What was your first day in school like?
Do you remember your first day in Kindergarten?
Do you think life for Rh negative children was easier when you grew up or do you think it is easier now?
What do you remember being your first impression of society?
I did not play well with other children .i was expelled for excessive aggressiveness
I was an attractive loner…
I was very selective of my playmates, preferring to watch others until I “felt” them out. Did not play well with others. I was fine by myself.
I was excited for school but when I got there nobody really liked me. I thought everybody was mean( because they were) and I didn’t understand why they didn’t wanna be my friend. Its much better being an rh- adult.
I haven’t been on here in a while, its already been a crazy year for me, so I’ve got to read all the posts I missed. BUT…I brought a gift! I found this accidentally and have not fact checked it. Anybody seen this before?..
https://rhnegativebloodsecrets.blogspot.com/2013/01/scots-may-be-directly-descended-from.html?m=1
good link – i hadn’t seen that study before
When I was three years old I complained to a tree that there were no other children to play with. In kindergarden when I was 4 years old I thought I had to explain the other children how to handle the clay we were supposed to mold by hand, my feeling was that they were very ignorant.
That last feeling stayed with me the rest of my life, I had a lot of explaining to do the last 70 years.
On the whole life was easier than for most people I came across.
Most people believe I am from another planet.
I was very well adjusted! My (rH neg) parents prepared me and I could already read write and draw in kindergarten (dad was a commercial artist). I was always teacher’s pet type kid, until middle school, lol. Skipped second grade after I was given an IQ test in the office.
Both my parents are Rhesus negative. They were independent minded and allowed me great freedom of expression, never forcing any kind of conformity. As a young child I was a leader, inventing games and adventures with other children following me, as my mother described, I was like the Pied Piper.
I was also fortunate to grow up in a very progressively liberal state and advanced school district, overseen by Stanford University, in Northern California, USA. I was well liked by other students and my sensitivities, originality, creativity and intelligence were recognized, appreciated and encouraged by teachers. In high school I was in advanced placement classes, and part of a group of friends who were considered avant-garde, especially in the creative arts and sciences — all of us distinct personalities, who appreciated each others gifts, differences and individuality.
I am very grateful for this as I am one who must stay true to myself, which has given me strength to stand my ground in what has increasingly become a conformist, ‘group think’ society. I feel if I were just growing up now, with so many pressures to conform, it would have been much different, as independence and free thinking are not always encouraged in today’s world, as it was in my youth — though I would still have been true to myself.
Now as an adult for decades, I am often referred to as “so different” as to be almost alien. This sobriquet does not bother me, its a badge of honor, a confirmation I remain connected to all my sensitivities and innate natural gifts derived from my Rhesus negative origins.
Mike; I wish you too could have experienced similar encouragement and acceptance in your childhood and youth. You exhibit a wonderfully curious and probing mind — looking for answers, solutions and discoveries. Here, you are much appreciated. Cheers, Catherine O.
I didn’t attend kindergarten as it was not available in the public school system where I live in until the late 60’s. Both of my parents have positive blood types. I’m 0- and an only child. I could count endlessly and until I grew tired, do simple math problems, count money, knew the alphabet, could read children’s story books, print and write in cursive my name and the names of my parents, aunts, uncles, and close cousins, tie my shoes, knew the phone numbers of all my family members who had phones, and take apart and reassemble the various things my father built by the time I was around 3.5 years old. I wasn’t a child who was born with the ability to read. My mother either taught me the things I knew or I learned by observing the things my parents did. However, my mother clearly wanted me to be an outstanding student. It’s a good thing that I loved to learn new things then and even now or she might have been sadly disappointment. Of course, I was bored out of my mind when I started into 1st grade. I not only felt very different from the other children because I already knew the things most were just beginning to learn but I missed the deadline by 3 days for being old enough to start school the year before. I was nearly a year older than some of my classmates which also made me the tallest kid in the class. I felt extremely awkward and out of place. I’ve never been shy and have always talked a lot; however, I just couldn’t communicate with those “kids” but I did enjoy talking with the teachers and they seemed to enjoy conversing with me. I do recall a time a few weeks after school started that my mother had to drag me into the school screaming and crying because I didn’t want to be there but can’t recall that it my not wanting to school had to do with any particular incident. I just didn’t feel like I belonged there. By the time I got through 2nd grade, SOMEONE suggested that I skip 3rd grade and go into 4th grade. Things started to balance out a little better. Assignments were still too easy but it was around that time that my athletic abilities started to be noticed. I played on both the junior (intended for 5th & 6th graders) and varsity (7th and 8th graders) girls basketball teams when I was in 4th grade. I was great at every sport that was thrown at me. I think sports provided me with the challenges and the competitiveness that I craved. I was good but because I was younger, there was always someone that was better. I STILL need to feel challenged or I get bored and depressed very easily. I was a well behaved child and well liked. I didn’t dislike my peers but always had nagging feelings that I was different from them and to be quite honest, felt that I knew something they didn’t. I STILL feel like that when I’m around other people and I’m 61 years old. Now that I’m retired and don’t have to be around people, I choose not to have any close friends. Have any of you ever felt like you already know people when you first meet them because you’ve already known someone like them before? So much that you already know what their interests are, the things they’re going to say, and how they’ll react to various situations? I do and I’m bored by that because they’re not new to me. I’m a friendly person and have lots of acquaintances but have no desire to have a “bestie” or feel that I need one.
