I have felt like a freak for probably as long as I can remember. Freak to me meant that I was so different, so "wrong" that I would NEVER belong, I would NEVER fit in. I would always be alone, rejected, misunderstood and beyond that I was so strange I didn't even deserve to be understood. I was a freak in kindergarten because I went to Falk School, and the kids on my soccer team teased that I went to "the Incredible Hulk School". I wasn't very good an soccer and preferred to pick flowers while playing defense. I was a freak in first grade because I went to three different schools in three different states and I was so shy that I didn't really make friends at any. I think second grade was the first time I was actually called a freak- there were a bunch of older girls who liked to tease me and make fun of my clothes at recess. My "hand me down" clothes were apparently an easy target. My mom told me to tell them "Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me." Except they did. A lot.
About a year ago, a friend posted a question on facebook asking if you could get rid of one word, what would it be? My immediate response was "freak".
I have felt like a freak for probably as long as I can remember. Freak to me meant that I was so different, so "wrong" that I would NEVER belong, I would NEVER fit in. I would always be alone, rejected, misunderstood and beyond that I was so strange I didn't even deserve to be understood. I was a freak in kindergarten because I went to Falk School, and the kids on my soccer team teased that I went to "the Incredible Hulk School". I wasn't very good an soccer and preferred to pick flowers while playing defense. I was a freak in first grade because I went to three different schools in three different states and I was so shy that I didn't really make friends at any. I think second grade was the first time I was actually called a freak- there were a bunch of older girls who liked to tease me and make fun of my clothes at recess. My "hand me down" clothes were apparently an easy target. My mom told me to tell them "Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me." Except they did. A lot.
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So I'm sitting here getting ready to write something, feeling good, and then HD wakes up (he fell asleep with W) and all of a sudden I'm NOT feeling good, feeling like I have to stop what I'm doing because now I'm no longer in charge of me or my time. And all of a sudden I feel angry and bitter and resentful and constricted. And he says "Are you grumpy?" and I say "No" in a tone that really says yes, and he asks why and I say, well, what I just wrote above. And he agrees that he is not in charge of his time and I totally flip out and close the laptop a bit to hard and say "Fine! I'll just go to bed right now. You're not in charge of your time so I don't deserve to be in charge of mine either. You're ready to go to bed now so I have to be a good wife and go to bed with you." and I flop down on the bed and cover myself with sheets not very gently. And he pauses with this look of incredulation and mouth kind of agape and says "WHAT is WRONG with you? I just meant that I'm not in charge of my time right now because you're in here with the light on, but if you go somewhere else then I can do what I want, which is go to bed. Get up and do what you want. Geez."
So, um, yeah. I have since moved to another room and will attempt to spill out/work through a theme that has become apparent to me over the past week, which apparently just erupted all over my bedroom. :P I'm setting the intention that what you just read was the breakTHROUGH and not just a breakDOWN. That it has all been expelled from my consciousness, or maybe it will hang around just long enough to get on the screen and then will be released for eternity. Yeah. That's a good intention. :) And I'm choosing not to pick apart the above conversation (even though I totally could!) and just trust that what was said was what I needed to hear to get me to where I needed to be, and leave it at that. ;) |
My name is Kathryn Long
I am sensitive introvert who is recovering my artistic side and uncovering and finding the courage to be the person I came here to be. I firmly believe that our differences make us stronger, our similarities bring us together, and our love connects us into one big messy, complicated, amazing family! Archives
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