Year seven hell

by Hayley
(Birmingham)

I left the last entry at the end of year six, and having suffereed a painful summer holiday. Next up was year 7 with a terrifying teacher for geography and maths. I knew how bad he could be, he had a habit of chucking rowdy kids across tables. He did it to my brother when I was in year 5, and action was taken. Apparently it didn't matter that his bag had caught me in the face which really hurt, I didn't matter.

The abuse was the same as always, when we were on our own, my brother would harass me for sex or to carry out sexual acts on him. It was sick, and I never wanted to do any of it. Unfortunately by then I had reconciled myself with the possibility that he wanted to "sleep with me" because he loved me, after all, wasn't that why mum and dad were together? At least when he refused it, I wouldn't get abused that day!

It was about christmas time in this year that I became unwell with my thyroid, I was getting bad grades and looking pretty lousy in general. Unfortunatley, it wasn't until February that anything got done. By this time I had had an ear bashing because my grades were bad, I had a bad reports, and my mother returned from a parents evening in a terrible mood as I was apparently "attention seeking" in French. My mum and dad would row which did get me down. It was about then that the bedwetting had started. My brother would offer to help me hide the fact at first, but there was always that dreaded question, ato which I never seemed able to say no.

Finally in February, after being on report, the school deputy head asked my parents when I last had my condition checked. I was subsequently pulled out of school and taken for a blood test. The results came back confirming the suspicions of Mrs. Mary B. I was indeed hypothyroid. The rest of the year went relatively well at school, my grades picked up dramatically and I was feeling better physically. Even the crazy Geography teacher started to realise that I wasn't that bad at the subject. After a rocky school year, July came around to mixed emotions. An summer to recover from being unwell, but more pain regularly at the hands of my brother. It was a bad year health wise, but I got through it. Next update the summer holidays trip to Portugal. Now I have the rest of the shift to contain my excitement for my first Psychodynamic counselling session. I have to go now as I have to help a patient