Reading through my diaries has told me so
much. Including, just hard how hard it is to be a teenager. They seem so full of adolescent angst. That
actually does not seem to stop even as I entered my late teens. Interspersed
with total annoyance of my self-obsession there is also growing compassion
for the younger me.
Most adults don’t realise just how helpless
the young are. Many, many entries in my diaries concerned missing the school
bus from Limavady to Dungiven where I lived. This was totally outside my
control as teachers would invariably keep the class in until I missed the last
bus available to me. I ended up racing across the school playground desperately
trying to catch the departing bus. Many times I took risks racing across the
road to get the waiting bus before it departed. On one occasion I was hit by a
car and ended up being flung across the road onto the pavement. The thing that
upsets me now over 40 years later is there was absolutely nothing I could do
about the situation. There was no other
bus and I had no choice.
There was also a boring self-preoccupation
and self-consciousness that appears throughout all the diaries. Recording my weight
was a weekly affair carefully recorded in capitals. So what reflections do I
have on all these diaries so far.
Listen to the young. Hear their despair. It
is real and it is potent. Every single adult who took time to show kindness and
a listening ear was a game-changer. If you knew the anguish and self-doubt most
teenagers are consumed with you would understand so much more about their behaviour
and mindset. Don’t be in a hurry to judge and if they have nine bad qualities
and one good be sure to tell them about that one vital quality that they have
acquired.
There are a few exerts from my dairies that
give a flavour of those intense days.
My first desired career was as a forester. I couldn’t because I was a girl (I was told). But I kept the leaflet. Still there over forty years
later.
Boredom was a perennial enemy as this entry indicates.
June 21
June 21
“Today is Monday and today was just a
normal boring Monday. Nothing happened, nothing exciting was said and nothing
exciting was done. I am boring person in a boring life in a boring place.”
June 26,
“Did a lot of stamp arranging. I evaluated my stamps. It’s a nuisance. I want to stick a lot in but I have no stamp hinges.”
“Did a lot of stamp arranging. I evaluated my stamps. It’s a nuisance. I want to stick a lot in but I have no stamp hinges.”
27th January
“I am too fat. It’s a horrible thing to
realise but it’s a fact. My legs are horrible. They have no shape and at the
back they are positively repulsive. We went down the river in the boat. I lay
out like a bloated balloon in my swimming costume. Got back just before 8 o’clock.”
Despair was evident at times and dramatically spoken of.
Feb 15
“There comes a time when your pit of hope
just runs out and you quit. You just decide you’re not going to be hurt anymore
and stop caring.”
There were some successes. After playing chess with only my brother for
years my mum entered me in a chess competition for girls and I won and played
for the Irish team in international competitions. I remember feeling less useless but also
being freaked out by the stress of competitive chess. I stuck the newspaper cutting in my diary and my shyness is evident.
One entry consists of my writing Dam in
capitals for the entire 20 lines available for that particular date. Another has every bad word I could summon up and each is scribbled over the top of the others. I suspect much of adolescent life is like this. Full of self-doubt, being really sad at times, really mad quite often, self-critical to an appalling degree, occasionally really happy and often totally bored during it all.
Just look how you turned out to be Beautiful
ReplyDeletethanks... Mum xxoo have loved sharing these last two months with you
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