Lazyandtalentless
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I remember my elementary school teacher being openly ableist and cruel. Whenever I struggled to understand something or got overwhelmed, she would make comments like, “Are you really this slow?” or “Maybe you should try harder like everyone else.”
She would make me read out loud in front of the class even though she knew I had trouble with it, just to watch me stumble over the words. When I got upset or shut down, she’d say, “Stop being so dramatic! No one has time for this.” The other kids would laugh and call me names, encouraged by how she treated me.
Her classroom wasn’t a place to learn; it was where I felt humiliated every day. She made sure I knew I wasn’t good enough and treated me like I didn’t belong there. Whenever I made a mistake, even small ones, she would roll her eyes or sigh loudly, making it clear to everyone how annoyed she was. Sometimes she’d even make sarcastic remarks like, “Well, I guess we’ll be here all day waiting for you to figure it out.” The other kids followed her lead, making me the target of jokes and whispers. I dreaded going to school because I knew I wasn’t going to get support or kindness, just more reminders that I wasn’t good enough for her or anyone else.
She would make me read out loud in front of the class even though she knew I had trouble with it, just to watch me stumble over the words. When I got upset or shut down, she’d say, “Stop being so dramatic! No one has time for this.” The other kids would laugh and call me names, encouraged by how she treated me.
Her classroom wasn’t a place to learn; it was where I felt humiliated every day. She made sure I knew I wasn’t good enough and treated me like I didn’t belong there. Whenever I made a mistake, even small ones, she would roll her eyes or sigh loudly, making it clear to everyone how annoyed she was. Sometimes she’d even make sarcastic remarks like, “Well, I guess we’ll be here all day waiting for you to figure it out.” The other kids followed her lead, making me the target of jokes and whispers. I dreaded going to school because I knew I wasn’t going to get support or kindness, just more reminders that I wasn’t good enough for her or anyone else.