An ADD story. I took Bob Seay's framework and inserted my own key words.
|The Story of “ B “
Once upon a time, not so long ago, a delightful child was born.
There was nothing exceptional about this birth, except the same things
that make every birth exceptional. Her parents loved her very much,
and gave her a name which reflected how they felt about their
delightful, perfect daughter.
Like all delightful, perfect newborns, this child could not say her name
As she grew from infant to toddler, the name was still difficult for to pronounce.
This was OK- none of her little toddler friends could
pronounce it either. In fact, they mutilated the name in all kinds of
Her parents, reasoning that the child should have a name by which her
friends could call her, decided to call her by her initial. So, at age 2 and
a half, this delightful, perfect child with a name so aptly chosen for her
at birth was essentially renamed for the convenience of those around
Her new name was simply “B"
B grew and was soon ready to go to school. Her parents hugged her,
told her that they loved her, and put her on the bus.
Once at school, her teacher asked her what her name was. The little
girl, assuming that her teacher was probably no more articulate than
her little friends, simply said "My name is B", and she smiled,
remembering the name her parents had told her the B stood for and
how special it was.
The teacher didn't ask why she smiled, or what the B stood for, or
what the girl would preferred to be called. She simply repeated,
parrot-like, the single letter given by the child - B -and thought
more about the possible background of this unusual name.
After just a few days of being compared to all the other children in first
grade, and all the children in last year's first grade, and all the children
in the 20 or so years of first graders in this teacher’s career, B was
found to be unique. She didn't color in the lines as she should. She
She didn't behave as she should. Though she seemed to be bright enough,
very bright in fact, she seldom gave the expected and therefore the
"right " responses.
Her teacher decided that the B must have stood for "Bonehead". And
so, rather than thinking of the girl in a way that showed love, as her
parents had intended when they named their delightful, perfect
daughter, the teacher began to treat her according to the name she
had chosen for the girl:
By the end of first grade, B suspected that she had somehow been
"renamed", although she certainly couldn't verbalize such a concept
and she certainly would not have chosen the same B word for herself
the her teacher had. In fact, by this time, her parents and even the
little girl herself had begun to forget what the initial B had stood for in
the first place. So, when she went to second grade and the teacher
asked her name, the little girl, without smiling or remembering
anything more than just the information required to answer the
immediate question, simply said "My name is B".
Ahhhh..." the teacher thought. "This is B. This is 'Bonehead"'. And
she treated the girl accordingly.
After a few weeks, this new teacher had her own interpretation of the
initial. Of course, in the calls to the child's parents, or in the
conferences with the school psychologists, she still referred to the
little girl as B, but she began to treat B in a manner that was
consistent with this new, unspoken, name.
And so it went...year after year, teacher after teacher, each renaming
the child according to their own expectations...
Finally, one teacher looked into the eyes of this child and saw and even
deeper meaning of the single letter name. He had no idea of the
original meaning; he saw only what it had come to mean
Parents were called in. Psychologists were summoned. Formed were
filled out, signed and implemented.
There were more meetings...more plans... more frustration.... more nothing
All of the educational professionals agreed. All of the psych people
agreed. The Dept of Social Services agreed. This child was
obviously the victim of emotional abuse. "Bad Parents the
Professionals said, as if they were scolding a puppy for soiling the rug.
(Although, to their credit, they never said those hurtful words out loud.)
"Bad Parents" they said silently, a loud deafening silent name calling.
When they finally did speak out loud, they began to "explore" this
"The girl doesn't even have a decent name. No wonder her self-esteem
is so low."
Then, as if they hadn't already decided, each in their own mind,
exactly what the B stood for.
---Bonehead, Borderline Bored, Beyond Reach, Broken, Bizarre,
They asked the parents what kind of name was "B" for a little girl.
B's parents looked to the floor. They looked to each other. Together,
silently, they remembered the birth of their delightful , perfect little girl-
the little girl they had loved, the daughter they had named, and the
child they had apparently failed, Her Dad wiped away a tear and
Her name is Beauty
Notes I wrote this using Bob Seay's framework as a writing exercise and to help me cope with my new found diagnosis of ADD
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