How Times Change

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I grew up in an area where most kids underwent some form of abuse at home so I just figured it to be more normal. Kids use to come to school and brag about the ass kicking they took the night before almost like it was a game. The abuse was never hidden and all the teachers knew what was going on but I guess they thought it was not their place to step in or call the authorities.

One day when I was in grade four a lady came to the class and talked about child abuse and how that it was wrong. This counselor said if anyone of use were being abused that we needed to find a adult we trusted as we should not be treated this way. Well the lady left and I caught a beating that day after school by the babysitter so I thought what the lady had said earlier that day. I couldn’t tell my parents for chances are I would get my butt kicked again for not “behaving” at the babysitters so the only real person left was my fourth grade teacher.

I summed up the courage and when all the kids went out for recess I explained what happened, asked what to do and showed her the marks across my back. This teacher looked at me and replied “Well if you learn how to listen and behave better then this sort of thing would not happen”. I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded and left the classroom to head outside. I tried the same approach with another “responsible” adult at a latter date and came up with the same response so I just stopped trying after that.

The fourth grade was also when my self harm history unofficially began as I use to create burn marks on my arms using erasers. What was the purpose? I was punishing myself in the hope that it would make me “good” so people would leave me alone. Needless to say it did not work.

One of the main reasons I entered Social Work was because of the fourth grade incident. I wanted to be in a place where when someone needed help I would not only be there but I would know what to do. Have a funny feeling a good number of mental health professionals chose this field for the same reason.

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2 Responses to “How Times Change”

  1. Catherine says:

    It is very sad what the teacher said to you at that age. I’m sure the person who gave the class about telling adults what happened to you would have been quite peeved to know that your teacher said what she did.

    It’s so tragic how what happened to us as children really contribute to who we are today. In my life I feel that I’m always fighting to be a better person and I’m always doing my best to break the cycle for my own child.

    I’m so sorry that this happened to you.

    *hugs*

  2. The_Mrs says:

    This is the kind of thing that angers me so much, that I can literally feel my scalp tingling. I wonder sometimes how people can look at themselves in the mirror or how they can settle for a nights rest knowing that because of their inaction, another child suffered.

    You were the inspiration behind my secrets blog – for without you and your blog, I probably would have kept some of these things buried. So I am the one who owes you a word of thanks.

    Thank you my friend. Peace be with you…

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