My literal size. Being called “little girl.” I’m small, but I’ve been told I’ve got some moxie. Whatever, smaller dogs always bark bigger. And some of ’em really do have that big dog fight. Or, “How old are you? You look soo young!”
“Well howdy, how old are you? Why do you ask?” appearances tell you a lot about a book but not enough to know the ending.
I hear you! I’m just over five feet tall, and am also a high school teacher. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had people say, “I thought you were a student!” I try to take it as a compliment, but it often feels very dismissive.
Very! And it happens at the grocery store, the tire shop. With kids people look at me really weird. We joke about it a lot lol it’s one of the reasons tho that I didn’t go on to do the hard work you already did.
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The ones that were caused by the hands of friendship
Losing my Dad at a young age. I don’t deal with death well. I think I would have had more confidence and done more if he was in my corner. I never got a chance to know him well and scraps of his history are extremely interesting but we never had a chance to discuss his decades in the service and war experiences. Or his travels to both the north and south poles on naval expeditions or many other things about life.
Perhaps you could read books on similar experiences of other retired Dads’ (biographies), and your mind might try to fill in. Experiences at a coarse scale are often similar, though not same. Extrapolate.
Don’t blame yourself. Communication is a two way street. I almost never talk to my dad (he’s alive) and if we do it’s about semi’s and driving. We both should call each other but we both have a lot of pride I guess.
Betrayal.
My literal size. Being called “little girl.” I’m small, but I’ve been told I’ve got some moxie. Whatever, smaller dogs always bark bigger. And some of ’em really do have that big dog fight. Or, “How old are you? You look soo young!”
“Well howdy, how old are you? Why do you ask?” appearances tell you a lot about a book but not enough to know the ending.
Oh wow, that’s so sad. I am short too, but I don’t look younger than my age.
Agism is an -ism. For all numbers lol
I hear you! I’m just over five feet tall, and am also a high school teacher. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had people say, “I thought you were a student!” I try to take it as a compliment, but it often feels very dismissive.
Very! And it happens at the grocery store, the tire shop. With kids people look at me really weird. We joke about it a lot lol it’s one of the reasons tho that I didn’t go on to do the hard work you already did.
The ones that were caused by the hands of friendship
Losing my Dad at a young age. I don’t deal with death well. I think I would have had more confidence and done more if he was in my corner. I never got a chance to know him well and scraps of his history are extremely interesting but we never had a chance to discuss his decades in the service and war experiences. Or his travels to both the north and south poles on naval expeditions or many other things about life.
I’m so sorry for your loss. That must’ve been very traumatic.
Death is the only thing, if any, that I find myself unable to “comprehend” – feels exactly like my system “crashes” , if I were a computer !
Perhaps you could read books on similar experiences of other retired Dads’ (biographies), and your mind might try to fill in. Experiences at a coarse scale are often similar, though not same. Extrapolate.
Don’t blame yourself. Communication is a two way street. I almost never talk to my dad (he’s alive) and if we do it’s about semi’s and driving. We both should call each other but we both have a lot of pride I guess.
Being only conditionally accepted by my parents from infancy on.
Feeling unloved and alone as a kid
My best friend committing suicide when we were juniors in high school. I’m 61 now. I’ve never gotten over it.
My stepfather crawling into my bed. It’s always there as if it were yesterday.
That’s hard to write. Let alone….
My health fails and feeling like I can never do enough to stop recurring episodes of illness
Hehe… Intrusive
The need to be Loved Unconditionally…that who I AM is simply enough. BElonging wherever I am.
Feeling worthy.
Second-guessing myself and regret over life choices made early one. Time to let that sucker go!
Guess my mum’s early loss