Post by maybe someday on Mar 5, 2012 18:14:45 GMT -6
(I posted my whole story, a while back, in the "Roll Call" forum.)
At 28, I have a pretty normal life now. I don't tell most people about my homeschool past. I try to focus on the future, the positive, all that cliche stuff.
And yet...
There's part of me that just wants to lock myself up in my bedroom, not talk to anyone, not participate in society. I wonder why? Oh yeah, because that's how I spent my childhood and adolescence! Part of me will always be that... freaking... WEIRDO.
My husband and I are trying to buy our first home. Normal, right? Lots of people have done it. And yet taking care of the basic stuff, paperwork, phone calls, meetings, etc., is killing me. Every time someone gets condescending/unhelpful/rude (seriously, where is the customer service anymore?), I want to retreat and cry. I can't deal with conflict or frustration. I know that's foolish, and I hate this weakness in myself.
And it's lonely too. I have a really hard time maintaining friendships. I was in therapy for a couple years, and with constant coaching, I was able to get a little better for a while. But now I've backslid. The loneliness and weirdness of my childhood follows me wherever I go. I can no longer afford to pay someone $100 a week to help me figure out how to ask people over for dinner.
And any pro-homeschool parents reading this, news flash: homeschooling is weird! it makes children weird! all those spelling-bee kids spazzing out, that's not cute, that's weird, and it's not a weirdness you can shake just by trying. heaven knows I've tried hard enough.
On re-reading this, for some reason re-living these horrors has made me revert to an adolescent vocabulary. But it's not my fault, I was "homeschooled."
At 28, I have a pretty normal life now. I don't tell most people about my homeschool past. I try to focus on the future, the positive, all that cliche stuff.
And yet...
There's part of me that just wants to lock myself up in my bedroom, not talk to anyone, not participate in society. I wonder why? Oh yeah, because that's how I spent my childhood and adolescence! Part of me will always be that... freaking... WEIRDO.
My husband and I are trying to buy our first home. Normal, right? Lots of people have done it. And yet taking care of the basic stuff, paperwork, phone calls, meetings, etc., is killing me. Every time someone gets condescending/unhelpful/rude (seriously, where is the customer service anymore?), I want to retreat and cry. I can't deal with conflict or frustration. I know that's foolish, and I hate this weakness in myself.
And it's lonely too. I have a really hard time maintaining friendships. I was in therapy for a couple years, and with constant coaching, I was able to get a little better for a while. But now I've backslid. The loneliness and weirdness of my childhood follows me wherever I go. I can no longer afford to pay someone $100 a week to help me figure out how to ask people over for dinner.
And any pro-homeschool parents reading this, news flash: homeschooling is weird! it makes children weird! all those spelling-bee kids spazzing out, that's not cute, that's weird, and it's not a weirdness you can shake just by trying. heaven knows I've tried hard enough.
On re-reading this, for some reason re-living these horrors has made me revert to an adolescent vocabulary. But it's not my fault, I was "homeschooled."