Today, I was going to write about abortion. Instead, I'm going to talk about the effects of gossip. After writing the Fox's introduction, I was thinking about those days. In the pictures, I look really happy. I look like I'm having a really good time. In truth, I was desperately happy. Any time that was good was fleeting. Here is my story. I hope that it helps someone rethink that gossip they're planning to share. Perhaps, it will encourage you to teach your children not to gossip.
When I was 17, I joined the Navy. Prior to that, I suppose I had been very sheltered. It was during boot camp that I was introduced to cattiness and gossip.
Before the birth of my 3rd child, most of my friends were guys. That's just the way it was. I have always been a tomboy and never felt comfortable around women. I now feel more comfortable around women, but I am still less shy around men. I understand how they think. I have a harder time with women. Perhaps it's all the extra testosterone I have coursing through my body.
Anyway, I didn't make a lot of female friends in boot camp. The friends that I did make were a bit unconventional. I was naive, young, and very intelligent. I was lazy, and thought I was better than everyone else. I was also more comfortable talking to the guys than the gals and apparently, the gals took this as flirting. From what I have learned in the last 15 years, any talking done between a woman and a man can be classified as flirting by another woman. I was classified as a slut. Although, how I could be a slut when I was not alone with a male for the entire 2 months I was there, I don't know. By the time boot camp was over, I was just tired of being there and ready to be gone. They say that you make friendships that last a lifetime in boot camp. All I did was learn that I didn't want any female friends.
So, I went to San Diego for training. I still did not have a clue what was going on. By the end of the first two weeks I had managed to alienate almost my entire class of 20 students. Again, I'm not sure how I did it. I do know that I am a touch-feely person. I come from a touchy-feely family. When I joined the Navy, I found that men were more than willing to wrap their arm around my waist while we talked, while women didn't want to touch other women. In all honesty, I never felt that these men were hitting on me. They treated me like I was their little sister. However, apparently, that is not how the other women saw it. I do hesitate to call any of us women. Looking back at it, even those who were ten years older than me acted like little girls.
One day, I was standing at the watch desk writing something down. I have no idea what. I had borrowed a pen from the guy on watch and stuck it in my mouth. There was a girl standing there, whom I had never even seen before, and she said, "I can't believe you're letting her put that in her mouth. You don't know where her mouth's been." My jaw just dropped. I was shocked. Quite frankly, I am a mostly nice person. It would never dawn on me to be so rude. I had always believed that people were mostly nice. This just continued throughout my tech school. The weekend before we graduated, everyone in the class except me went to the beach. I didn't even know they were going (including the instructor) until I saw the pictures taken by one of the 2 friends I had in my class.
You remember that by the time I left boot camp, I was just ready to leave? Well, by the time I left A School, I was ready to leave life. I had been gossiped about (still don't know what they were gossiping about), shunned, and raped. I was suicidal. I actually attempted to commit suicide, but a guy caught my shirt as I was jumping out the window. He explained to me in no uncertain terms that regardless of what I thought of my life, my mother would not appreciate me dying. This is what kept me alive for over a year.
When I went to that love boat, I discovered that the pain could just go on and on and on. Again, I am assuming the reason for the animosity was because I got along better with men than women. It didn't help that there were 100 people on board my ship and only 20 of them women. I was the youngest person on board that ship by a matter of 6 years to the next youngest-and he was a young civilian seaman. The next youngest woman? She was 10 years older than me. The women didn't want to be my friends. As a matter of fact, when I started to make friends with one of the girls, they transferred her out of my watch and actually told me it was so that we wouldn't become friends. Since we weren't on the same watch rotation, we rarely had time off together. So, I made friends where I could. Unfortunately, I was again labeled things that I will not even begin to repeat.
What is sad, is that these labels became a self fulfilling prophecy. You call someone a slut long enough and after a while, she just won't care if she is one. After all, when you are barely keeping yourself alive, whether or not you're sleeping around doesn't matter to you. Interestingly, these women were also sleeping around. Unfortunately, they were married. But, I can honestly say, that these women thought I was sleeping with a lot more people than I was.:) However, I was miserable. When we pulled into port, I found the nearest bar, got drunk, and was back in bed by 10. I was not really a partyer. Rather, I was looking for solace in a bottle.
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On my 19th birthday, I drank my last drink. I realized that I was drinking for all the wrong reasons. It didn't make my life any better. But, it was the first step on a long road to healing.
I spent a lot of time in the engine room talking to a couple of the engineers. I think one of the reasons I was not well like by the Navy women is that I haunted the civilian work spaces and learned all kinds of things. I like working and was totally bored by my job. So, I learned about everyone else's job. In the process, I made some really good friends, most of them "old" men. I say old because to an 18 year old, 50 is old. They all treated me like their daughter/granddaughter. One of them even took me home with him to meet his wife, go fishing, and babysit his kids (I really missed children). I digress. One of the engineers became a really good friend. To this day, I see him as father figure. I haven't seen him in 11 years, but that is beside the point. One day, we were standing outside a bar in Chania, Crete. I was complaining bitterly about what a horrible person I was. He took me by the hand and led me all around town while we talked. Finally, he led me to a break wall by the sea. He told me to look out over the water. This is what he said, "You see the ocean? It is wild. You see how it breaks against the rocks? It is challenging the rocks. But, it is still beautiful. That is you. You are wild. You challenge everything. But, inside, you are beautiful."
I will never forget that night. It really changed my life. It was very hard to build emotional reserves while in the midst of the storm. But, I held onto that nugget and my life started to change. I can now look back on those days without a lot of remorse. For years, I hated what I had done during those times. Now, I love the person that I am. I know that if not for that trial by fire, I would not be the strong woman I am today. However, I wish that that young, naive, impossibly hopeful, dreamer had not had to come crashing down quite so drastically.
I want other young women to not have to learn this like I did. When it all started, I just wanted to be every body's friend. That was the type person I was. By the time it ended, I trusted no one. It is still hard for me to trust. When I don't get included in something, I feel like the person must not like me. I have to take a moment and remember that these people have known each other for years, and it is hard to remember to call the new girl. Yet, it hurts. I don't think that 15 years ago, I would have even noticed. I don't think I will ever again not notice.
So, ladies, go out today and say something good about someone. Teach your daughters to say good things about people. Teach your sons to encourage their female compatriots to say something good. Speaking ill of someone can have detrimental effects. It could have killed me. It did kill this 13 year old girl.
While the Wolf was off gallivanting around the Pacific, the Fox was being a wonderfully good girl in high school.
Nope, no time.
None at all.
Study, study, study.

The Fox can't figure out why. After all, all they ever did was work, work, work.
And no play, ever.
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