When I was in fourth grade, a girl from another class bullied me. I was in the bathroom during class when I heard the door creak open and whooshing shut. There was silence for a moment, then the girl’s hands appeared on the top of the stall door, followed by her face.
“Whaddaya doin’ in there?” she asked.
I quickly covered myself and replied as nicely as I could, “I’m using the bathroom.”
“Well, hurry up,” she said. “Because I want to go.” There were three other stalls, so I knew I was in trouble.
I had no idea who this girl was. I’d seen her on the playground, but I didn’t know her name, and to this day I still have no idea why she wanted to antagonize me.
I finished my business and thought about just waiting to go out until someone else came in, but she was banging things around, and I didn’t want to be trapped in the stall if she decided to crawl under the door. So I walked out.
The first thing she did was grab my glasses off my face and throw them against the wall. I ran over to them, afraid they were broken. I knew I’d get in trouble at home if they were.
I picked them up, and as I turned around, she slapped me hard. I fell back against the wall, not even knowing how to defend myself in a fight, but I was lucky. She turned, and with her nose in the air, flounced out of the bathroom.
I carried the fear from that experience, and others, for many years. After growing up in a very dysfunctional family, I had no idea how to express all the feelings that tumbled around inside and threatened to engulf me.
When I was in my thirties, I began reading books like The Drama of the Gifted Child and For Your Own Good, and I finally began letting go of thirty years’ worth of repressed emotions.
Over the last two decades, I’ve distilled the process of letting go of old emotions into four simple steps.
Even though it’s simple, the process is not necessarily easy because it can be painful to look at old memories and hurt feelings that have been with us for many years, or even a lifetime.
But clearing out the “emotional storehouse” opens the mind to more possibilities, restores self-esteem, and leads to a rediscovery of the authentic self, which has been trapped underneath all the repressed feelings.
Here are the four steps:
1. Figure out and acknowledge what you’re feeling.
Is it shame? Sadness? Despair? Anger?
2. Find a private place, and let yourself express that feeling.
Cry, punch sofa pillows, shake your fists, throw rocks into a pond—whatever helps.
Let your body do whatever it wants to do. You can also journal, but the feelings move out faster if they’re physically expressed, because emotions are stored in the musculature of the body when they can’t be expressed.
3. Tell yourself you can let go of that feeling.
You don’t have to keep holding it inside. Call up the witness part of you to comfort yourself as you express your emotions, and remind yourself that what you’re feeling is not who you are; it’s only a feeling that will pass.
If you feel like you can’t let go of the feeling, ask yourself, “Why? What do I need to look at? What is holding me back from letting go?” A past event or experience will often surface if you ask with a feeling of curiosity and let yourself be open to any answer that comes. You may need to go back to Step 2 if this is the case.
Repeating this step over the course of several days gives your subconscious mind time to bring the issue to the surface, and you may find that it’s easier to let go of it piece by piece instead of all in one fell swoop.
If you’ve experienced a deep betrayal of yourself at some time in your life, your processing time may be longer than someone who hasn’t had many traumatic experiences. Be sure to be compassionate with yourself as you go through the process.
4. Help yourself remember that life can be good.
After you’ve let go of some feelings, call a supportive friend to talk about something else, go to a movie, or join a group that’s going to a fun place. Anything you enjoy doing is fine.
When someone hurts us, it’s human nature to hold on to the hurt because we think that somehow, if we can figure it out, it won’t be as painful. But you hurt yourself all over again when you hold on to a bad feeling—thinking about past experiences can drag you down and make you miserable over time.
It feels much better to let them go; just let their energy drift out of your body and mind. Once you do, you can see everything a little more clearly and be a little more in touch with your authentic self.
Of course, it’s always prudent to seek help if your emotions seem too overwhelming or if you find that they prevent you from functioning in life.
But if you continue this process over a period of time, eventually the old feelings will become a memory rather than a shadow that lives with you day in and day out, and you’ll be living more from your authentic self than from your past experiences.
