I have always felt like I was on the outside looking in I could see early on that I was different my family was different.
We were Pentecostal this never was a problem for me until my teacher Miss Wild in the 4th grade started an half hour of dancing ever Friday afternoon. I loved her she looked like
Cher and was the coolest person I had ever
met. When I went home to tell my mother about the dancing she was appalled and
made me take a note to Miss Wild saying that I wasn't allowed to participate in
the dancing. Every week while the other kids danced I had to sit and
It was the burden I had to bare for my families beliefs. I felt lucky, unlike some of the other kids from our church, I was able to wear pants. I think this came about because I was a tom boy and it was more important for me to be covered then the rules of dress.
I was odd from the beginning even in my own family I didn't really fit in too well. I looked at people and what they were doing and saying and I just didn't get it. The girls in my neighborhood were all very tight DeDe and Beverly were best friends and when they had a big fight one of them would befriend me until they made up and then they both would reject me.
My mother suffered over my social problems more than I did and she was always looking for a solution. No one was sure what was wrong with me and at one point I was put into special ed with Bobby who lived on my street who what definitely a little slow.
I went along with this because this is what my mother wanted. It was a few hours of free time each week a break from the seriously boring school day. I felt sorry for Bobby not understanding that people were thinking the same thing about me. Today I would be diagnosed with ADD and put on drugs even then they did offer drugs but we were health nuts and my mother refused.
This period with Bobby didn't last long but it didn't help me to fit with my schoolmates either. When my mother died in the 5th grade it sealed my fate for ever being normal in the real world. Headlines "Pentecostal girl loses mother and any hope of being accepted by the outside world". My skin was pretty thick by then and I had created my own world a place where I controlled all emotion. I accepted that I was alone and would have to figure things out for myself.
I remember once telling my mother not to worry about me that I was fine and I would find my own way. This was when she was first sick. I meant it and by that time I was pretty autonomous and felt and had found my place alone in the world. I had know idea what was coming but I was strong and my will kept me going.
This is my story of life from the outside. I never felt a part of any group until I went to Al-Anon. The brokenness and strength I found there seemed so familiar to me. People strong on the outside but with so many sad parts on the inside. Everyone had been through something and wanted to get better.
The acceptance I found there was incredible. I became a part of a clique which became the closest thing to a family that I have had. Some of us are still together but some are not as comfortable letting the past go and being happy and healthy. It does feel really awkward to not being broken and trying to fix myself. I have done my best and it is time to rest and enjoy what the day has to offer instead of looking for the next problem to solve. Filling my days trying to solve an outside problem and when there isn't one looking for one on the inside.
I feel whole for the first time in my life. I have always believed that because I didn't fit in that there was something wrong with me. The search for the cure consumed my life. I tried so hard to find a place where I did fit in that I gave up parts of myself to appear normal. Today I know that I am perfect just the way I am and that girl in me that tried to sooth her mother's worries is still here today finding my own way.