So here's a story of something that happened back when I was in primary school. I laugh about it now, but at the time it was so frustrating that something like that could have happened over a pair of scissors.
So I used to have this compulsion of feeling things, rubbing them against my skin and feeling the texture. I liked the feeling of bubble wrap the most.
One day I was feeling pretty angry about things. Nothing in particular bothered me. Just one of those days where you get up on the wrong side of the bed, so the saying goes (even though my bed was and strangely always has been propped against the bedroom wall.
) So in class, after cutting up a worksheet so it could be glued into my school book, I rubbed the pointy end of the scissors against the palm of my hand.
The teacher went completely ape. He yelled at me for doing that, and I was sent to the office and was given a lecture by the deputy principal and my class teacher about anger and how "you need to control your temper". Nothing had even caused me to flip out to begin with. Sure I was grumpy, but nowhere near angry enough to flip my lid. What did cause me to completely lose my #@#$ was when they asked why I would cause myself harm.
In the resulting tantrum, I yelled things back at the teacher and the principal that didn't help my situation.
The whole fiasco could've been avoided on the teachers' part if they had talked to me about it first rather than assume things, sure. But if I had the wisdom and control over my anger back then that I have now, the consequences probably wouldn't have been as bad as they wound up being.
But, as the saying goes, what's done is done. And there's another saying that the past cannot be changed, but you can make sure that same thing doesn't happen again.
When my mum showed up at school to pick me up, she asked me about why I used the scissors, and I explained to her and the whole thing got put to bed. Mum was quite mad with the teachers, so at least I had someone who believed me.
So I used to have this compulsion of feeling things, rubbing them against my skin and feeling the texture. I liked the feeling of bubble wrap the most.
One day I was feeling pretty angry about things. Nothing in particular bothered me. Just one of those days where you get up on the wrong side of the bed, so the saying goes (even though my bed was and strangely always has been propped against the bedroom wall.
) So in class, after cutting up a worksheet so it could be glued into my school book, I rubbed the pointy end of the scissors against the palm of my hand.The teacher went completely ape. He yelled at me for doing that, and I was sent to the office and was given a lecture by the deputy principal and my class teacher about anger and how "you need to control your temper". Nothing had even caused me to flip out to begin with.
Sure I was grumpy, but nowhere near angry enough to flip my lid. What did cause me to completely lose my #@#$ was when they asked why I would cause myself harm. In the resulting tantrum, I yelled things back at the teacher and the principal that didn't help my situation.
The whole fiasco could've been avoided on the teachers' part if they had talked to me about it first rather than assume things, sure. But if I had the wisdom and control over my anger back then that I have now, the consequences probably wouldn't have been as bad as they wound up being.
But, as the saying goes, what's done is done. And there's another saying that the past cannot be changed, but you can make sure that same thing doesn't happen again.
When my mum showed up at school to pick me up, she asked me about why I used the scissors, and I explained to her and the whole thing got put to bed. Mum was quite mad with the teachers, so at least I had someone who believed me.