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About Katherine Mayfield
Katherine Mayfield is the award-winning author of a memoir about recovering from emotional abuse in her family, The Box of Daughter: Healing the Authentic Self. She’s also written several books on dysfunctional families, including Stand Your Ground: How to Cope with a Dysfunctional Family and Recover from Trauma. She blogs on dysfunctional families on her website, www.TheBoxofDaughter.com. Twitter: @K_Mayfield
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Thank you for this post Katherine. I’m sorry to hear of your experience but I’m glad you’ve found peace with this and moved on. I think I suffered tremendously as a child. I was bullied from the age of seven right through to 17 by the same group of girls. It was relentless. There was never a moment of peace. There would be physical as well as emotional abuse. The girls would gang up on me and encourage others to do the same. I would spend most of my lunch breaks hiding away, just so I could avoid the troublemakers. I became an outsider. A recluse.
As you can imagine, this experience hugely affected my self-esteem, confidence and social skills. For someone who was bubbly, happy and kind – I eventually became withdrawn, paranoid and socially unstable. This is the thing that people don’t tell you – that bullying causes such ripple effects. That it gets harder and harder for the victim to climb out of the situation.
And during my experience, on the rare occasions that I tried to stand up for myself or tell the teachers what was happening, it always backfired. Matters would only be made worse. All hope of any form of happiness was lost. I suffered so greatly that the friends I did have would often avoid me too – purely to avoid any association with me.
What did I ever do wrong? For a very long time I thought it was my own fault. And right up until my late twenties, I still blamed myself for what happened. I would go over and over the horrible memories and question whether I could’ve done anything differently. I was very emotionally damaged by the 10 years of bullying.
Today, I am mainly cured. I know the bullying wasn’t my fault. I know I was just unlucky. I know I’m a great person and I’m kind, generous, funny and warm. I’m the kind of friend I’d like to have. I try very hard to be considerate to others. And I’m glad to say, I run my own successful business, have a blog that I love, have had several dreams come true and lead a very happy life.
If I’m honest, bullying made me determined. It helped me to get to where I am today. It built character and taught me patience, compassion and forgiveness. It also taught me to take a long, hard look at myself and not shy away from self-improvement. Am I angry with my bullies? For a long time, yes I was. But not anymore. They were just children after all. And I’m only harming myself further by dwelling on the past.
Now and again I look at a photograph of myself when I was a child and I wish I could say ‘Hey Katy! You’re doing so well kid. Hang on in there. You’re such a great person. I really love you. Don’t listen to whatever anyone else says. You’re going to be very happy and successful when you grow up!’ I get quite emotional telling my younger self that. I just feel so sad for that little person with the chubby cheeks and innocent eyes. Then I remember that I’m also talking to my inner child. And I smile. I remember that she will always be there and will sometimes need reassuring. After all, how do you get over a childhood of bullying? I don’t think it’s possible to fully get over it. But I do think it’s possible to forgive, learn from it and not take it personally.
Thank you for your tips and advice. I really hope it helps others out there who have gone through the same thing.
Katy
I am sorry to read about your past. Mine resembles yours. Bullying is pure torture and it’s a miracle every time someone gets through it without killing themselves or others. If I could have one wish, it would be that teachers did their job to protect the most precious thing we have, namely our children. I am glad that you managed to grow into a strong, loving and caring person, who no doubt would never treat people that way. Peace 🙂
I, too, was bullied by the same girl and a few of her friends for the one year I went to that school. I somehow, miraculously, convincec my mother to let me change schools and things were better. There were still bullies but I had good friends and we stuck together so the bulk of the bullying slid off our backs. Then one summer I took a lifesaving course at the local swim club and guess who was back? The only other girl in the class was the one who had tried to make my life awful that one year. We were paired up, because there was NO WAY boys would touch us! and she started in again.
She was on the swim team, she was taller and stronger and thought she could get away with whatever she wanted. She used to drag me under water and hold me there, seeing if she could get me to pass out. The third time she did it I knew she was trying to seriously hurt me and the teacher was blind to what was going on. From that day on I hid in the bushes after I was dropped off, coming out only when I could see the car coming down the street to pick me up.
I wouldn’t go in pools ever again. My daughter can count the number of times I went into a swimming pool with her. I’d take her to the beach, to a resevoir, anything but the smell of chlorine. Finally, last summer as part of a sewing challenge I made a bathing suit and got back in the water. My daughter said “Time to evolve” and she was right. I went through a process very similar to what you’ve outlined here (and have printed off to re-read later!) and with her help and that of a very supportice friend I was back in a pool. I still prefer the ocean but am not making decisions based on fear and old patterns. You are absolutely right, it is HARD but worth it. I wonder whatever happened to that girl. No one I know has seen or heard from her in years. I wonder what happened to make her act like she did. I have a feeling if I ever had the chance to have a conversation with her we’d have more in common than not.
