My brothers and sisters were brothers and sisters, and if you have any of either you know what that means.
I was never locked in a room for years, kidnapped, assaulted. One student--but, of course, this was well after my childhood--called me terrible names and behaved in a threatening way when I put an F on his paper. Another tore up his F paper, threw it in the trash, and stomped out of my class, never to return. I was forced to watch with the rest of the class. Oh well.
Otherwise, the only times I have been trapped are once when my eleven-year-old boyfriend held my wrists and tried to keep me from getting away so he could kiss me and later several times when my grown daughter has come home for visits and has liked to corner me in the kitchen pantry as a little joke.
No one abused me, not an uncle or family friend--one family friend turned out to be unsavory but not in my presence and I only learned of it much later.
No one told me I was no good or worthless or ugly or without talent. No one even tried to discourage me in anything I tried to do. I have not been the victim of a crime or a victim of anything much except my own foolishness.
I myself am not an alcoholic or a drug addict or an abuser or a criminal, and I am not gay. I do have British ancestors.
I was never locked in a room for years, kidnapped, assaulted. One student--but, of course, this was well after my childhood--called me terrible names and behaved in a threatening way when I put an F on his paper. Another tore up his F paper, threw it in the trash, and stomped out of my class, never to return. I was forced to watch with the rest of the class. Oh well.
Otherwise, the only times I have been trapped are once when my eleven-year-old boyfriend held my wrists and tried to keep me from getting away so he could kiss me and later several times when my grown daughter has come home for visits and has liked to corner me in the kitchen pantry as a little joke.
No one abused me, not an uncle or family friend--one family friend turned out to be unsavory but not in my presence and I only learned of it much later.
No one told me I was no good or worthless or ugly or without talent. No one even tried to discourage me in anything I tried to do. I have not been the victim of a crime or a victim of anything much except my own foolishness.
I myself am not an alcoholic or a drug addict or an abuser or a criminal, and I am not gay. I do have British ancestors.
2 comments:
Is there some association between homosexuality and British ancestry that I was unaware of? Cuz yikes if there is.
To jdarring:
Andrew and I were conversing. He's reading books by Evelyn Waugh and asked Ann and me what we knew of him. I said, "I know he's British, a writer, and has a woman's first name."
Andrew said, "No. He's British, a writer, and he's . . ." And I was able to fill in the word, "gay." Which happens to be the case. This prompted my blog post which, in essence, asks the question, "What could I possibly have to write about?"
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