It’s not just about being poor or stupid. I cried at the doctor’s today. On the way home. While doing work. Lying on the bed. Unable to sleep. In a country where showing any weakness is like a death sentence, I cried because my son has a weakness that makes him unable to function like…
Tag: fear
What did I learn from my preschool bullies?
My first brush with being bullied came at the age of 2. Why was I bullied? I was pretty big, and am still pretty big. Not particularly pretty, but big enough to attract peer bullying. It was almost a daily affair of being called “fatty bom bom, stupid dum dum” by female pre-school classmates. How…