I’m dealing with adult bullying with family (mother, sister and brother) and a family friend. I would think this is something you would deal with when your little not realizing that was what i was experincing until it was too late. I now have no family, bc they are so dysfunctional that they won’t allow me to say I’m hurt bc my mother has always singled me out and has called me names or to make me feel less of a human being. Adult bullying happens and it’s not fun.
It’s funny how some articles on Tiny Buddha find you at just the right moment. Thank You for this post. I am going to be asking myself ‘Why can’t I let go?’ in my next journal session and I am prepared for it to get tough – but I know I can push through it and eventually get there. Dealing with repressed emotions and memories is tough – and it takes time, never underestimate that. xx
Katherine,
Thank you for sharing your excellent advice. I remember some events very similar to the incident that you had in fourth grade. I don’t know what makes some people tick, why they need to hurt other people, but I’ve also been a target for bullying a few times in my life. With boys it seems to be more physical, but can be psychological too… I can tell that my son gets his share of unfair treatment from some of the students at school. I don’t want him to change or become something that he is not, but I want him to be able to stand up for himself. Schools can be difficult places for sensitive people.
Thanks Peter. I’m completely fine now. But was a bit of a mess during my twenties. I never wanted to kill anyone!! I just wanted to be left alone and to be happy. The saddest thing about bullying is that the bully is often suffering just as much as the victim. When I think about what they said and did, I see a bigger picture. I suspect one of the girls came from a broken home – and, dare I say it, I think another was being abused by a male family member. The important thing to always remember is that it was nothing personal. I was merely unlucky. I’d done nothing wrong. People can be bullied for all sorts of reasons. For petty reasons such as being clever, pretty, funny, kind… Or for more serious ones like being a different race, colour or religion. I’m pretty sure those girls (who will all be in their mid-thirties by now) will still feel guilt for treating others the way they did. I’ve since bumped in to several of them – and I always imagined I’d speak my mind – but I’m proud to say I held my head up high, was sincerely kind and just hoped they were happy. What I’m not happy to say is that some of them hadn’t changed a bit. They were still mean and negative. Which, in a funny way, helped me to heal. Not in a smug ‘I’m better than you’ type way. Just because I realised again that it was nothing personal. And that I was a good person, through and through.
Nice article 🙂 I think I will check out those books. I am 29 years old and I battle depression/anxiety and I think most of it is because of my childhood. I mean that’s what you grow up-experiences of child hood. I don’t have a perfect family, I had problems with parents, abused emotionally/mentally by my sister all my life, a few family members seem to get under my skin, I have been bullied emotionally, had things thrown at me, had rumors spread about me all through my school life. Sad but true, I can honestly say I don’t like/trust people in general because of the abuse. I had friends most leave me for no reason, but making me feel like I did something when I can’t think of anything I did. 🙁 Do you know any books that could help me? It’s good to see someone that was able to heal from trauma. I don’t understand why people are so nasty to each other. It’s why I prefer cats, dogs and other animals more than people most of the time. I also suffer from lack of self esteem and self worth.
I know the feeling, my sister always bullied me, and we’re past high school but she continues to bully me when we can so I made it my decision that she is nothing to me, I cut ties from her but unfortunately the way she treated me still haunts me everyday. My mom bullies me sometimes too. I have an aunt that is rude to me for no reason and likes to manipulate things. It’s nice to know I am not alone, just don’t know how to cope. I just feel like in the future I won’t have friends, I won’t marry, etc because of what bullies have done to me-made me think I am not worth it.
Wonderful list of tips on how to let go of past hurt! 🙂 I like # 3, witnessing, and seeking the reason why, and then giving yourself permission to letting it go. Then when you stated “When someone hurts us, it’s human nature to hold on to the hurt, because
we think that somehow, if we can figure it out, it won’t be as painful”, so true, well said! 🙂
Extremely helpful, and it’s straight to the subject. Thank you for sharing this!
Children can be so cruel. If they are feeling unstable or insecure, some will aggressively torture others to try to escape those feelings.
