Merry Christmas my dear blogging community.
May you be surrounded by warmth and loved ones.
May you be safe and healthy.
May you know how to extend to someone who needs.
May you know peace.
May you be blessed with what you need.
Thank you for the encouragement, the compliments, but mostly, the safe place to write some of my way to healing.
Tova
Question:
What do you say when someone makes a distinction between your children?
Example:
G. is your natural son and E. and B. are adopted.
Yes, something like this was written in a Christmas letter by the same person who diagnosed my ‘depression’ as homeschool induced. This is someone who is difficult, but requires tact. Thanks Sheri for your examples of correct language usage in the adoption world. Also included in this letter, which went out to LOTS of people I don’t know, is where both E. and B. are adopted from. Should I care? It bugs me. Not this persons info to pass onto strangers that don’t know us.
Breath in, breath out. Let it go….
First, thanks for all the compliments. I didn’t post that last one fishing for them, but you sure gave ‘em!
Just a note to tell you that I am terrified of pop. Yup, Soda pop. Coke, Pepsi, Seven-Up, etc. All of them. Why? My Dr. told me when I was 17 that the chemicals in pop literally kill your brain cells every time you drink it. Is this true? Who knows…but I haven’t touched the stuff since. The idea of drinking something and it killing my brain just grosses me out so much.
Yes, this makes me slightly crazy, weird and neurotic.
Blame it on the homeschooling.
I am thirty years old. I was homeschooled from Grade 2 to Grade 12. Now granted. I did not get the same experience as going to public school. I didn’t go to P.E. I didn’t have a lab to experiment in. I didn’t go to assemblies. I missed out on the cafeteria experience. I am not good at speaking in public. But that’s about it. I have lots of friends who I love. I have a solid education that allows me to go into any post secondary education that I would want. I have a great relationship with my family.
But…..
Did you know that I am depressed because
“I was homeschooled and don’t know how to conduct myself in public or social settings.”
????
Cause I didn’t.
Let me tell you…I am enlightened. All that counseling that was wasted. All those drugs I didn’t need to take. Sheesh. All I needed to do was tell my Dad what an asshole he was for deciding to homeschool me. The freedom I feel is amazing! At the same time, it’s rather, well, depressing, cause I can’t go and unhomeschool me. I guess I will be depressed forever.
I feel that I need to warn all of you. If you are homeschooling, or ever think about homeschooling, you may raise children who will be depressed and not know how to conduct themselves in public or social settings. And they may have to defend being homeschooled, long past it being a relevant topic.
And what exactly does it mean that I don’t know how to conduct myself in public or social settings? Could someone please tell me. I’m a big girl, I can handle it. (as far as I know I don’t scratch myself, or burp or fart when out and about) Please tell me…please!
Seriously though, all humour and sarcasm aside. This was a comment made to my husband from someone very close to him. Someone who has never liked me. Someone who has never asked me about my homeschooling experience or talked to me about it. Someone who would rather believe that, than what actually happened.
I laughed and laughed…and then sighed and shook my head.
