We have a group and we call it, In-Group. What does In-Group actually mean? In sociology and social psychology, an ingroup is a social group to which a person psychologically identifies as being a member. By contrast, an outgroup is a social group with which an individual does not identify with. The Famous Experiment by Jane Elliot Iowa teacher, […]
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“You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.”Eleanor Roosevelt “When you say “yes” to others, make sure you aren’t saying “no” to yourself.”Paulo Coehlo When you get stuck in the habit of trying to please other people pretty much all the time then it can…
“Just because you can’t empathize as expected, does not mean you can’t empathize. Every attempt at empathy is empathy.” Prionka Ray talks about empathy (the ability to understand and see things from someone else’s perspective) @ the Ted Ed @Nygh 2017. Emphasising the importance of empathy in our everyday life, she shared about her own Empathy journey to 400 teens. She was a panelist-speaker at the event, addressing 400 teens.”
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(The following is a Teen Talk contribution)
People talk about stereotypes. They label students as smart or stupid, and somehow we all assume that only the stupid label hurts. It’s not true!
I am stereotyped as smart. Parents, teachers and peers believe that I will top my exam. No one understands the pressure that it gives me: pressure to perform, pressure to never show my weakness, and pressure to never relax. Once my marks dipped and since then, my pressure has increased even more. I have lost confidence and I get panic attacks. I have even hurt myself physically to overcome the anxiety and stress. I wish people stop labelling, and allow us to be human… allow us to make mistakes. I wish people don’t just look at you and put you in to a box that says, nerd, geek, flirt, stud, stupid, smart, b*** etc., etc., etc. We are people and not things that can be labelled.
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Teen Voice #2
Sana shares her story in an attempt to heal, in an attempt to tell others like her that they are not alone and in an attempt to raise awareness on issues usually swept under the carpet.
“Last March, I tried to kill myself. I was exhausted and desperate, searching for an escape from the gray plains of my depression. At the time, swallowing pills seemed like the only way to muffle the voices that reverberated within my head — the ones that whispered about how worthless I was. The doctors told me I was lucky to be alive.
It is easy to give into that hopeful narrative; to hide underneath a candy-coated veneer of happiness; to nod and smile and agree that yes — I am doing so much better, thank you for asking.
“I’m not lying,” I tell my dad over Skype. “I’m all right, I promise.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” I insist, whenever she calls. “More than fine, actually. I’ve been doing great.”
In truth, I still cling to depression like the threadbare baby blanket I drooled over when I was four. Every now and then, I even find enjoyment in the modicum of companionship that it provides. Depression dulls the sharp edges of my world — soothes my frayed, tattered nerves in the instances when I forget how to simply be. I may be better, but I am not fine — and I am certainly not great. As much as I want to conclude this narrative on a note of cautious optimism, recovery is not a linear progression. My obstacles are not easy to overcome; I am not a fictional character who emerges on the other side as a stronger, wiser version of herself.
I’m not all right. I am, however, learning to accept the complexities of my illness by navigating its rough-hewn landscape. I am learning that what is familiar is not always healthy, though it does provide a fragment of comfort. I am learning that my ability to endure does not make me brave — just tired.
I am learning that I’m not okay — not yet, maybe not ever. I am learning that all sad stories do not have happy endings. And I am learning how to live with that.”
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