I was bullied a lot; at home, life was volatile; my parents were always angry, explosive, and sometimes violent which trickled down and amplified to the rest of the family. Financially, things were rough and working in our family business was jading. My mother arbitrarily favored me and pettily tried to make my other siblings jealous. It made me a target of their frustrations, constantly being shut down whenever they could, and greedily refusing to help fill in my emotional needs. Needless to say, my introduction into socializing outside of the family was also fairly uncomfortable. Even to this day, I desperately seeking some sort of guidance and security with others (dangerously, even complete strangers), only to be rejected, ignored or abused by them. It’s petty and wrong, but my sense of security around others is severely compromised and I have a constant need to be reassured and respected from others. God forbid if they don’t.
But as much as I can remember being bullied there was odd time I bullied others; the dangers of staying in the bullied mindset is that you always view yourself as a victim, regardless of your own actions; in elementary school, I always felt like I had a target on my chest; always insecure, always panicked. Then there was this one girl. I’ve forget her exact name. One day, she commented on how cool my eyebrows were (they are sorta hawkish) with her blonde hair, slender girlishness and tanned skin. In short, I kinda liked her. One day I decided to make fun of her for no reason; in sing song fashion, I said she looked like a man and did this ridiculously stupid dance. I can still remember her face today, and retrospectively, I can imagine that what I did in that stupid little instance drastically altered her sense of security. I feel like I should contact her on facebook, maybe tell her why I did why I did. Who knows? Maybe it didn’t matter that much to her and it’s all in my head. Maybe she’s long over it? I’ll mull it over for awhile.
Now I’m over two decades old; I took up a martial art, I’m scraping up my grades, and beginning to master my emotions. I have two mentalities; the one that wants to withdraw and hide while the other that tries to face things. I edge more towards self-empowerment and less towards self-destructive masochism. My depression has become mostly a thing of the past and suicidal thoughts only occasionally knock every now and then. I realize how important humor and how you carry yourself is.
Thanks for the article! I’ll try to apply it where ever I can.
I was bullied in school as well but my being bullied caused me to marry a bully, Then after 22 years of his bullying he leaves me for a woman 15 years older than me. I am bright beautiful and lately have I begun to see that I was bullied for my looks and brains. I also took and emotional IQ test and it scored me very high as does my IQ of 125 make me smarter than the average bear so to speak. I think that others can sense that you have something different about a person they bully. the bullies are the mean ones but the bullied one struggles to understand because their emotional IQ says that this is not right. I raised four great kids but lost one to suicide. I was 43 and his girflriends family bullied me so much that emotionally I have returned to the lost kid in school. HIding from people. People assume that I have all the answers I am strong and this tragedy was in no way my fault. My mind never told me his suicide was my fault but I do fault the girlfriend who claimed to be pregnant with his child as placing such emotional stress on him bringing him to an emotional point of no return after throwing him out her parents house and keeping his Army gear and personal belongings. He told in one hour he was going to kill himself if she would not take to him or give him his things back. She called no police. After his death she facebook harassed to my entire facebook community saving what kind of mother must I have been to have a son that would so mentally ill as to commit suicide. Really. Her mother got in on it to and talked trash to everyone. They really can not accept that they bullied a 24 year old man withheld his things, that paternity of the child was never established and they completely ruined my reputation. So believe when I say bullying can occur at any point at any time and for any reason but the one thing bullying has in common is that the bully feels better about themselves when they are bullying another. It removes guilt from within them and places their anger on another. Bullying does not end, it takes other forms whether it be in the workplace, school, family or through a tragedy. What kind of mom was I? One that said see your commitments through, I love you son and I know you are with me everyday and I wish that you could have talked to me about how you were being bullied by the ex gf family. Just because you served your country does not mean that I would have thought you weak if you had come to me. In the Army bullies are dealt with. they is a chain of command. IRL its called law enforcement or getting a good lawyer. You are missed and I am so sorry you got bullied. Please adults you don’t have to bullied as a child to have bullying occur. Nothing is worth your sanity so before you lose it get away as far as you can as fast as you can and put your mental health first. Not a professional this is my experience.
What an amazing writing. You have no idea how much I can relate. Bullying (among with depression and other issues) has destroyed my life and made it mental torture but if I ever manage to get through these problems I believe it has made me stronger in the end. I do not mean to belittle your experiences but I think I may have suffered even more.
any one know of a support group for adults who get bullied by family?
