Discovering my creative gift and its capability to bring relief from school bullies.
In the second part of my mini series “Firestorms”, I would like to share with you how through creativity, I was able to find some relief from the school bullies. Do check out Part 1 if you missed it.
Whether it be a natural ability to draw and paint, or create the perfect symphony from a beat, or even the ability to sculpture clay into a masterpiece. I believe that each of us are gifted with some form of creative ability and the purpose of these gifts, is to help us to fulfill the direction in life we were destined for.
I was born into a family serving in the Royal Air Force where I naturally developed a love for aviation. Through the desire to express my love for all things flying, I discovered my passion for creating images.
Times of trial and torment
When I was integrated into mainstream secondary education, I would witness my first real taste of how downright cruel and callous bullies could be towards the vulnerabilities of my disability and also each other. Now don’t get me wrong, I made some fantastic friends who really helped the integration period be so much more manageable, but let the truth be told, integration into mainstream education from the protected environment for children with physical disadvantages was so much more easier said than done. In the beginning, it was ugly! I felt like I had been dropped into a war zone where for a brief and short lived period of time, I was a target for many firebombs of verbal abuse.
Near the beginning of the integration period I found that my desire to be creative had the capabilities of extinguishing some of the firestorms of torment ignited by the firebombs of verbal abuse, repressing the burning fury to a passable smolder, enabling me to escape the very worst of the high explosive destruction of demoralization and the devastating path of self doubt that such can lead to.
The great relief
The relief came during a French lesson when I was spotted by the teacher drawing in the back of my exercise book and I found myself in a spot of bother. Apparently the teacher had not noticed that my French exercise book contained more sketches and drawings of various flying machines, cars and Thunderbirds than it did French, and judging by his reaction, he did not approve of my creativity! As the teacher flashed my exercise book around the class in an attempt to set an example of what not to do, one of the ringleaders of the group of bullies who dished out much of the abuse saw what I had done too.
Word about my drawings seemed to spread around the school like wildfire. In all honesty I thought that was it! I was just waiting now for the next incoming barrage of verbal abuse and torment, and for it to escalate into a state of crisis. You can just imagine it can’t you! “School goof-ball spotted defacing his exercise book… ” And from there intensifying into a more explosive and destructive form of torment.
After the scolding from the Language teacher for the drawings in the back of my exercise book, the barrage of abuse that I was expecting never came (not from the bullies anyhow) , miraculously it seemed like all of a sudden, for that day at least! I was the new favorite person to be around and I found myself amongst the most capable of school bullies who had the ability to target their hatred right where it hurt the most, but this time I was not receiving abuse, but rather praise and acceptance and a genuine interest in my creative gift.
To this day I am still able to draw the Thunderbirds from memory, I guess it must be the result of all the practice I had in that French exercise book. Below are some pieces of Thunderbird Fan Art that I created last year in 3D Lightwave