Selwyn Warren

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  • Опубліковано 11 вер 2019
  • Here is Selwyns story, thank you so much for sharing and spreading the message of hope ❤️
    I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to meet you❤️
    Selwyn Warren, Brighton, England
    Growing up in the UK in 1970s wasn’t easy. There was no real idea of kids having emotional needs apart from being fed, clothed and watered. My parents both worked hard as teachers at a time when teachers were paid a pittance. In my house hold television was the main source of entertainment. My brother was away at boarding school and left when he was 18. Our thirteen year age gap meant that I never really got to know him. Living in the country I was very isolated, my best friends being the neighbour’s cat and my own dream world. The large garden was somewhere to escape from the intensity of life. My father, although being a very sensitive man would sometimes turn his powerlessness into aggression and my mother, for her own reasons, didn’t feel the need to protect me. My Father was raised in a time when sensitivity in men was mostly confused with weakness. The country was still in recovery from two world wars and human emotions weren’t top of the agenda.
    My years in education were difficult. Both schools were full of bullies (both staff and pupils). Junior school delights from age 4 and a half included being forced to write with my right hand, despite being left handed. Having my artwork laughed at in front of the class, being told to jump into a deep swimming pool with no float, being continually bullied for crying. Oh and the occasional caning or whack with a table tennis bat. Unfortunately for me I was an intelligent kid and was seen as a bit of a trophy so was pumped full of algebra and Latin from age 7. I used to live in fear of the place. I didn’t know what would happen from one day to the next, where the bullying would come from. I remember lying in bed at night praying to God to help me or even singing the occasional hymn in an attempt to gain some vague form of ‘forgiveness’.My lasting impression of the senior school was 800 boys all dressed in black uniforms calling each other by their surnames. Despite the state-run Grammar School system in England trying to be all-encompassing, this place was desperately trying to work as a public school and if you weren’t going to a top university or playing rugby you weren’t really valued. Any difference was frowned upon. Showing sensitivity or tears could be a disaster so one learnt to keep it hidden. Secondary school was essentially 6 years of crowd control and I was bored witless.
    I had a year of respite in sixth form to study at the local training college in subjects that I felt more passionate towards -Politics and Human Geography. Here I also managed to get to know a few women despite being very shy. I also remember the novelty of wearing different clothes. Looking back, I think the main damage had already been done by this stage. My first bout of depression or “low mood” was experienced at the age of 10 when I went totally within myself and was unable to connect with anyone. At 18, I felt very angry and struggled to make choices. I chose the first University course that looked vaguely interesting and the first woman who showed an interest in me. My self-esteem was very low and I didn’t feel that life was for enjoying.

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