It started with a chicken. Our six years of hell.
All day you kept my child in the corridor on his own. That day you wouldn’t help him when he couldn’t do his work. That day you called him silly and made him miss his playtime. In your head he had to try. In your head he was being naughty and refusing to work. In your head. But what about his head?
That day my child wanted to do right. He wanted to please you. He wanted his work to be perfect with no mistakes. But he couldn’t draw a chicken and you wouldn’t help. He didn’t want his work to go wrong and he couldn’t try to do it until he knew how to draw the chicken. So he sat there, all day, in the corridor on his own. Wondering why you wouldn’t help him. Not knowing why you were cross and crying because he couldn’t draw a chicken and he didn’t want to do it wrong!
You marched him to me, across the playground after school. In front of him you told me what you had done. You said he would have to take the work home, it wasn’t acceptable to refuse to do it.
At home I did what you should have done. I gave my child a hug and I asked him what was wrong. He told me he didn’t know how to draw a chicken so I showed him. He did his work and I took it to you. I explained he couldn’t draw the chicken and you said yes he had said that.
But you hadn’t helped him.
You had labelled him as naughty, the child that wouldn’t do as he was told. That label stuck like super glue and wouldn’t go away.
When he clung to the doorframe, screaming in fear as you tried to make him go to assembly, dinner or singing. You saw a naughty boy not doing what he was told but he was scared, terrified. There were too many people and it hurt his ears but he already had the label that you gave him, so you couldn’t see.
When he hadn’t done his homework that label made you cross. You didn’t see the stress it caused him, instead you saw a mum who wouldn’t discipline her child.
When he cried and screamed that he didn’t want to come into school and clung to me as tight as he could. You sighed and told him not to be silly. You called a meeting and told me it was my negativity making him dislike school. You didn’t understand that he was in a scary world, a world he didn’t get. He was stressed and scared and confused. You didn’t understand the noise was hurting his ears and he didn’t know how to tell you. You labelled me as negative and unhelpful. You labelled my child as naughty, disruptive, annoying and rude. That label you gave him stuck to him for years.
He was five.
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