School bathrooms were utterly atrocious in the 2000s, and they still are.
When I was a kid, I intensely disliked being around other kids. School was fucked, the only people i liked were the teachers. The kids didn’t like me either, and I think latched on to any visual oddity to bully me, but I think they knew I was different. Not special or anything, but had experienced trauma in ways they had not, and I was different bc of that.
It took me 20 years to understand why I hated going to Nan and Pops (mum’s parents. Thanks repressed memories), and bc that trauma happened so young, I knew things other kids didn’t.
Like I said, I’m not special or superior bc of trauma. But it does change a child. There’s something about traumatised children that is obvious to other kids, but they cannot articulate it.
Bathrooms are the worst. I want to throw up with anxiety when I have to use the flinders bathrooms. And pub bathrooms scare me as well.
School bathrooms were utterly atrocious in the 2000s, and they still are.
When I was a kid, I intensely disliked being around other kids. School was fucked, the only people i liked were the teachers. The kids didn’t like me either, and I think latched on to any visual oddity to bully me, but I think they knew I was different. Not special or anything, but had experienced trauma in ways they had not, and I was different bc of that.
It took me 20 years to understand why I hated going to Nan and Pops (mum’s parents. Thanks repressed memories), and bc that trauma happened so young, I knew things other kids didn’t.
Like I said, I’m not special or superior bc of trauma. But it does change a child. There’s something about traumatised children that is obvious to other kids, but they cannot articulate it.
Bathrooms are the worst. I want to throw up with anxiety when I have to use the flinders bathrooms. And pub bathrooms scare me as well.