Name calling: Name-calling can put people down; sometimes, for a very long time.
By emptychair
@innertalks (23734)
Australia
May 6, 2020 9:48pm CST
Sometimes, a name called to someone, will stick with them for all of their lives, causing pain for them, as which happened here, in my story.
Be careful of calling people names.
When John's mother was just a three-year-old girl, she had an unfortunate accident, and she dirtied her pants.
Her old, cranky, Welsh grandmother was there, and she called out loudly, contemptibly to Frances, the mother, to come in and to see what this filthy little maggot has done
Jocelyn, John's mother, apparently remembered this incident of name-calling of herself, for all of her long life.
When she was 93, and when she was dying of cancer, a similar incident happened. She had stomach cancer, and she could no longer control her bowels then either.
She had a bowel movement in her bed, and John's sister, her carer, was left to clean it all up.
Jocelyn, looked sadly at her daughter, and she said,
"I am really a filthy little maggot again now, aren't I, dear."
This name-calling of herself, when she was only three years old had stayed with her for ninety years.
John's sister told him about this event.
She also mentioned how many times during her life, their mother, had mentioned this story about that cranky old Welsh Grandmother, of hers.
It was often in her mind.
How sad is that?
What harm does name-calling really do to others, and to ourselves?
Your correct name matches who you are, and a wrong name, given to you by a name-caller, does not.
You can often carry this mismatch with you all of your life, if you cannot get past the non-truth of this non-name which has labeled you something, and which has stuck with you, because you do not feel that your real name really fits you, or that you were good enough to own it, not your nickname, or name- called name.
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John's mother, not long before she died, of cancer.
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@innertalks (23734)
• Australia
7 May 20
Yes, John's mother was always so seemingly happy, and carefree, but sometimes, this is a mask, of some other underlying pain that they are carrying with them, as it was here.
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@marguicha (230334)
• Chile
7 May 20
@innertalks Just imagine! To carry a burden since she was 3 years old.

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@innertalks (23734)
• Australia
7 May 20
@marguicha Yes, very sad this. That's why I wrote it up as a story here.
I felt so sad when I heard this true story from someone. I changed the names, and wrote it as a short fiction piece.

@Shiva49 (28366)
• Singapore
19 May 20
Everyone remembers something nasty that others had done to them.
I recall a few thoughtless comments that shook me while I was quite young and could not stomach.
I have to thank my parents that they were understanding and knew we all had different abilities and passions.
After becoming an adult, I became adept in accepting the quirks of others behavior but I was vulnerable like others when I was still young.
I take care with my words as once they are out of my mouth, can I put them back? The damage is done and leaves a mark especially on those who take them to heart - siva
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@innertalks (23734)
• Australia
20 May 20
Yes, especially so if it is our parents who call us these names.
Some of the names that my Dad called me still sting me too, to this day.
He described me as, "schizoid, autistic, without natural affection, a mind of jelly, suffering from creeping paralysis, having no spatial perception, devoid of love."
to name just a few of the ones that he used on me.
He had pet names for my other brothers too.
One was Mussolini, one was Tojo, and I was Hitler.
No wonder that I have been trying to understand what love is all of my life now, and that I am always writing about it here.
I never got any from my father.
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@innertalks (23734)
• Australia
21 May 20
@Shiva49 My father was very tough, and an angry man, bitter, cynical, and resentful, always, thinking that people were out to get him, he was always on the defensive, in his early years, but he did mellow a bit in his later years.
My mother was the opposite, a pleasant, joyful, loving person.
Just imagine, if I had had a mother like my dad was too...lol...
The non-modern type are usually rigid, and fixed in their old school ideas.
Some of these ideas are good, of course, but others need to be flushed down the drain, with the bathwater, as not appropriate for today.
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@Shiva49 (28366)
• Singapore
20 May 20
@innertalks That was not fatherly love Steve, I am sorry to hear that.
Maybe, he had some disappointments that he could take out only on his children though he did love them. He would have regretted his approach though felt no need to apologize later.
My father was not a modern type sort of a friend with children but was concerned about our welfare.
He was anxious that we stood on our own feet as early as possible and became independent.
I was happy to invite him and mother after I got married to spend some time with me.
My parents made few visits to Indonesia and Singapore too.
My son too invited us and also accompanied us on our trips to London, Paris, Amsterdam and Rome when we visited him in London. As he was born after fourteen years of our marriage, our lives centered around him till he became an adult. We traveled with him few times to Australia and other countries - siva
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