Invisible child

You might see this in a book shop, americans and and canadians probably Barnes and nobles, or if you’re not like me a fan of online shopping the link to amazon is attached at the beginning, however , if you’re like me ns when buying books you’re helping the environment where i brought the modern, royal cookbook by Tom Parker Bowles on awesome books. Awesome books where when you buy books you’re donating to a charity. https://www.awesomebooks.com/book/9781665597067/invisible-child

Now when you read my book, you might think what inspired me to write this book? Well During my childhood age 7 to 20 i didn’t have a great time i was bullied at age seven about being different, because they heard i came from Germany, I do not know what got through their heads but many of my classmates told me to go back to Germany we don’t want naziz’s or go back to my nazis friends.

The boys were brutal, pinching and punching me, kicking me underneath the table that it left bruises on my legs and hips, somewhere where i have always been stiff due to me suffering from arthritic pain from a young age. Dancing and gymnastics where always my biggest strength and hobby of mine.

Anyway taking you back to what my classmates a lot of people in school did to me, few girls calling me ugly, fatty fat, full moon, smelly, whilst i told you the boys where a lot more physical. Even poking me with sharp pencils again leaving marks, when i go to highschool all that stopped just dealt with natural teenage drama, i even felt a little heard i made three close friends to which i talked to today.

But when it comes to friends my father saw i spend most of my time at home reading books from school and school library or the public, local library books were definitely my first best friends they brought a sense of comfort in times so tough, where i was bullied. Becoming a school librarian in year 10 and year 11 also a prefect in year 11 brought out more confidence. For once, slowly, slowly i was seen in school, however, i was feeling a sense of invisibility still. Whenever i went to public events my sisters would still talk for me. I was never the popular one in school, the popular girl. If i was ever a mean girl to anyone please forgive me i was very insecure their and that’s it when you’re feeling insecure.

People who feel insecure of themselves tend to often be mean to others who are embracing their inner beauty and just being themselves. I am not sure if its what my auntie, my father’s only living sister felt , i cannot speak for her but her bullying me about my weight show how insecure she was about her own body. Her daughters probably looked up to her because she was there mother like i look up to my mother and paternal grandmother.

Again i am not in contact with the LGBTQIA charity but they have my support anytime, my auntie was brought up with my grandfather, a strict religious, islamic muslim father, who doesn’t believe in a same sex relationship and marriage. Since i have a more of a fair skinned, european voice when i try to read or speak Urdu or Punjabi, which i have received many compliments on how cute i sound. But my auntie took advantage of that and would often whenever i sat next to her she first when others are looking tickle me and pretend she was playing with me, but i knew i was fifteen years old turning sixteen still a child but there was always some uncomfortable feeling.

When we where alone, she would first tickle me as always the neck first and then down where i never really liked to be touched. She would squeeze my hand, kiss it and when i needed to go to the toilet that’s the only thing she let me go. But she would always tickle me or touch me between my thighs or stroke me where she shouldn’t be touching.

Whether you been bullied, sexully abused or like one of the characters in forced marriage domestic abuse, or been with a friend who never values you as a friend.

Invisible Child