Are you rubber or glue?
July 8th, 2008 by Treena ShapiroTry to teach a three-year-old to say “I’m rubber, you’re glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.”
It’s a pretty complex retort for children at an age when they’re considered average if they can string five words together into a sentence.
Chances are, they’re going to end up on the sticky side of the insult.
But isn’t that really they way it is? We tell our kids – tell ourselves even – that sticks and stones will break our bones but words will never hurt us, but words do hurt.
Still, don’t we all have embarrassing moments that will stick with us forever? Bullying on the playground. Frankness from a friend. Teasing from a sibling who knows how to get at your vulnerabilities.
Physical injuries fade, but sometimes the words just rattle around your head forever.
Bloomberg.com just reported on a study that showed that more than four out of every 10 college students surveyed had experienced emotional, physical or sexual abuse, either before they entered college or while they were co-eds.
Much of that abuse was “emotional.”
Where’s the line on emotional abuse?
You can show off a fractured arm or blackened eye, but how do you reveal a broken heart or bruised psyche? How can you tell whether you’ve just been knocked down a peg or if your ego has taken a beating that it will be hard to recover from?
Is having your feelings hurt the same as being abused?
It’s disturbing to think that more than 40 percent of college students feel they have been abused in any way. They might be going through life stronger as survivors, but they also might have plummeting self-esteem or pent-up rage they’ll end up unleashing on someone else.
It’s much easier to see things clearly when there’s physical contact involved. You can teach your kids what’s appropriate touching and what’s not. There are laws written that define those guidelines.
Emotional abuse is something different. We teach our kids that they have to have tough skins. They have to be able to tolerate some teasing. They have to learn not to take derogatory statements to heart. We want them to know that they’re better than anything anyone could say about them, but how do we really equip them to have that strong a sense of self?
Are we just settng them up to start absorbing all the pain instead of setting up boundaries to determine when hurt feelings have become more than that? How do we teach someone to recognize that they’ve ended up in a relationship where they feel threatened, even though no hand has been raised in anger?
It’s troubling to think that so many children hit adulthood feeling that someone has not just hurt them, but abused them… and abused them in ways that parents might not have prepared them for.
Maybe we should stop teaching them to be rubber and help them figure out what to do when they end up being the glue.









July 8th, 2008 at 2:32 pm
Yikes. I agree with you Tree, how do we raise our children to allow them to get hurt, so that they can toughen up…but not so much that they are scarred and live life with painful memories of childhood? I know that for myself, I have had a tough childhood. I was painfully shy, always teased and my parents never made me feel good enough compared to everyone else (it’s cultural). On one hand, my experiences have made me who I am today. But on the other hand, I’m damaged goods. It took me all of my 20s to heal (I even majored in psychology to fix myself). Now that I have a kid, how do I help her become a strong person emotionally? I know there can’t be growth from no pain…but how much pain? I really don’t want her to experience any of it…but I know if I protect her too much, she’ll be worse off in the long run.
There is emotional abuse out there. I’m not sure about the islands, but kids can get taken away when they are emotionally abused by their caretakers…it is harder to prove though.
July 10th, 2008 at 8:00 am
i’ve always been overweight and i can remember back to as young as 8 years old being teased about it. as an adult, i’m still overweight, but have a wonderful husband who makes me feel beautiful no matter what. my parents did their best to teach me to “ignore” then other kids or that i’m “ok just the way i am” but like you said every once in a while i’ll have a childhood memory pop into my head and it still hurts. you gotta chalk it up to kids being kids…and just be the best parents you can be so that the kiddies grow up knowing they’re awesome!