It was painful not to be included and I learned to feel less important than others because I could not figure out why others scorned me. To this day I still do not completely understand why it was like that, but every now and then I get glimpses into how I must have been perceived by my young classmates.
Denial was my favored mechanism for handling the painful feelings associated with being scapegoated. I never talked about it or admitted this failure to assimilate with my peer group, even to my parents. It was embarrassing. I went through 5 years of both subtle and not so subtle ostricizing in my early grade school years because I never dealt with the teasing directly and it became a habit with our class. Unfortunately for me, I was with the same group of kids 1st grade through 5th grade.
Even though I was in denial of the problem and therefore never found a solution, I did gain strength from the unacknowledged pain I suffered. To this day, I do not let other's lack of favor with me influence my decisions in life. I know that even though I don't like it, I have a huge tolerance of others' negative opinions toward me and I'm not subject to manipulation by the withholding of approval, a natural tactic I've seen folks use.
But on the flip side of that, I've had to be very careful not to follow every person who offers their approval. When people act like they like me, the tendency is to want to keep that going. And, humorously, I've learned throughout the years, that there are some who I am better off NOT looked upon with their favor.
I think what may have happened those many years ago is that a tiny seed was planted as they can be with most everyone in their youth. People get picked on in those grades and everyone has his/her day. But what made it different for me was my denial of the situation. The denial, itself, allowed the seed to take root and grow into an ugly situation because I ended up camping out in it.
I'm on Facebook with many of those kids from those early years and they are all good people and there is no one I can say was a bad kid growing up. And I bet if I asked them "why" they would probably be as confused as I was about what the answer might be :)




