Memory 4

* memories are non fiction stories just floating around in one’s mind*


I am a clumsy  person (always have been, always will be) and I tend to get hurt a lot (for real. I may be one of few people that can say they sprained their wrist in a bouncy house…)My parents weren’t always prepared for that. It was like they believed that if they ignored me, the pain would disappear. Sometimes it did, but other times it was far more serious. It felt as though the more serious the problem, the more ignored it got. They only liked to solve simple problems. For example, it’s easy to stop a crying child by putting band-aid on a paper cut, but how do you deal with injuries that you can’t see?

I remember up to the 5th grade, I had a tree swing in my back yard. It would spin, and let me go fairly high. I remember in the fall of 5th grade, I was out swinging while my mom was mowing the lawn when all of a sudden, the sting snapped and threw be into the base of the tree. I laid there crying for probably a good 10 minutes while my mom just went back and forth. The only reason she ever noticed I was crying was she stopped the mower to to empty the bag. Even then, she casually walked over and was like ” oh, the swing broke” (thank you captain obvious). Her first instinct wasn’t to address the crying child, but to got for the simple solution as to why I was on the ground. In the end, all I needed was an icepack ( and to not lay on my left side for awhile due to a very large bruise), but we’re both lucky it wasn’t much worse than that ( which it could have been since trees really aren’t very soft)

It would be okay if that had been a one time occurrence (everybody zones out and makes mistakes sometimes)  but the same thing happened over and over. You’re supposed to learn from the past, not repeat it.  When I fell down the stairs in the 8th grade, everyone watched TV and ate dinner. No one noticed me missing from the picture because I was lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.  Or when the other swing broke( I have a lot of swings) and I laid in the backyard on the ground for half an hour because I couldn’t stand up and no one would answer the phone inside when I called. Even worse when the school called to say I was depressed and they chose to pretend it was just an opinion that could be ignored. The more serious the problem, the less they were willing to help.

Now that’s not to say they didn’t take care of me. Like my sports injuries were always taken care of because the solution was obvious. (possible fracture? off to the ER. sore throat? Off to the doctor). It’s just that for the times when something was wrong with me that they couldn’t figure out, I was just left to handle myself. I feel as though this contributed as to why I always appeared to be mature for my age. I was kind of forced to start taking care of myself earlier than others.


8 thoughts on “Memory 4

  1. Your blog is pretty with the header image and light color. I’m sorry to hear that you were often left to deal with major problems on your own, when your parents couldn’t see an obvious solution. I hope you never lose the light you have in learning to be independent from a young age.
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  2. I love the vivid picture you painted in my head, even though is sad. By the way, I complete understand your feelings. At times people don’t know how to help us when the problems we are facing are not visible. They think that since they can’t see them, they don’t exist. Beautifully written. Can’t wait to read more.

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  3. It’s easy for people to turn a blind eye to your deepest pain. Times when you need their concern, care and love. I hope you never have to walk onto those feelings or paths again. Stay happy and blessed dear friend.
    Best wishes. – Syeda

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  4. It sucks to be invisible sometimes, aye. But don’t worry, things will always go better even though it seems not like it. Stay strong dear!

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