No hiding place

Anti bullying week is finished now, but here’s more about the bullying I received from other disabled children at ‘special’ boarding school:

I passed the eleven plus,
Alone, of my peers.
‘Professor’ they called me.
That was all.
Well, no, not really, not all.
No longer friends but
Traps, waiting to be sprung
Without warning.
No escape in boarding school.
Now a watchful, guarded child,
Expecting ambush.
Suspicious, mistrustful:
No wonder I had no friends.


About lorrainegradwell

Active in the disabled peoples' movement since the early 80's, stepping back a bit now but still speaking up and still looking for independence and an end to discrimination.
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