In fourth grade, it was terrible. My teacher would be grumpy and she would yell at us a lot. Whenever she called on me I couldn't speak. I couldn't utter a single word. I just froze, it felt like fear grabbed me by the neck and closed off my breathing, hid my voice. She would always get mad at me. Eventually I was given a white board. I was told to use it, even though I hated it. It just made me look weaker, different. I didn't want to stand out more than I already did. There was one day that I can never forget. I was supposed to raise my hand, but the fear held my hands in place. Heads turned to look at me as I shook, panic taking over. My teacher yelled at me, called me an attention seeker. I cried. I haven't cried in school for so long but she snapped me. It hurt, hearing her words. It stung. The worst part was, no one did anything. They sat there, and just stared.
Not all teachers are like this, however. Some do get you, I had one in 7th grade who understood I wanted to work alone rather than partners. He understood if I wanted to present during a different time, just me and him, maybe my friend too.
But every teacher is different. I've had my share of bad teachers and good teachers. Some teachers just don't get it...
Yet...
Some do. And that's what matters.
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Not Just Shy
RandomSelective mutism isn't something that's fake or made up. It's a real thing that not many people know about. I never knew until I was told I had it. This is going to have some experiences I have had, and maybe or poem or two. But just renember this...
