When I was young the first real memory that I still find hard understand is of me at school. I was about 9 years old maybe around that age. I was I sitting at my desk trying to do my work and would be constantly wondering what every one thinking about me which would really effect how much i could focus on my school work and when should ask a question should I wait till no one looking sound i not ask I all will i look stupid will I come across and trying to aviod my work ect ect. I can remember finaly getting the corage to put my hand up to ask a question about math my favorite subject the only subject I could really bring my self to ask question’s about. This perticular time something happen to make me feel like I was stupid and I can kind of remember getting abrupt with the teacher which of course was seen as talking back to the teacher. Talking back is considered rude but I wasn’t trying to be rude I was trying to understand. If I didn't understand i couldn't do my work if i didn't do my I work i would get in trouble ect. Thing's got heated for a 9y old trying to argu with an adult who was also a teacher. I could no longer deal with the situation my head felt like it was screaming(to many thing's going round and round and round and never stopping) at me. I can remember getting under the table to hide and feel better only to be told to stop being stupid and get back in my seat. That was the worst thing to do me while I'm like that it made my head scream(the best way to describe it) even more so I started to bang my head on the table while I was sitting under it. That never went down any better than my words did and of course I was seen to been a disruptive student looking for attention which couldn’t be further from the truth cause attention alway's made me feel the need to run and hide. I new that running and hiding was going to get me in trouble or maybe lost and that was far scarier than sitting in a class room looking like crazy out of control child. I felt like i was in a no win situtation and I couldn't turn my head off what els was i suppose to do. I couldn't run, i couldn't hide, I couldn't scream, I couldn't make it stop but I had to try. If the teacher had touched me i would have hurt her not because i wanted to but because I was already dealing with to much and her touching me was almost certainly a negative thing it meant I was in trouble and headed for the office a place where you made to feel even smaller than in class room and place where your even more the center of attenstion a place where thay would ring my mum and then she would be disappointed in me and then i would be able to excape the whole thing one i got home.
When ever i got like this i was unpredictable I had the potencial to do real harm. I was so numb that I could hurt my self or get hurt and not feel it for hour's. I felt like I didn't care if I existed at all I wished i could rock my self till i was so far in side my head that no one could pull me out. I even try a fue time to rock anc find that place in side my head that i could hide in and never come out but my fear of upsetting the people around me and making them hate me or make them think that I was just acting or looking for attenstion alway snapped me out of it but that small moment of shutting the world out felt so good i wish for it far more than i ever felt that kind of peace.
As much as i've been threw since my childhood nothing seem's more vivid or confusing or defining as a fue set moments in time that for some reason still make ask the question WHY was I so angry for such a young person.