Oh yes, I’m holding a grudge. It’s my favourite beverages and the thing I escape to in hard times. But it ruins life, family relationships and is even involved in deadly cancer for many. I don’t want my fathers addiction to be inherited by me, I’m not supposed to fall prey to this lovely poison.
So I’m doing my best to keep away, at least in my everyday life. It’s not worth it.
Note: I go in depth here about my family and our adversity history in terms of ethnic origins.
Yeah it might be a grudge but it’s both personal and cultural in nature, my roots and identity as a ethnic minority person in Northern Norwegian environment. I believe I might have been actually underestimated the influence of my far-Southern origins and cultural features in the way I really was treated by Northern culture children. My mother knew extremely well how her dialect accent was being made fun of being quite different. My father is Northern but different enough to be actually be victim of very severe bullying in childhood and youth in a stranger environment, they lived in same town and went to same high school (ungdomsskole and videregående skole) then they met in Tromsø and became partner with me as a result.
I’ve said many times about my other origins but I’m repeating it now. I’m of significant Sámi roots and Finnish, Kven, Reisende peoples as well as Scandinavian. I also have non-European origins like North African and different Asian ancestry, Arctic indigenous sometimes include in North/Eastern/Central Asian groups. I’m a mix of Norwegian cultures from far-Northern and far-Southern influence plus my ethnic minority background as well.
And I should not forget the autism spectrum condition as part of it, I’m different not only by culture but my mind works in different way from average NT perception and emotional regulation and depth. Most Asperger persons have some/a lot experience with bullying and feelings of being outsiders in the environments local to them/us.
So the bullying and feelings of being different are part of my heritage and identity, we are all just human beings even in our differences we are all equal in our humanity to others. There are no ‘wrong’ type people in my opinion and point of view. Okay so these are some aspects to the topic in question. I appreciate response to my writing, it helps me understand others better in terms of my expression and different perspective of many kinds of people.
Thanks for reading and listening to my writing here, I have a need for putting my feelings into written form. Have a wonderful night ❤
Myhistory; I was bullied and abused during my school years, undiagnosed moderate-severe Asperger syndrome, psychosis, the mood disorder and medical illness related to my control of the function of the body. Yes, I had these episodes at school where I couldn’t hold it anymore or the urge came too quickly and the results were visible on my clothes.
they called me names and I was much shorter so the bullies could successfully hold my things far above me. I usually hated going to school. I’m actually still somewhat afraid of tall children, but my cousins teenage daughter is extremely tall for her age and gender so I’m less fearful now. Many Asperger syndrome persons are often target of bullying because we are different from the others, in addition I have a type of schizophrenic mood disorder that affects every part of my mind states and emotional regulation.
I had an abusive teacher at one of my three different primary school. Yeah, we moved school three times part because of significant bullying. It was extremely difficult experiences. He used me in ways I cannot describe here. I don’t trust people the same way after these horrible things happening to me at nine years old. I’m getting help now for my childhood adversity history, so it’s part why I write about this now.
These are some sentences in North Saami and Finnish languages, my ancestors were native Finno-Ugric language speakers. They tried to stop our cultural features but here we are in 2025 very proud of our ethnic diversity in all forms.
Eahket lea nuorra, eallin lea issoras. Mun in bala máilmmis, ii oktage sáhte bissehit mu. Ilta on nuori, elämä on ihanaa. En pelkää maailmaa, kukaan ei voi minua pysäyttää. (The evening is young, life is wonderful. I am not afraid of the world, no one can stop me.)
Sii eai nagodan billistit mu. Mun lean ain dáppe, in goassege vuollán. He eivät kyenneet murtamaan minua. Olen yhä täällä, enkä koskaan luovuta. (De klarte ikke å knekke meg. Jeg er fortsatt her, og gir aldri opp.)
My astrology: I’m a 12th house Sun, Mercury and Chiron. Born in late summer shortly after sunrise. (I’m the Lioness Maiden!) the Leo or Virgo Rising/Ascendant sign. Double Virgo in Western tropical astrology. In some other systems I’m a quad Leo. A quadrupleLeo! Moon within 4th house in Scorpio or Sagittarius. Moon closely aspects my Pluto and Saturn. Saturn within 6th house in Aquarius, Mars + Jupiter in Libra sign within 2nd house. The extremely close Uranus/Neptune conjunction in Capricorn of early 1990s within 5th house. Venus in Cancer sign in 11th house. Pluto in Scorpio is exactly opposite my Taurus Midheaven/MC so it’s in my deep roots in transformation and healing process. Chiron (in Leo sign) is the mythology wounded healer and my Sun/Mercury conjunction aspects these symbols in 12th house.
So I’m wounded inside and feelings of hurt deep within, traumatic memories and the old times thinking kicks in when triggered by teenagers or blond hair adult men. I’m uncomfortable around being alone with male persons, even very good natured mental-health workers I feel unsafe.
My Scorpio traits are interesting, one of the worst bullies I’ve met was a Sun/Pluto conjunction in Scorpio sign. I disliked her intensely and thinking of her makes me feel hurt and wounded inside.
I was ashamed of my medical conditions and different way of being, I didn’t know of my autism spectrum disorder until 2010. I’m very interested in astrology partly because it helps Asperger syndrome person understand better how others mind is working together with our own basic perception and perspectives.
Yeah, I like drinking. I’m trying to stop using this substance as my preferred escape methods from memories and emotional pain. It’s also expensive. But I’m just drinking cold beverages with caffeine in right now it’s a Battery Exotic Fruit. Sometimes I feel like drinking a whole large bottle of Bacardi Razz in one evening. But then I decide not act on that very destructive impulse 🫂💙
But in the end I’m happy with life as it is, we cannot change the past. I’m thankful for this gift of life I’ve been given, no matter what happened to me or family members. I am a survivor, and with strong Finnish fighter spirits as part of my core values. We need true freedom inside us. To feel like we can move on in our world. The person hurt the most by grudges is the self. The persons own well-being and health.
We all are good enough for living here on planet Earth and it’s important to remember:
Grudges. Maybe I do, or it’s not really used to describe for this type of events. I will not let people get away with child abuse or cruel behaviour. Maybe that’s not the correct feeling, but that’s how I feel currently. And I don’t give a flying fuck. I’m fine now, just drinking some Burn energy drinks.
And Children of Bodom with In Your Face
(I enjoy this track and I love this Finnish metal band especially because of this track and also Are You Dead Yet)
I’m fucking up my head with memories of my Nordic appearance blond male primary school teacher that abused me in 3rd and 4th grade. I think that is maybe isn’t usually what people mean by grudges, but it’s a part of me always as just background noise. I’m not revealing much about this other than what I’ve written before. He told me the kids would stop bullying me if I did what he wanted. He also called me a bad girl so many times I could not help believe it at age eight or nine years old. He always used me after I had some type accident during gym class or recess, likely because I was especially vulnerable then. I resisted him once and then he was physically violent with force. This was in first half 2003, but soon after the summer break that school year I had moved somewhere else. Don’t ask why I didn’t report this to anyone.
So I’m honestly feeling very hurt and wounded inside sometimes. But I still don’t think about it at all much, it gets to this point only when I try to explain in writing to someone that’s outside my situation in 2002. I don’t talk about this anywhere else either. Sorry this was kind of (or very) heavy, but so was the question. At least it’s heavy enough for me writing about that abusive blond Nordic teacher. He isn’t in my life anymore and good is that! (Og godt er det!)