Patrick Accident

My story with the name Patrick is dedicated to my friend from Rudolf Steiner School in Düsseldorf. Patrick was Justin and my friend, and we were hanging out during puberty together. We were driving a little motorcycle Patrick had, which was always a lot of fun. Patrick also played very well Basketball like his siblings. When I started to become more active in my vaulting sport, I had to groom and sacrifice in not being able to spend time with them anymore. My friends from school including Patrick started to mob me, and we alienated and detached. Also, my hyper sensibility and gay eccentric was a bully, and it felt pretty much like abandonment. One time, after having enough, I said to Patrick that I would hope that a Nazi comes and tramp him to death. It was a scandal, and I was labeled as a racist. Justin was also very mad at me, and our friendship never really recovered. I remember that I felt very embarrassed in front of my father that I did not have any guys as friends anymore. My father did not like a lot of my friends, but he liked Justin and Patrick and helped us with the Motorcycle. I never spoke with my parents about the conflict and focused on my sport. In Group Therapy, I was talking about this mobbing situation and started to cry because of the shame. Patrick had a bit of a struggle in school because of being hyperactive. He left the school after a while, but is now a Doctor. What is your story with the name Patrick and a word accident?