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Who was a teen difficult child and what did you do to get the label? True confessions!
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<blockquote data-quote="DammitJanet" data-source="post: 463050" data-attributes="member: 1514"><p>LOL Witz! I think I will take a stab at it if i can remember everything...lol. Ive taken my night medications so I may get a big foggy and lost somewhere in the middle...lol. </p><p></p><p>I have always been a difficult child. My mother started abusing me verbally and emotionally from infancy onward. I was sexually abused by next door neighbor. The older sister of one of my best little guy friends. Talk about awkward. I didnt want to tell but she stuck these pencil erasers up me and I couldnt just leave them there ya know! I was 3, I had no clue how to get them out...lol. So I told my mom and dad who then put me in my room and went to the girls house and they discussed it all over there and everyone decided how to handle the older girl. She got treatment, placement somewhere, I never really knew. Meanwhile back at my house, my parents came in and told me to go to bed and my mom would take me to the pediatrician in the morning. He removed 4 of those stick on V shaped rub ber pencil erasers from inside me, handed me a sucker on the way out the door and patted me on the head. My mom told me we just would forget such ugly things happened because it could have been much worse. I could have been raped!</p><p></p><p>I was a rather miserable child my whole life. Never enjoyed much in life unless it was vacations with my cousins. Those were bright points in life. The only times I felt at home and accepted. I wish I had grown up in that big warm family place. All my birthday party pics have me frowning or crying in them. Im no but so sure I didnt have some social skills deficits myself because I was so naive back then. People could convince me of the stupidest things. Like at the end of 5th grade, and at this time we actually had hand printed report cards where the teacher had to fill out the grades, average then, write out the comments, then then write on the back if you had passed on to the next grade, </p><p></p><p>Well I had worked my butt off that year and made all A's that year but one B in one subject. Almost a perfect report card. Obviously I had passed. The teacher just failed to check the box that I had passed. They kids teased me for over an hour while we waited for our parents to come pick us up that last day saying I had failed and I just cried and cried. I spent the whole summer worrying and convinced I was going back to 5th grade in the fall. Thats about the time my mom decided maybe keeping me in private school might be doing me as much harm as public school could. While I was learning great, I certainly was still getting picked on. I finished up 6th grade in that private school and went into the shark pool that is better known as Junior High...lol. </p><p></p><p>Thats a whole other story unto itself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DammitJanet, post: 463050, member: 1514"] LOL Witz! I think I will take a stab at it if i can remember everything...lol. Ive taken my night medications so I may get a big foggy and lost somewhere in the middle...lol. I have always been a difficult child. My mother started abusing me verbally and emotionally from infancy onward. I was sexually abused by next door neighbor. The older sister of one of my best little guy friends. Talk about awkward. I didnt want to tell but she stuck these pencil erasers up me and I couldnt just leave them there ya know! I was 3, I had no clue how to get them out...lol. So I told my mom and dad who then put me in my room and went to the girls house and they discussed it all over there and everyone decided how to handle the older girl. She got treatment, placement somewhere, I never really knew. Meanwhile back at my house, my parents came in and told me to go to bed and my mom would take me to the pediatrician in the morning. He removed 4 of those stick on V shaped rub ber pencil erasers from inside me, handed me a sucker on the way out the door and patted me on the head. My mom told me we just would forget such ugly things happened because it could have been much worse. I could have been raped! I was a rather miserable child my whole life. Never enjoyed much in life unless it was vacations with my cousins. Those were bright points in life. The only times I felt at home and accepted. I wish I had grown up in that big warm family place. All my birthday party pics have me frowning or crying in them. Im no but so sure I didnt have some social skills deficits myself because I was so naive back then. People could convince me of the stupidest things. Like at the end of 5th grade, and at this time we actually had hand printed report cards where the teacher had to fill out the grades, average then, write out the comments, then then write on the back if you had passed on to the next grade, Well I had worked my butt off that year and made all A's that year but one B in one subject. Almost a perfect report card. Obviously I had passed. The teacher just failed to check the box that I had passed. They kids teased me for over an hour while we waited for our parents to come pick us up that last day saying I had failed and I just cried and cried. I spent the whole summer worrying and convinced I was going back to 5th grade in the fall. Thats about the time my mom decided maybe keeping me in private school might be doing me as much harm as public school could. While I was learning great, I certainly was still getting picked on. I finished up 6th grade in that private school and went into the shark pool that is better known as Junior High...lol. Thats a whole other story unto itself. [/QUOTE]
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