I didn't get the physical bullying (because that was Wrong, even to my sociopathic little schoolmates - we were at a fundie Christian school) so much as the emotional. Like... I have a slight lisp. So slight that my parents never saw fit to mention it because why should it matter? So slight that I didn't even realise I had it.
And then in seventh grade, the "popular" kids thought it would be fun to tease me about it by convincing me to say the "Sally sells seashells" tongue twister, and then laughing and repeating it over and over in exaggerated lisps.
I wasn't the good kid from about third grade onward, because I was miserable. I had no friends, and my parents thought I was lying about how much I was trying to make friends. I hated school even though my teachers were really nice, because it was so boring, and by sixth grade I just sort of... gave up. And then I got mocked and ridiculed for failing classes because I didn't do the homework, even though I got As on my tests.
I couldn't win. Either I was a "retard" with a lisp who failed everything or I was a teacher's pet and was always sucking up to the teachers for better grades.
...just to say that oh god yes you nay-sayers, we were often DEEPLY wounded.
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Date: 2010-01-12 03:48 pm (UTC)From:And then in seventh grade, the "popular" kids thought it would be fun to tease me about it by convincing me to say the "Sally sells seashells" tongue twister, and then laughing and repeating it over and over in exaggerated lisps.
I wasn't the good kid from about third grade onward, because I was miserable. I had no friends, and my parents thought I was lying about how much I was trying to make friends. I hated school even though my teachers were really nice, because it was so boring, and by sixth grade I just sort of... gave up. And then I got mocked and ridiculed for failing classes because I didn't do the homework, even though I got As on my tests.
I couldn't win. Either I was a "retard" with a lisp who failed everything or I was a teacher's pet and was always sucking up to the teachers for better grades.
...just to say that oh god yes you nay-sayers, we were often DEEPLY wounded.