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Written the 20th April 2021
I want to write about something
That triggers me so
It’s been a long time coming
(so finally here I go)
My TA, Mrs Shawnigan
Has been at the school for years
I’m 100% certain
she genuinely cares
She is good at her job
she works incredibly hard
although our teaching styles
are so differently charged
She is authoritarian, like my mum
“Respect must be learnt!”
I’m the generation that believes
respect needs to be earned
I know in my heart
kids don’t need to be afraid
simply to get them
to learn how to behave
That said we work together
surprisingly well in class
Despite our styles being
so completely contrast
But the one thing that triggers
me continually about her
the manner she greets me
(and what I make it infer)
I’ll walk in the morning
say hello with a smile
I get a grunt of recognition
A “hello” that feels hostile
Now that would be OK
if she was like that with everyone
but apparently not
(I’m just the lucky one)
She shouts greetings of joy
down the passage, so it seems
to every Tom, Dick and Harry
that just isn’t me!
Her sullen manner and grumpiness
are so hard for me to take
I wish I wasn’t sensitive
and could simply shake
This feeling that it’s pretty obvious
“She doesn’t like me”
(For a recovering people pleaser
it’s a bitter cup of tea)
But then all of a sudden
she will
initiate a chat
She’s been sweet to me
Oooooh fancy that!
Internal sigh of relief
Deep down in my soul
“See she DOES like you”
My inner voices console
But then just as quick
it’ll ALL go away
I’m stuck with Miss Grumpy
for the rest of the day
Honestly, it’s like playing
on a people-pleasing-conveyer belt
Jumping on and off it
OH my God
I need help!
It’s almost laughable
if only it didn’t make me want to cry
Why don’t you like me?
I don’t understand why?
I just want to live in a world
Where everyone is friends
(Sigh. does my internal neediness
know no end?)
Of course, I realise
it reminds me of being a child
so, wishing I had a mum
that would come home with a smile
She always seemed so stressed
and angry at home
which in hindsight left me feeling
hurt and alone
Now I find my inner child
reliving this pain every day
Wishing she had the courage
to speak up and say
Why are you never happy
just to see me?
Do you have any idea how
hurtful this can be?
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“The role of parental joy”
and how it builds self-esteem
was first modelled for me
in therapy
When I witnessed the joy
that was consistently shared
My therapist contained all my happiness
He seemed to really care…
about my progress
my achievements
things I had done well
The joy on my therapist’s face
was more moving than I can tell
The stereotypical portrayal
of a therapist being a blank screen
Is so far away from the elation
He’s always shown me
It’s funny how understanding this
had such a profound effect
On how I work with children
and how I connect
I do my best to remember
every single day
The importance of joy
and the role that it plays
*********
My last couple of years
that I spent with my mum
I am so grateful that she also
learnt how this was done
I have such loving memories
of her flinging open the front door
With a smile on her face
I genuinely felt adored
So happy to see me
her beautiful child
she’d always hug me
for the longest of whiles
And those last 3 months
as the tumour ravaged her brain
as it stole her speech and her movement
all that remained
Was the joy in her eyes
Her recognition to see me
It was the most beautiful gift
I have EVER received
So, it’s funny how even
after all of these years
old triggers come back up
and quietly re-emerge
So now, I’m not sure
what to do about the grumpy one
Perhaps recognising the trigger
will discharge the gun?
I’ll keep breathing and remind
myself every single day
You are not that little girl
Let it go
Walk away
Simply acknowledge the hurt feelings
but also realise
Your value and your worth
are not found in others’ eyes
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