I spend the most of my time alone in my own home. My parents do live very close to me, but not close enough so that I could call them over every time I'm having an episode. So I tend to deal with them on my own accord. Sometimes it gets really lonely: there is no one in the apartment with me, just me and my shaking body. I feel so isolated from everyone and the whole world: no one knows what goes on behind these walls. Maybe my neighbors have heard my uncontrollable sobs, but that is all. In a lot of ways, it takes me back to my childhood. When I was sitting in my own room, silently crying while trying to understand what it was that was making me cry in the first place. I kept myself hidden from the rest of the world, because I didn't think anyone would care enough to listen; because the people who I thought would care about me didn't. I had to hide myself away, especially from other people but also from myself, I think. It took me a very long time to finally realize why
It was around those very first times I went up to my teacher to tell her what kind of things my classmates were putting me through on a daily basis that I remember her giving me the ultimate solution to every one of my problems. "You need to stand up for yourself more." It always struck me as an odd piece of advice, especially when it was coming from a trusted adult who was supposed to be there to help me do just that – to stand tall and fend for myself. Because the thing that gets overlooked so very often in this conversation is the fact that children should NEVER have to be the ones to keep themselves safe from abuse and violence. "But kids need to learn the way the real world works–" No. No, they don't. They will learn that well enough when they've grown up into adults. If you try to justify any sort of child abuse with this rhetoric – that the world is a cruel and unjust place and kids need to learn that sooner or later – I am begging you to stay away