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[historychick49]

I was very, very lucky growing up - I wasn't really a target of bullying. Now, a lot of this was due to my rather unusual situation, as my sister and I were homeschooled and we lived out in the woods. This meant that we didn't (have to) deal with other kids on an everyday basis. At various times throughout our school years we took piano, dance,

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[firerosearien]

I lost track of the number of times my mom hit me.

dad never laid a hand on me though

[historychick49]

Yeah, Dad never did, either.

[harvestar]

While I had the sort of "usual" incidents that happen to the "smart kid" all through school (being made fun of for reading, knowing the answers, getting told that my mother did my homework (my mom was the school baker ... really?)), the worst came from my best friend. It was emotional and psychological abuse all about making sure I interacted with her all the time. She was rather unstable since her mother had died very suddenly while we were in 5th grade, but she would make sure I called her every night after school, say bad things about my family, make sure I didn't hang out with other kids... And I let it all happen. I read testimonials of women with abusive husbands/boyfriends and think that I had some of it back then. My mom kept trying to tell me about it, but I did have to come to my own conclusion about the relationship.

I find this is often a different side of bullying than many people have.

[frothierlemming]

Worst troubles I had in dance class were the solitude from even those who WERE briefly my friends drifting to hang out with other girls they knew, and Laura ringleading some sort of hate squad for the duration of one recital of one year. No biggie.

I never knew that Mom'd hit you. She never did me, though I well remember the rages.

Oh yeah. I don't even remember the doorstopper myself, I just remember it from... I think your diary, actually. I was never as terrible a brat as younger siblings get, but reading your diary was my crowning violation. :-P Sorry, retroactively. The physical fight I DO remember was when we were camping in a tent in the front yard and got in a huge fight about whoknowswhat. You slapped me on the chest, I kicked you in the chest, we both got ROUNDLY scolded and camping got canceled. Aww.

I don't even know what to say to those thinking about suicide. I have an amazing book that suggests things you might do INSTEAD (Hello, Cruel World), but I don't have the words. I think about Uncle Kevin, how much I think

[historychick49]

I wasn't sure if you remembered her rages or not, we were both so young. That's interesting. Did Mom rage (much) after she got into ACoA? (My age six or so, so your age four.) I didn't think so, but if you remember it, then I may be off in my timing.

Ha! I remember you reading that diary. (I think I only actually threw the thing away sometime after D&E.) Yeah, we weren't bad as siblings. I don't even remember that camping fight.

Yeah, Uncle Kevin does it for me, too. (For anyone else still reading, he was one of our mom's younger brothers, and twin to her sister. He committed suicide in '81, I think.)

[frothierlemming]

I remember her getting very angry after we had the upstairs. So, sometime after that. I never had any knowledge of ACoA, growing up.

Aaaaand wrong, Uncle Kevin was her youngest brother, the not-twin. Uncle Kimball, who lives with Mom is the twin.

[historychick49]

Oh poo. It's been a long week at work, what can I say? *headdesk*