Friday, May 23, 2003

this is a contribution from someone I work with and wishes me to share....bhp

from thur hart
i wark into thur rum for Pips sesion and feel that this is thur onle place to unberdin my heart and let uthers now how i am feling deep down inside ov mi hart.
but ther is a problim, i find it hard to comunikate with uthers, as thur pepil seem to alwaes interrupt or start cawling me names like shorty or midgit and then i cannot lok into thier faces as i want to cri. but i canot kri here or mi life wood be made unberible.
this is thur resin that i find it hard to make frends.
but i so depiritley want them to no how i am feling when thae act like thae do towards me. i find it hard enuf to tork let alone rite about what i am feling as i am dislexic and when uthers make fun ov me i do not fel gud about miself.
i fel worthlis and not akseptid for hwo i riely am.
Pip keps teling me that i am a biutifil humin persin but it is dificilt to c that when i have this in mi face each and every dae!
                                                    Raheelah Al-Abdul-Aziz