Part of Me
Through the course of some events, God has helped me to realize that I have not entirely dealt with some events that happened when I was a child. This is a part of me that up to now has not been shared with many, but sometimes sharing the painful parts can bring healing and can let people see why someone might be how they are. In 1991, I was in the fourth grade and my family was back in the USA for the year. At that point my learning disorder had not been officially diagnosed and I was desperate to understand my instructions in school and to fit in. Thankfully, I do not recall every day of that awful year but my mom has told me that I came home every day crying over some event that had taken place that day. I recall being teased, bullied and not included in what I longed for,friends and acceptance.I recall getting in trouble because my teacher had to document sending home a student for spitting on me. i recall asking to play with the class and I was told by a classmate that they ha