I remember when I was young, I lifted my shirt to show the other kids my marked body, from neck to foot.
They reacted with horror and I was relieved!!!
"Oh, my gawd!" they said, "you should show the councelor" they said.....I did and nothing was ever spoken about it agian.
I'll never forget that councelor, first and last time I ever showed my injuries.
What a hero....not.

I was a mute student too.
When I got to High School a teacher pulled aside and asked e to spell the days and months of the year, I could not.
They passed me through, didn't want to waist time on me.
My Mother held my Brother over fire....burned him BAD....we were all suppose to just go to school, and LEARN? NOT.
The horror of watching a grown up hold a child over fire and watch them scream in the greatest of agony is something that still and I guess always will be inside me.
The scream I held in is still inside of me, maybe some day it will come out.
She was strong.....he faught and faught, but could not get out from the fire she held him over.
There are other things that happened, but, you get my gest.
Yup, "go to school" and then get beaten when I come home with straight F's because I can't escape from being in shock!

I get it Freewill.

Take care,
Karen
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