What crap. Who do you think you are to write this shit and give people false hope? What absolute nonsense that won’t work for anyone.
I’m 36 yrs old my dad bullied my mom my whole life so at 10 yrs old I desided to be the one that got bully for the safety of my mom so as my dad would take his angry out on me I would go to school trying to be the best I could and I guess it was write on my face to be a personal punching bag for many bullys at school I got out of school happy that finally the bully ING was over got a job with the school board and the bullying continues people keying my car demeaning me I tell management and nothing done except telling me I deserve it my thoughts and feelings mean nothing….it’s funny the board is an antibullying board for the kids but what about the people working there…….
Thanks everyone for sharing your experiences. Mine was similar, I was bullied in high school for four years. I had more or less gotten over it but just found that my bully has actually become managing director for a famous cosmetic brand.
I was in the middle of writing about my experience here, when my husband walked in and saw me crying. He listened to me once again and said he couldn’t change the past, but that we can do everything we can to ensure the way I was bullied and had my World turned against me, won’t happen to our children. That girl probably didn’t even know the impact her bullying would make on my life, and her other victims, and she probably got to where she is by scheming and bullying as an adult, probably still not realising that what she does hurts people.
I am not famous or in a power position. I didn’t manage to become a medical doctor because my marks weren’t good enough in high school. But I survived, and I managed to go to University and have a lovely family who love me the way I am. I am strong, and I am very lucky to be me.
Thanks for sharing. Do you think is a good idea to confront the bully now that 10 years have happened Since then?
For me, I was made fun of all the way till 19 for the same reasons that got me made fun of at 13. (To think that my main bully was four years older than me.)
i totally get and understand when you came from Katherine. I was bullied myself by my own cousin. her mom put her up to it because we lived in their home because my parents were too poor to get their own home. she would intimidate me, bully and ruin my relationship with my sister and get other school bitches to pick on me. then we moved and i came across another bitch and guess what those two are now sister in laws and don’t get along only superficially. what a small world we live in
This is fine if you were bullied like yesterday. But I wanted to kill myself before my age hit double figures. That has affected my whole life. It’s impossible for me to know who I’d be without that. There’s no “authentic self” for me to reclaim, unless you want to insist that my “authentic self” is the broken shell of a person that I am now.
I know some people say “look back at what you liked at a child” but I think that even if I hadn’t been bullied my life would no longer revolve around Digimon lol.
The management is awful there is someone named Caitlin Fink who works their and she was the meanest person I have ever met. She would just ignore me, glare at me, or snap at me. She would yell my name at the top of her lungs and slam her fist down repeatedly, I could also feel her spit go on my face, her face would turn red too. I call them temper tantrums. I would be standing their crying and nobody would comfort me try to stop her even other managers. She would tell me to go do the carts and yell at me to do them again this happened toward me and only me daily. I would have to ask for breaks multiple times they would cut it short. I would ask to go on a bathroom break but then they would immediately call back me seconds after I just told them, again only me on the loud speaker in a nasty tone. Someone needed help with the disability cart and I said I don't know how to ride one to help the lady and Catlin screamed at me slammed her fist on the counter, again in front of the customer. I walked up to Catlin when she was having a conversation with someone I didn't say anything, slammed her fist on the counter screamed "WHAT!!" I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!! and in front of the customer. I was bagging at the register and said to a lady that her toddler was cute Catlin immediately slammed her fist next to me and leaned into my face and glared at me, I could feel her breathing on my cheek. I did the carts once like my other manager Dee told me to and he yelled at me said that I didn't. I then asked to go to the bathroom to and he immediately call me back 10 seconds later. I just wanted to go and cry. I thought he was cool but it turns out he was just like her. I would get out my phone like everybody else was already doing in front of her only calls me out. Some were instances were in front of the store manager she didn't care. It felt like multiple managers ganged up on me. Other employees were annoyed and mad at me because of her yelling. It felt like I couldn't even speak to others without getting yelled or glared at. I thought she wanted to hit me when she slammed her fist on the counter. When I would do something she didn't like I would get a lecture while others would be ignored. She made it physically hard to even walk in the building. I also asked why I was being fired and they never gave me a clear answer, warnings, or write ups. I was just wanted to work and was dealing with stuff at home. I was targeted even though I always did my work. Working here caused me so much pain I am still trying to process years later and let go of. I need to go to therapy because of her bullying me
I let go of the shame or whatever from specific instances of bullying years ago. What would be more helpful is a way to address the life-long damage to my self-esteem, confidence, and self-concept. There’s no “just let go of the pain” for those.
