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The closest I've come was when I was a baby. I was about nine months old and still learning to walk. My parents lived in an old house in downtown Huntington Beach; old enough that in the kitchen, all the electrical outlets were on the front of the counters instead of above them. My mother was frying something in an electric skillet and I toddled into to kitchen, grabbed the electrical cord and pulled the whole thing, hot oil and all down on top of myself. I was very badly burned.

I don't know how long I was in the hospital; they treated burns a lot differently back then. My mother said they just laid you out on a bed with no dressings (this was in 1963). I'm told it was pretty serious and they didn't know whether I'd survive. I don't remember - that was long before my memories begin.

I have scars on the top of my head, my neck and my shoulder and other small ones all over. My icon there is from when I was in 1st grade and that was how I always wore my hair until I got out of high school - parted on the side with a barette - because I needed to cover the bald spot. People always asked how I got the scar on my neck - and boys in middle school like to say "look, she's Frankenstein's daughter - you can see where they sewed her head on!" That wasn't the only reason for teasing, it was just a small part of their ammunition. I used to come home in tears fairly often and my mom would tell me, "Oh they just like you."

No, they didn't. When someone shoves you that hard into the lockers, it's not because they have a crush on you. I had several freshly sharpened pencils in my hand at the time, and I still have a tiny grey tattoo on my stomach from where they stabbed me because of that shove. It was malicious, and by a couple of boys and not a few girls as well, continued all through middle school. Slowed down in high school, but it still happened.

One of them wound up being in one of my biology classes in junior college. He pretended he didn't know me, and I was just as happy to leave it that way.

Sorry, sort of got off track from the question, didn't I.

Date: 2010-07-31 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, I am so sorry you had to go through all of that. My ex-sister-in-law pulled a pot of hot coffee onto herself and still bears multiple scars. Her burns were not as bad as yours, but she is still affected by them. She's a truly beautiful woman, but has always suffered hyper-active insecurities because of the reactions she's received from her burns. Yet, I don't think she endured anything as violent as you describe. That is absolutely horrific. What jackasses.

And it makes me so sad to think of you as a baby having to endure that kind of pain. :( So terrible.

Date: 2010-08-11 08:31 pm (UTC)
ext_341900: (dreams on a 'chovie can)
From: [identity profile]
Sorry to take so long answering. Thanks for your thoughts - although I'm sorry it made you sad. That was never my intent.

I guess I'm lucky I got to the hospital at all - my mom was a Christian Scientist, and they don't believe in any medical treatment beyond first-aid. However, my father isn't. It's funny, I really don't know a lot of the details, I've never asked. It had to have been hard on both my parents, though. I know my father still feels guilty about it at 84, though I don't blame either of them for anything.

As for the shoving, that was a one-time thing; most of the harassment was verbal. But yeah, I can relate to your sister-in-law, although I never thought I was that good-looking to begin with. ;p Most of the reaction was from kids in school and middle school tends to be kind of a piranha tank as far as pecking orders; I can't say I've ever seen a reaction from another adult. And most of the scars I have are not that noticeable or in places usually covered, and some seemed to have faded over the years - it's funny, I know I had one on my hand, and after writing this I had a hard time finding it.

Date: 2010-07-31 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, that's a horrific story about the skillet.

I can relate to what you're saying about teasing; I went through it too, pretty badly. I'm still not sure what could have been done to stop it, but there should have been something.

Date: 2010-08-11 08:42 pm (UTC)
ext_341900: (Jet- papa)
From: [identity profile]
(sorry so long in an
"...but there should have been something."

Like maybe adults believing you when you tell them something?

I know it's hard though. I worry about this with my kids. Angus because he's different, and Gareth because he tries to act really boyish, but he's really sensitive. They've both had people give them a hard time in the past, but John gave them some pointers on how to deal with them (I can't remember now exactly what), and both seemed to blow over fairly quickly. Avalon, I'm not sure; she's very outgoing, and no one is bothering her, but she says she doesn't have any friends in her class. She does have a couple outside of school so I'm not too worried.
Edited Date: 2010-08-11 08:43 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-07-31 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Most people don't know how bad the bullying gets. It scars for life.

Date: 2010-08-11 08:49 pm (UTC)
ext_341900: (Blackadder)
From: [identity profile]
(Blah, sorry so late replying...)

Honestly, who does crap like that to people they "like?"

Fwiw, I think the guy who shoved me wound up being a druggie after high school, so I guess there's a small amount of karmic payback...


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