I have a thing about boxes. Not the cardboard kind.
When I was a child I was ‘boxed’. According to one teacher I was the following:
An only-child, therefore:
a spoiled brat.
Anti-social and unable to make friends.
Didn’t mix with other children.
I have to point out this assumption was made BEFORE I joined her class. Before she new me. Before she had a chance to talk to me. This teacher had the cheek to say this, or words to this effect, to my parents.
After all; it was a fair assumption, was it not?
I was an only-child and all only-children are the same. Exactly the same. No room for personality or individuality.
Here is what I am actually like:
Yes I am an only-child.
I was never spoiled, unless you count being spoiled with love and affection (I suspect this is not what the teacher meant).
I love to talk, A LOT.
I have always found it easy to make friends and I have been fortunate to be surrounded by great friends who have stuck with me for years.
I do like my own company, but I also love the company of others.
On some occasions I can be shy (public speaking, arghh!). BUT, I am in no way an introvert. To prove my point I am a reporter for a newspaper, you cant do that job if you are an introvert!
Here is what I have to say to that teacher. I was just a child. I had a world of opportunities awaiting me. I could have been anything. With the right guidance – the right teacher – I could be anything I wanted. Surely that was your job? But instead you put me in a box, labelled me and filled me away.
What makes people automatically put people into boxes anyway?
Why do we have to fit a stereotype or be categorised in a certain way?
Why should we assume that someone is a certain way because of the colour of their skin, where they were born, what their sexual preferences are or what they choose to wear?
Why cant we just be ourselves? Individual. Unique. Special.
I am not square, so what makes you think I would fit into a box anyway?
I hate boxes.
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