In → a post last week I told about a meeting I went to.
My mind kind of went into the way back machine and began to remember where I began, and some of the steps that I had to take to grow out of what I call “The trauma and the drama”.
Way back in the beginning, let’s just say that it could be known as “Toxic turmoil”.
The Encarta Dictionary defines toxic as relating to or containing poison or toxin, causing serious harm or death and turmoil as a state of great confusion, or disturbance.
I remember as a tiny little girl, spending a lot of time alone.
I never thought about it much.
Though I do not remember in detail what those pre-school days involved, I know that it didn’t seem strange, this playing alone.
It is just the way it was; dancing in circles in my room.
I was content.
I remember that dad was always away at work.
He drove a delivery truck for a regional store.
When he came home, sometimes he would bring home trinkets to play with.
Now when it was time for kindergarten, I was so excited.
It was time for adventure, as I got to walk ALL THE WAY to the school.
Mom had taught me many things that the children at school didn’t know yet.
So, it was fun.
I was smart.
I already knew what was being taught to the other kids.
What I didn’t have in my repertoire, were social skills.
This brought on no small amount of problems in my life away from my home.
The exciting new beginning, turned into exciting new habits.
Habits that followed me throughout my young lifetime.
Habits of wandering, and interrupting, and day dreaming.
Not only in my mind, but physically and verbally as well.
Back in the day, teachers did not teach according to a student’s skill set.
It was strictly reading, writing, and arithmetic.
All students were expected to stay seated, and stay on task.
Learning styles were not taken into account as they are now.
Kids like me were labeled “Trouble”, regardless if our intent was to be difficult or not.
Attachment of these labels followed all through the educational years.
In →Psychology Today, I read an article that pretty well explains some of the behaviors kids may show.
They aren’t really being naughty, they are simply learning the way they learn.
One may note that even though teaching styles have changed, we still inflict labels on our kids.
Labels that follow them throughout their life.
They help to dictate who they may become.
To be sure, some of these labels are based in truth.
While others are given and never followed up on.
This post isn’t really about teaching.
It is a post that can show the reasons why sometimes we are the way we are.
Scripture, the Holy Bible, says that “words are spirit, and they are life”.
I believe we can speak things into existence.
That topic is for another time.
But if we keep speaking rotten things over our lives and our kids that is what they will become.
That little Debbie girl, she was trouble.
A phrase I heard on the daily.
Enough said about that.
Now on to the home life, early on it was turmoil.
When school began, other things began as well.
I enjoyed playing alone, but like any kid, I wanted to have some friends too.
Since my social skills were lacking, so were my friends.
The kids that I played with from the neighborhood were the ones, who like me, were lacking in social skills.
They were boys, so of course I learned to play like a boy; rough and tumble, and aggressive.
This didn’t make the little girls at school want to play with me.
These boys also had older siblings, who took advantage, mentally, physically and psychologically, of any one smaller than them.
My introduction to “real life” was early.
Although I did not have a name for it, shame became something that I wore like a coat.
It would be years before I could know the ramifications of these events, or the price I would need to consider for my freedom.
It all sounds so melodramatic when I place it all here on the page, but it is only the beginning of a pretty rough road.
“Raw and Real” is where we began.
Freedom is our destination.
Step by step, we will arrive.
Until next time …
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