(Equally, there’s no past state of self-concept for me to recover. The worst of the bullying was 19 years ago – almost two-thirds of my life has passed since then. And it started five years before that, even! I am not trying to recover my 5-10 year old personality, I am trying to grow into the personality of the adult I would have been without that trauma.)
Hi! I’m a case you can use to clarify why it is critical to take bullying serious since I’m a failed case when it comes to recovery. My issue wasn’t one bully targeting me when I was young, my main issue is that I get randomly targeted by MANY in ANY surroundings like I’m a a magnet for sicko abuser bullies or olike I’m born cursed. With that mindset I keep thinking no matter where I go there will always be these sickos who will find me and make my life into a dark ruin. Normally I can take them and even drive them up a wall and bully them back and at least make them suffer too but when main parts of someone’s life are not ok, even a simple random baseless bullying can be all it takes for the victim to cross the line of no return. I’ve also been abused as a child domestically. So really nowhere to turn to. Even as an adult now I get abused regularly by those who don’t even know a thing about me and meet me for the first time at school/etc. including by one of my male university professors. Thanks for bringing attention to this issue that sadly more often than not costs many innocent lives of those who are more peaceful and decent and even more deserving to be part of this world than lets say the said bullies. Bullies are mentally sick. I have no doubt about that. No mentally healthy sane person ever will be ok causing any grief or upset for any living beings. I didn’t deserve to be bullied. Yet I was and that makes me lose hope more than how I was bullied. And when I’m gone all these ignorant people around me will continue to blame me about it and do what bullies always do and say that I was “oversensitive” or a “drama queen” and just like that I will be gone without anyone decent even ever knowing about it or about why I felt like I didn’t want to be alive not even for a single second more.
Also I don’t get what people mean when they speak of forgiveness. If my bullies were handed to me now, I’d be sure that before they head to the hell they came from, they fully understand what suffering and pain were. Abusers/bullies deserve no mercy. Ever.
This article could have been a single sentence: “just let it go!” Despite the extra verbiage, it’s no more useful than that pat phrase.
As a teen I was bullied by different people from 2nd grade in regular school to junior high in a Christian Academy and do not let the word Christian fool you.There was one specific student who would mistreat me and others in school and he would instigate trouble so that me and others would suffer.
I at one point got tired of him and his ways so I went and sat with the girls and being a boy the bully called me a traitor which I said back I’m not a traitor.
He wanted me to eat lunch with him,yet when I changed he got arrogant and called me a traitor for not eating lunch with him and the boys anymore who he treated any old way and gossiper behind their back which I got tired of dealing with.The year I graduated with him in class he said to me “We made it,” yet I paid no mind to his words because he is a bully and I was through with him and told him that and I meant it too.
He would say my music was leading my friend to hell and he liked worser music than me.
Pantera is worser than Kid Rock.
He would disrupt the class with his music for years and try to disrupt me from doing my school work and even said look at me while he was fixing his penis in the restroom.
I was doing my best to ignore him though.
I heard him saying to me Look at me Look at me.
I wanted to ignore him.
That is a fact.
After I graduated I saw him one last time,yet are that we didn’t speak anymore nor did I add him as a friend on my MySpace account when I got one and had one.
He even caused problems for me and my past friends too.
I forgave him later,yet I will not recall what he did anymore.
I am glad to get this off of my chest.
I feel a lot better now than I did.
I understand what you went through.
Bullies are like thugs who have a life,but waste it by being a low life.
“instead of feeling bad, just don’t!” I seriously doubt we would need so many trauma therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists, and self-help books in the world if it were that easy.
"just let it go and think positive" wow I can't believe nobody has ever told me that before! Oh wait, nevermind, it is what everyone has told me repeatedly in the two decades since I spent a school year coming home on hysterical tears, unable to articulate a single word. Gee whiz, when can I expect it to start working? Year 24 of doing it? 25?