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@shmerdloff
Damn shame. Congrats on all your accomplishments! You should be very proud. Sorry they missed out on the joy of watching you succeed.
Do you have ADHD? Folks/kids with ADHD often struggle with low self-esteem. To pile on negative, harsh, damning words directed at the sufferer only drives home and exacerbate the pain gnawing away at our core. That pain runs deep within and often will continue to haunt us throughout the rest of our lives. It is a phenomenon common among us. We may not remember why/how it got there, but we will recognize it's there when others refer to it. Oh yea, I have that pain that never goes away.
I suspect the underlying bio-chemical-electrical malfunctioning in my brain was not impacted directly by the barrage of attacks. Coping with the shame, the torture of failing over and over, coupled with the humiliation of public exposure without an empathetic adult's help, well that is as damning as hell.
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@relieffrompain
Grammar school was in the Fifties. No resources or diagnoses. You were just a problem, bad or even evil. You will be left back. You'll never get into college. Teachers were bitter and resented us. One slapped me in the face holding a handful of keys. Told Mom. Did nothing. You'd get detention, being made to stand behind the piano or in the coat closet.
So, no, I didn't get a label. If I did, it would have been the alphabet based upon the psychologist: ADD,ADHD, ASPD, SAD, OPPOSITIONAL. I would be stigmatised with a label and medicated, all as an Orwellian punishment for being a pain in the rear.
Home was abusive and terrifying, so how could any academic gifts show? I misbehaved in class. Now it's called "acting out" your broken and agitated self. No school psychologist or laws to protect kids.
Most ironic was that my school experience was bad because of the abuse at home. Open School Night the teachers (not all of them) would poison my parents against me. He's not working up to his potential. He's lazy. He's a behavior problem.
My parents' solution was to come home and double up on the abuse, sending me back to school even more emotionally crippled to await the next parents' night.
As it turned out, whatever didn't kill me made me stronger, although I don't recommend it. A shrink told me I should have turned out a criminal. I didn't. Someone is watching out for me. All I have is the deepest gratitude for this country , state, and city (at least the way it used to be), and joy for Life.
When I look back on all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all.
TEACHERS! LEAVE THOSE KIDS ALONE!