Being a Problem Child
Black sheep syndrome - getting into trouble daily at school, acting out, talking back at teacher, bringing stuff to school, class clown, throwing temper tantrums at home, hoarding food, becoming obese, angry and isolated.... ring a bell?
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I used to feel like the problem child. However, my real problem was with a certain criminal element who took over the neighborhood when I went to school. There were some really bullies at the elementary and junior high I attended, and they ran roughshod over the neighborhood. Things improved a lot when I changed schools and got away from them.
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I was considered a problem child, but it was for different reasons. At school, I stared out the window all day. I often refused to do my homework because it wasn't teaching me anything new. I didn't socialize with the kids at school. They would bully me until I cried and then I'd get in trouble for crying. The school believed that bullying was normal, but it was morally wrong to show weakness. I never called the teachers by name due to an intense fear of authority figures. I fidgeted to the point of damaging property. One day, I colored a whole desk dark gray with my pencil. I was so lost in thought, I often didn't even hear instructions. I was so distacted by my daydreams I would take forever to do simple things like changing for gym class. When I had to play team sports, I would wander off into a corner and stare at the wall, daydreaming. I had two favorite trees, one at home and one at school. I would sit under my favorite tree, rocking, and pretending to be a dragon.
When I turned thirteen, my body suddenly took on an adult female shape. Within a few weeks, I went from being a skinny kid to looking like a curvy woman. My mom freaked out about me gaining weight. She started strictly controlling how much I could eat. So I would steal food when she wasn't looking. As she became more obsessive about my appearance, I started injuring myself. She read my journal, found out I was depressed, and took away my CDs for a week as a punishment. It got worse and worse until I finally got away.
When I turned thirteen, my body suddenly took on an adult female shape. Within a few weeks, I went from being a skinny kid to looking like a curvy woman. My mom freaked out about me gaining weight. She started strictly controlling how much I could eat. So I would steal food when she wasn't looking. As she became more obsessive about my appearance, I started injuring myself. She read my journal, found out I was depressed, and took away my CDs for a week as a punishment. It got worse and worse until I finally got away.
That scenario seems real familiar to me with one exception - I learned to fight back then there was no stopping me - I fought everyone from teachers to kids to my mother then myself. I also had anorexia and bulimia later on in my teens - which was just the *perfect ending* for a hellish childhood.
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Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic jams. ~Mary Ellen Kelly
When I turned thirteen, my body suddenly took on an adult female shape. Within a few weeks, I went from being a skinny kid to looking like a curvy woman. My mom freaked out about me gaining weight. She started strictly controlling how much I could eat. So I would steal food when she wasn't looking. As she became more obsessive about my appearance, I started injuring myself. She read my journal, found out I was depressed, and took away my CDs for a week as a punishment. It got worse and worse until I finally got away.
That scenario seems real familiar to me with one exception - I learned to fight back then there was no stopping me - I fought everyone from teachers to kids to my mother then myself. I also had anorexia and bulimia later on in my teens - which was just the *perfect ending* for a hellish childhood.
Sounds painfully familiar. I was never a heavy kid, but the sudden curves of puberty coupled with an extremely traumatic experience at 14 and a family of profound neurotypicals who neglected some of my most basic of needs, I battled anorexia and bulimia for over a decade. The torture from my peers got so out of hand in high school that I started skipping classes and hiding in the bathroom for classes where bullying was particularly bad. I tried explaining this to the school counselors, and they told me to ignore the bullies and not provoke them. I looked at the floor all the time, I was a target. Then I was labeled a truant, between skipping classes to avoid the constant abuse and my mother failing to get me to school on time (wasn't allowed to ride the bus and it was waaaay too far to walk). I never did anything "bad", per se, but I was always seen as a problem, always standing out when all I wanted was to hide.
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They tell me I think too much. I tell them they don't think enough.
I hid in the bathroom too. But I did it during lunch instead of during classes. For me, lunch was the most stressful part of school because of the bullying. I wasn't heavy either, but my mom was convinced that I needed to lose weight. She took me to a doctor, who said I could lose up to 10 pounds and still be healthy. So she would tell me to go run laps around the neighborhood, but I would hide in the woods instead. Oddly, I never became anorexic or bulemic, but I hurt myself in other ways. It was a way to relieve the stress. Fortunately, I recovered once I got away.
I can definitely relate to the feeling of standing out while wanting to hide. I think that the school system is especially hard on kids with difficult family lives. I think it plays a significant, unrecognized role in creating mental illness.
I also had the problem when puberty hit I hated my body...absolutely hated the curves and getting breasts was the worst. Although I was isolated and skipped school spent it bathroom or lying in the sun on the track bleachers I was not bullied. I was pretty small,but when I got pissed everyone ran I ws feared...cracks me up!! I was maybe 85 pounds but when I finally became angry I guess I was scary. I guess I did not quit and that made them stay away. I took on the biggest bully in gym class as she began to target me. She took cheap shots when in class doing soccer, I took her hits and chased her down in the locker room and put down to my height in one move. She apologized and her and her buds stayed away. I knew her weakness and used it!
Here too, but I'm holding back more these days...letting others speak without interrupting cause someone did it to me and it felt rude and a tad intrusive.
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Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic jams. ~Mary Ellen Kelly
Sounds painfully familiar. I was never a heavy kid, but the sudden curves of puberty coupled with an extremely traumatic experience at 14 and a family of profound neurotypicals who neglected some of my most basic of needs, I battled anorexia and bulimia for over a decade. The torture from my peers got so out of hand in high school that I started skipping classes and hiding in the bathroom for classes where bullying was particularly bad. I tried explaining this to the school counselors, and they told me to ignore the bullies and not provoke them. I looked at the floor all the time, I was a target. Then I was labeled a truant, between skipping classes to avoid the constant abuse and my mother failing to get me to school on time (wasn't allowed to ride the bus and it was waaaay too far to walk). I never did anything "bad", per se, but I was always seen as a problem, always standing out when all I wanted was to hide.
What is it with schools - are they insane asylums - sounds like it - with *teachers and counselors* being perps knowingly and unknowingly along with the other severities within those walls. WTF is up with this bullying? OMG. I am sooooo glad I dropped out in 8th grade and was never tainted beyond that with the infection aka *schooling*. Ugh. I feel so sorry for what you went through. I so hope you're healing from those freaks.
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Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic jams. ~Mary Ellen Kelly
Schools are bad news ; see books by John Holt " Escape from Childhood" and " How to make children fail" ( or something similar!) and Ivan Illich "Deschooling Society" .
Schools are seriously bad news for introverts and ASD sufferers.
And homes too ! !
Nope, but seriously , yes I remember the problem-child, black-sheep, one who wrecks family holidays, scapegoat, inconsiderate etc "role". The thing is that I now realise I must have seemed like that. I was disconnected.
I didn't really get into trouble daily, but often enough in elementrary, after that I only got in trouble once or twice a year.
Not really...
Yes -_-
no
no
not really
Kinda, I like food...
Yeah -_-;;;
I have an excuse for that ><
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