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Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.
 
Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.
nighmare.

:hugs
 
Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.
Sorry DD, how awful for you!
 
Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.

damn is about all I am able to say good grief I am sorry
 
Sorry I nap a lot - where did NFC go?

She and hubby went to I think Arizona? Not sure if they went to any other states. For a much needed 10 day vacay.

Speaking of which, I forgot to mention my brother and his girlfriend just got back today from skiing. They went out west for a week or maybe a little less? I think they left the 6th. So slightly shorter trip than NFC but they had fun. They went there last year and wanted to come back. I think they went to Revelstoke.

Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.

Oh my gosh diva! I am sooo sorry! How awful! :hugs :hugs
 
My Ma had dentures from the time she was 32 I did not get mine till I was 39
but have never looked back have had 3 set's this last one is perfect in all ways can eat anything and everything
Always heard people have trouble with corn on the cob.
 
Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.
I had a rather pushy first grade teacher in 57. My middle name is Alton, pronounced Al ton but my teacher insisted it was pronounced All ton. Well I wasn't having none of that so I told my dad about it and he went and had a chat with her. From then on my middle name was Al ton.
 
Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.

DD, I wish we could go back in time and let you "borrow" my red-haired mother for a bit. She was a teacher, but she was also a mom, and she would have read everyone at that school the riot act, from the superintendent on down (my older brother gave her a few opportunities to do just that). What happened to you was just inexcusable.:hugs

@pertnear09 My brother's name is Don. Just "Don;" my dad felt that was enough, combined with our humdinger of a last name. In the late 60's, my brother had a fifth grade teacher who insisted on calling him "Donald," and got really cheesed at him when he wouldn't answer her when she called him that. Mom informed Miss Pissy that she saw no reason why her kid should be called by a name that wasn't his, let alone get punished for refusing to respond to it. That teacher retired the next year.:rolleyes:
 
Well I had the teeth broken in 1950's. Schools were law. You couldn't win lawsuits against them. The teacher also made me walk to each desk and open my mouth to show them what happens when you run on school grounds. I wasn't the one running, I was the one HE ran into. All the kids looked and made awful faces at me, and that ended any self esteem I might have had left, after being molested by neighbor at the end of the block, when I was 5 or 6.

Think I was carefully groomed to grow up depressed, have major anxiety issues, agoraphobia, panic attacks , social phobias.
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That's just horrible.
 

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