“Have any of you ever felt like you already know people when you first meet them because you’ve already known someone like them before? So much that you already know what their interests are, the things they’re going to say, and how they’ll react to various situations?” … yes – it’s quite helpful, but i don’t like what i see/perceive/intuit often in others and so i also (among many other things & reasons) keep to myself nearly always now.
Hi Ken — Yes, this feeling of familiarity upon first meeting has happened often with people I like, and those where I really don’t like what I am intuiting and perceiving. In both situations I am always correct — though I sometimes don’t want to listen to my intuition if negative, because I want to find something to like about a person — that NEVER works out well. This immediate recognition is lovely when I feel a positive familiarity, and often I can tell if they feel it too.
I am also an only child, I think this allows me to feel completely comfortable being alone — I don’t think I ever feel lonely, now or as a child, because I enjoy my own company. This ability to enjoy being alone is something others can find incomprehensible, or even think strangely suspicious, since most people can become almost desperate if they are alone too long.
Our innate Rhesus negative ability to sense others energy and intuit their intentions is our gift. However, without developing discernment, our highly empathic nature can cause an overwhelming feeling of compassion, causing us to allow in negative people we cannot help, because they simply seek to use and take advantage of us. A hard won lesson I’ve now learned. Cheers, Catherine O
Hi Catherine – I believe Ken was quoting a part of my novella comment as well as confirming that he experiences the same upon meeting new people and chooses to be alone. I stated that I’m an only child. Ken might also be an only child but I don’t think he stated that in this thread.
I’m glad you responded because you described me perfectly. It took me several years to learn to pay attention to my instincts or gut because I, too, am definitely an empath. To be quite honest, I think it also took awhile for me to figure myself out. I was raised by a well meaning mother who taught me to smile at passersby and to like everyone I met. It was the Christian thing to do…she said. I could manage to pull the smile off but the energy/vibes I felt when meeting other children was another issue. It seemed the more unwilling I was to want to become playmates or hang out with those kids or young people, the more my mother felt compelled to push me towards them. In a lot of cases, they were the children of HER friends. I wasn’t rude and certainly not a bully to them but my mother could tell when I wasn’t enjoying being around them. Anytime that happened, I received a good scolding from her later. I thought there was something wrong with me. However within weeks or months of my having met them, she would learn that some of those very kids/tweens/teens had done something that clearly showed they were troubled and not the type of “influences” she wanted in my life. That wasn’t always the case. Sometimes, it was just a matter of my meeting them and knowing from the beginning that I shared absolutely no common interests with them.
Here I am over 40 years later and still experiencing the same. But I now trust the energy I feel. People don’t have to say a word. I can sense if someone is not to be trusted, is depressed, if a couple is having marital or relationship problems, has a problem with addiction, is an angry person in general, and so on. It’s not just being able to sense the things I mentioned above but because I CAN sense them, I also know what types of conversations and behavior I can expect from them.
I really struggle with being in large crowds or around more than a couple acquaintances at the same time. I have to more or less tune people out and keep myself inside my own head by focusing on myself…things I need to do around the house or where I’d like to spend my next vacation…ANYTHING to block the energy overload. Now that I’m retired and don’t have to be around people, I love my alone time. Yes, other people DO find that incomprehensible! I’ve been retired over 10 years now, and my own family members are still expressing concern for my wellbeing when I’m the happiest I’ve been in years! I’m the same as I was many, many years ago. I suppose it just looks a bit differently to them now that I’m older. And, yes, I believe that being an only child also plays a big role in enjoying my own company.
