Selective Mutism

It was 40 years ago when it started. I still suffer. I only remember the bad. Being yelled at by teachers because I made them look bad when I didn't answer. I don't remember fully the story but I remember being yelled at by one teacher in front of whole class. And I still remember it and I feel sick when I think of it!

Then I remember another teacher yelling at me (actually going to the guidance counselor that I had to meet with all the time because of this) It had something to do with her looking bad when I didn't answer. Ever since then when I think of those teachers I feel sick to my stomach. IT STILL AFFECTS ME!

there were people that were nice to me. The ones being mean just make it harder for me to even talk. I finally started talking in the 6th grade but only when I absolutely had to. In fact in the 7th grade or maybe even 8th I didn't even do the oral book report at all. I just got an F. I would rather take an F than stand up and talk. I think I got yelled at for that too!!!

I remember having a psychologist come to the house and he yelled at me too. He tryed talking to me and I ignored him. So my father yelled at me. then he yelled at me. I went to his office a few times. But I don't remember too much about it. All I know is I hated it!!!!

My parents screwed me up big time! I still suffer, still do everything wrong, get myself in messed up situations, make friends with crazy people, have problems at work- getting yelled at for SAME THINGS- not talking!!!

I hate being this way and whenever someone talks about me like this I just want to die!!
I want to get revenge on the teachers!

Hello fijiisland: You know... the Skeezyks is 68 years old now... & I still wince at some of the things that happened to me in school! (I'll spare you the details!) Yes, wouldn't revenge be sweet? I guess in my case, my revenge is that they're all dead now. I'm sorry you are continuing to struggle with what you experienced...

This roils me up and makes me so sad all the same time. I got yelled at by my kindergarten teacher for colouring a picture of a duck the colours of a duck instead of yellow. I was ridiculed in front of class and didn't understand because all I knew was what I had done was right. I developed a fear of handing in any work or reports the rest of my school career.