Lily (Osako)
Everything all at once
- Jul 30, 2022
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I volunteered at a kids camp for the past few days.
During this time I met this little boy, around 10 years old, and I saw so many of us in him.
He came up to me sobbing, saying he didn't belong there, he didn't fit in, he was different and the other kids could see it, he wasn't cut out for this, that he was the worst kid there, and that there was no hope for him.
AT 10 YEARS OLD!
It ripped my heart in pieces.
He reminded me of being that young and realizing I didn't belong, that I was different.
I held him and let him cry. I didn't know what to say. Should I be honest and tell him I had always felt that way, too? Or should I try to make things seem like it's all okay and life is wonderful?
I decided not to say anything and just let him vent while I held onto him.
I told him I love him and that I'm so sorry he's hurting so bad and that if I could take it away for him, I would. I told him I thought he was wonderful and a beautiful person and a good and kind kid. That I understood how it feels to be sensitive and that it's okay.
I saw how the other kids treated him. They pretended to be nice when they saw I was watching, but shunned him when they didn't notice me.
I tried to find fun things to keep him busy but all he wanted was to fit in and play with the other kids.
I spoke with the camp counselor about it. She said she would take care of it and talk with his parents.
I told her I didn't want them to make him feel worse, to make him feel like even they think there is something wrong with him.
I was just at a loss as to how to help.
I was terrified of causing him more pain and distress.
I'm still worried I didn't do right by him.
During this time I met this little boy, around 10 years old, and I saw so many of us in him.
He came up to me sobbing, saying he didn't belong there, he didn't fit in, he was different and the other kids could see it, he wasn't cut out for this, that he was the worst kid there, and that there was no hope for him.
It ripped my heart in pieces.
He reminded me of being that young and realizing I didn't belong, that I was different.
I held him and let him cry. I didn't know what to say. Should I be honest and tell him I had always felt that way, too? Or should I try to make things seem like it's all okay and life is wonderful?
I decided not to say anything and just let him vent while I held onto him.
I told him I love him and that I'm so sorry he's hurting so bad and that if I could take it away for him, I would. I told him I thought he was wonderful and a beautiful person and a good and kind kid. That I understood how it feels to be sensitive and that it's okay.
I saw how the other kids treated him. They pretended to be nice when they saw I was watching, but shunned him when they didn't notice me.
I tried to find fun things to keep him busy but all he wanted was to fit in and play with the other kids.
I spoke with the camp counselor about it. She said she would take care of it and talk with his parents.
I told her I didn't want them to make him feel worse, to make him feel like even they think there is something wrong with him.
I was just at a loss as to how to help.
I was terrified of causing him more pain and distress.
I'm still worried I didn't do right by him.