No, we can’t save the world or the people in it who seek us out who really don’t want our help. As you said, some want to take advantage of us while others really aren’t looking for a resolution to their problems but just want someone to listen to them complain all the time. I once tried to help people, too, and had to stop because it was driving me insane. I’ve even told my family members that I will help them with a problem ONCE but not to come back to me again for help with the SAME problem. I don’t mean to sound uncaring as I’m actually just the opposite but I had to learn to take care of myself first.
interesting & intelligent ladies: i’m not an only child…i’m the first born w/ a slightly more than 1 yr younger brother. my family are positives A+/O+/O+…i’m O neg. my INTJ personality and many other differences, overall since birth, have led me to where i am now. never married – no offspring & pretty much giving up on ever finding a compatible woman. i’m not gay and don’t need male friends…maybe i don’t need anyone, but good communication and interactions can make life better. reading/writing & thinking are good, but sometimes more than this would be nice. as i’ve mentioned here before: this world is moving rapidly away from what i am and like. oh well, that’s just the way it is. i’ll make the best of it. – sometimes for me this page/site is like a public message board – i’m into the research as well…regardless: i’m just dealin’ w/ the way things are now.
I understand totally Ken. I’m certainly not happy with the state of the nation or the world. I’m not willing to discuss my political viewpoints but I have never gotten so caught up in an election as I did this last one nor have I ever watched the news so much. With covid, the rioting and other unrest, and the pure hatred I see people expressing towards one another, it’s just been too much. I finally stopped watching the news and only check my social media page for messages now. I don’t read the posts. It’s overwhelming. Like you, I’ve decided that it is what is and decided that this too shall surely pass.
Im AB(-) … I don’t remember first day of kindergarten… Don’t recall having much problems during that period of time. I was angel-like looking little blond girl with hazel eyes and most of the time I was treated like a pretty doll or a cute pet, and everybody just wanted to hug me or kiss me …. I did not like or appreciate it at all, it made me feel uncomfortable, especially when I was getting too much attention, or it was getting kinda too “lovey-dovey” “huggie-kissie” My mom says that getting a hug from me was a super rare occasion even for her.
I was born with bad vision (one eye is farsighted, another nearsighted – lol I always was a weirdo) and when I was four or five, doctor told my parents that there is chance to fix my vision by making me wear glasses (here is the best part) with one eye patched. Well, my parents followed doctor’s advice… Wearing those glasses in kindergarten didn’t really affect me or my “social life.” It became a different story when I went to school at age of six (by that time I already could read and write). Of course my “super cool” one-eye-patched glasses did not go unnoticed and it was constant attraction for kids to crack jokes and make fun of me. First I tried to ignore it, then tried to reason my bullies – it didn’t work, nor improve my situation, it was escalating and getting more annoying and painful. Anyway, it got to the point when I was not willing to take that bs anymore and (despite my father’s advice to act as a grown up and resolve issues verbally) I had to bit up a few of my bullies (one at a time ;)). Not proud of it, but in my defense, they were all boys, older, bigger and stronger than me (btw, I never fought a girl). By the end of first grade I gained a lot of respect and got a reputation “not to be messed with.” Since then school was pretty easy, until the puberty hit me. Ugh… horror story. Whateverzzz… luckily, got out of that one too. Graduated at 16 and got into university. Got MBA at 21, then JD at 24 and went off to US (Im from Russia). Back then it seemed that I knew what I want from life, what needs to be done in order to achieve it, and I had a plan (I thought I had a plan). I’ve achieved some of my goals, messed up on the other ones, made bunch of mistakes, learned a lot… (so many crazy stories – can easily make a movie out of it (comedy of course))
Yet, the more I learn, the more questions I have… Including questions about myself and me being “normal”… I wouldn’t call my self a loner by any means; I don’t have problems socializing with people, or making new connections…. However it seems that I don’t really fit anywhere. I cannot identify myself belonging to some community, social group, religion, or something like that. And it doesn’t seem I have a need to belong – I don’t really get lonely. There are a lot of things that make me out of “normal” so to speak (But honestly, what the hell is “normal?”)
