It was awful for a while. It wasn't the most awfullest thing to ever happen to anybody, of course. In retrospect, I can count my blessings for all the awful things I didn't have to face.
But at the time, and especially in second grade, I was stuck in a situation that was dreadful, with no way to get myself out, and no real understanding of what was going on or what resources I might call on if I could have articulated what was happening to my parents.
But, happily, that was a long time ago and I have a lot more knowledge and resources today, to say nothing of having an adult's privilege to kick people out of my life if they're hurting me.
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Date: 2010-09-20 10:34 am (UTC)But at the time, and especially in second grade, I was stuck in a situation that was dreadful, with no way to get myself out, and no real understanding of what was going on or what resources I might call on if I could have articulated what was happening to my parents.
But, happily, that was a long time ago and I have a lot more knowledge and resources today, to say nothing of having an adult's privilege to kick people out of my life if they're hurting me.