I see your problem here.
In Year 7 at high school?
Oh, by the way. I'm Australian. Years 1-6 are Primary School and 7-12 are High School.
So, in Year 7 at my high school, they took Sport very, very seriously.
Our school was literally known and meant for it's sports.
In P.E. there were professional sport players and I was really bad at all sports.
I was a very, very slow runner compared to the others, as well.
The students made me feel like I was pathetic, and soon, that led to bullying towards me.
I told my parents about this, and they decided to put me in a club.
Not just any ordinary club.
A Soccer (football) Club.
Now, I had no knowledge whatsoever about the game.
But in the club, people were extremely kind, even though the Coach was really, really strict.
When the Coach noticed the lack of movement by me in my first game, he yelled at me in front of everybody.
I was all red in the face.
I remember reading the quote:
"Don't hide your emotions".
So I burst into tears and fell down on the ground, lol.
My fellow Soccer mates helped me up and talked to me.
They understood my pain.
Soon, the Coach had arranged to talk to me.
He talked to me.
He told me that he's not a mean person, and he wants the team to win.
So, he talked with my parents and arranged a private training session with me, before the game.
He taught me how to kick, and soon, I became an extremely powerful kicker.
He taught me how to pass and shoot, and I became very successful.
Then, when we versed another group of kids, I was the best player.
I remember scoring all 5 goals for my team, and defending off attackers.
The 11 & 12 year old girls had soon become the champions of our region.
My name was engraved as the
2008 Best Player.
So, when the last session came, the Coach mentioned:
"Practice makes perfect."
When I returned to school, I had made a huge development in sport.
I knew how to play most games because they sorta had the same genre of Soccer, an Invasion Sport.
I was also way more faster than I was before.
I joined the school's soccer team, and get this:
I was too good for the girls team that I had to go onto the boys team (aka the 'Mixed Team', when I joined).
Soon, people stopped bullying me and they appreciated me for who I was.
So, my moral for you is to practice. I can see that you're skin is sensitive to the sun, but you should go with the flow and to start off with taking a stroll around town. Wear powerful sunscreen. Start off with the shade. If your parents don't want you going alone, then maybe take your pets for a walk (if you have some) or walk with someone. If you don't have pets to take for a walk, or nobody wants to come with you, then walk around your house or backyard as a minimum for a start. Start getting used to the outside environment, and maybe you could take a run around. Also, you should take paranoia off your mind. If you start playing sports,
it doesn't mean that you'll develop muscles. Unless you start weightlifting, that'll mean that you could start getting muscles. Maybe to reduce your paranoia, if you have the time, do yoga or meditation. Just start practicing, and start getting involved, even if it's hard for you. Even if your teacher tells you to lift weights, and you know you can't do it, just have a go. I promise you, no matter how strict your teacher is, they will mark you a higher grade for participating in classes. Trust me, even if you're a bad sport player, they'll appreciate you for actually doing the things. They won't yell at you for not being able to have the ability to do certain things, because nobody's perfect at all. Thanks for reading this all, if you have.
I get what you mean by saying that you start writing so much.
