Mom got me into counseling right away, wanting to make sure that she wouldn't lose her baby girl. I seemed to adjust well from the move, happy to be able to spend time with Danielle and Nicole, my friends who lived next door to us. Mom had gotten me into a school that wasn't with them, but she was positive that I would do fine during my sixth grade year.
My counselor was a wonderful woman. Her looks reminded me a bit of Sue, but her personality was completely different. She was a sweet woman with a flair for having fun. She didn't make us stay in the office for counseling sessions. Instead, she would take me out to eat or go for ice cream. Sometimes we would just walk around.
She began to notice a habit that was worrying my mom. Mom wanted it gone before I started school because she knew kids would make fun of me.
(Author Note: I'm seriously going to try and explain this without getting too graphic. So please, just try and understand this as best you can.)
Some people have nervous habits, like biting their nails or pulling at their hair. But my habit seemed to be a little stranger than normal.My clothing caused me to feel suffocated.I still get that way sometimes with other areas, such as my arm if I keep it bent too long. The skin goes together and it feels like it will never be okay if I don't do something.
Mom recognized this as a sign of sexual abuse, and the counselor agreed. The counselor sat me down each day I saw her, reminding me that everything was fine, that my body wasn't doing anything strange, and that I didn't have to do my habit to feel better. As I went through the sessions, I found myself easing out of the habit, getting comfortable with myself again.
By the time I finally started the sixth grade, things had looked up. My habit was gone and, scared as I was, I was excited to start school in California. My first day was scary, I sat at a table in class with people I had never seen before, and found myself alone for most of the day. Kids seemed so close and together, that I felt that they would never accept me.
At lunch, I sat quietly at the very end of the table we all sat at, eating my lunchables without saying much. I listened as the kids talked and laughed. I found myself sitting alone as the kids played, just watching them from afar. They were playing a game I had never seen before. It was much like the wall ball we played back in Utah, but the differences were big enough that I stayed put.
The ball rolled over in my direction and the kids finally saw me sitting alone. Some of the girls came walking up, smiling at me. My heart almost cried when they asked me to come and play with them. I declined from the game, saying I didn't know how to play, but they pulled me over to show me the rules of the game. So I watched, and smiled.
All the while, my counselor was doing everything in her power to help me out. I even got a chance to meet her husband and he gave me some henna tattoos. They were beautiful, and I felt so special to have them. All my new friends at school thought it was the coolest thing they had ever seen.
The school began to do tests on me to check to see what my intelligence was like. But from this, I soon found myself back in the area where people didn't accept me and fear grew strong. Only this time it wasn't family or friends, it was the principal. How it changed my life:this principal seriously urked me! GRR! and u'll see why soon. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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I am glad your new counsellor helped you get through some hard times! she seems really nice 
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