I have been pretty understanding of most children with trauma. I look into my new student's eyes and I see so much darkness. I look into my student who is constantly feeling stress all the time. His eyes seem to understand I am a safe person. I see where my teacher has PTSD and after having an attitude towards him I finally understand.
I think about the typing teacher who used to hit my hands when I looked at the keys, the mentally ill teacher who would not stand up for me, the teacher who used to torture us with his paddle on the wall. The teacher who yell at me when I made a mistake.
I think about my five years at Illinois School with two principals in particular who would torment and belittle me. My last year when they have me the hardest class in the district and my principal would not support me at all.
The year at MG with gaslighting and poor leadership. Same things happen here but just not so difficult. I am at the point of my teaching that I could retire if I needed to.
I look to a church that in the last seven years have not supported me and caused guilt as I started therapy and medication.
I am thankful that the Lord has helped me though all these challenges and I have stomped the Devil with getting payback in so many areas. I can do things afraid and am part of a place where I can make a difference everyday.