When I was starting out in life, I was blessed/cursed with the amazing opportunity to - learn at my own pace. It was an experiment the school was doing for those of us with high IQs ( we are talking 2nd grade)
The experiment, we were put in a room that was divided into 4 sections and 4 classes were being taught at the same time. Then tested on all 4 subjects, some were a higher grade level.
We were given the work at a pace we could accomplish it. I managed to do 3 grade levels in 2 years was then tested and skipped a grade, making me a few years younger than my fellow classmates.
Bullying was an understatement. Not only did I endure the torment from other students, some teachers were not without attitude. Mind you my parents liked to move a lot, so I went to a lot of different schools in 2 different countries. ( I think we figured it to be 17 schools in all)
Every year was a new start some years were as many as 3 schools. Always being the new kid, and many years I became younger and younger than my classmates.
I entered high school at 13yrs old. After being held back a year because the school was afraid of what the high school kids would have done to me if they found out I was only 12. By 14 I gave up on public schools and quit. Later getting my GED.
I remember one occasion in elementary school, that I was injured pretty bad and came home crying and upset, wanting to quit already then.
My mom put the world 🌎 on my shoulders, and it's been there ever SINCE.
She told me I couldn't quit. There were kids going through the same "bullying" and they needed someone to make it through to show them it could be done.
People are watching you and they need to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Like it was my job to save the 🌎 world.
Life goes on -
I became a mom at 15, which brought on a whole new batch of bullies and opinions.
My life has been a constant struggle. I've had to stand up in open court and talk about some pretty hard things..
I have never been afraid of or ashamed to be honest and open about my life. The Ups, the downs, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
You never heard a lot about bullying in the 70's. Or suicide. We managed to survive our era.
I'm 60 now, and it breaks my heart every time I hear about a child committing suicide because of bullying.
I've had a good friend and follower of my blog lose himself to suicide and we've lost a few family members.
I wish I could have met with them and had the chance to talk to them beforehand.Perhaps things would be better.
My doctor tells me I'm pretty strong to be able to talk myself off the cliff. So many of the things that I have been through would have broken anyone else. Yet, I have survived them all.
Please if you know of anyone struggling with suicide, reach out, let's talk. I've stood on that cliff more than once growing up and still have moments.
Ironically my birthday is in September, which is also suicide awareness month.
Together maybe we can save someone's world from collapsing.
Blessed by God
Life is worth living @
the Bright Side of the Barn.
Thanks for Stopping by,
Until Next Time Stay Safe and Happy Trails