At the end of the day (lol, just as it was in the beginning of the day), I am a weirdo, rebel and outlaw to bunch of people just because I am different in some way(s), even thought it causes no harm to anyone. Oh well… Sorry, but not sorry. In the contrary, proud to be a weirdo 🙂
Vera! Your story finally helped me remember after 50+ years WHY I didn’t want to go to school for a few weeks after I started 1st grade! I mentioned it in my original comment. It was because ONE little girl attempted to bully me because I, too, had to wear a clip on patch over the right lens of my glasses! I also had one of the black pirate patches that covered my right eye that I had to wear at home when I was watching TV. I think you and I had to wear the patches for different reasons though. All my parents ever told me was that I had to wear the patch because I had a “lazy eye”. My eye wasn’t drawn or anything like that. I just didn’t want to use my left eye for some reason. I would turn my head sideways in order to use my right eye mostly when I was watching TV. It was causing a strain on my right eye so it was covered to force me to use my left eye. It was predicted that I wouldn’t even need glasses once I was “trained” to use my left eye. That was a joke! Here I am still killing nearsightedness. My prescription for the nearsightedness is now so strong that my optometrist backed the strength down in my left lens so I could still see up close without having to use reading glasses. Another 4 eyed monster little girl was bullied mostly because she was a brat but she also wore glasses and apparently believed her glasses were the only reason the other kids didn’t like her. So, I was the PERFECT target for her to bully because I not only wore glasses but wore glasses with a skin tone plastic patch on the right lens! EVERY day, she either pushed or hit me or tried to KILL me on the playground. My mom tried to fix the problem by having me take an extra candy bar to give her during recess…the bow down and be super nice thing. On the other hand, my dad was telling me to “knock the hell out of her one time and she’d leave me alone”. I was very much a tomboy and a tough little girl but because I’m an empath, it’s hard for me to bring myself to hurt someone. I’m also very slow to anger but once I FINALLY get angry, I turn into a special kind of crazed monster. My 1st grade teacher was a friend of my father’s family and had told my mother about the problem with the other child bullying me and told her she had tried to discipline her by taking play time away but noticed that anytime she’d discipline her, the little girl would take it out on me the next day. She’d also spoken with the other child’s mother about her behavior but didn’t see any improvement. This was during the time my mother was having to drag me into the classroom every morning. My teacher had even told me to stand up for myself which I later realized translated into the same advice my father had been giving me. My mother finally told me to defend myself BUT I wasn’t angry…yet. Our class went on a field trip a few days after my mother gave me permission to defend myself. Back then, several mothers known as “homeroom mothers” always went along on the field trips. My mother and her mother both went along. We stopped at a park to have lunch and have playtime. The little girl jerked me out of a swing and my butt hit the ground hard. I tried to get up a couple of times and push me back down. That’s when I lost it. I flung her off of me, grabbed her by the pigtails and swung her around in mid air and then let her go flying. I could hear my mother screaming at me to stop but she didn’t try to intervene. I was so angry that I didn’t CARE if my mother busted my behind in front of everyone there. But it was the other little girl’s mother who jerked her up by the arm and gave her a spanking to remember and then made her apologize to me in front of everyone there. We went onto become best friends and are still close today. I had memories of not wanting to go to school and definitely remembered her bullying me but had totally forgotten that the patch was the culprit behind it all. I hope your patch helped resolve your vision problems. Mine did nothing to improve my vision but did train me to use both eyes.
I remember my first day of kindergarden like it was yesterday. I was excited and scared all at the same time. I was kind of hanging out in the corner, not knowing if I should talk to the other kids. I was extreemely shy and didn’t really want to be around people. I remember thinking I wanted to go home. My grandmother was my teacher and if it wouldn’t have been for her, I think it would have been alot harder for me.
See, I was extreemely shy and didn’t want to be around people, I was raised on a farm so I had never been around people or kids my age. I didn’t even know how to play, because I was the youngest in the family and we had chores at an early age. So my brother and sister were in the fields and that left me at home basically alone. We had cows and horses and dogs, they became my friends.
About half way threw my first day of kindergarden a little girl named Kari walked up to me and said I want to be your friend. That was when I came out of my shell. I was accepted, even though it was just one little girl. She was different as well, so we got along very well. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. We are still friends today.
Do you think life for Rh negative children was easier when you grew up or do you think it is easier now?
I think it was probably easier when I grew up. I’m 57 years old, and the world was a different place back then. I grew up on an Indian reservation where my grandmother who was a Missionary school teacher, she started the school in the village we lived close to. She was well respected and it kind of made it easier for my sister, brother and I. There were no computers with social media, and people were not so critical.
I gave birth to 2 O- daughters, they didn’t have it so easy, yes they were different, just like myself and were not accpted by the other kids. They would come home from school and ask me why they didn’t have friends. It was so hard for them to fit in. When they got a little older they did finally make friends and what i’m seeing is that the few friends they have, those friends are going to be with them for life.
My daughters blessed me with 7 grandchildren, I can’t imagine what it is like for my grandchildren and yes, every last one of them are O-.