agirl -> RE: OMG -- How did we ever survive being a kid (3/9/2011 4:25:52 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Aylee We are talking about a 2nd grader. The incident will be forgotten by classmates in a week, tops. A 7th grader would be a different story. Bullshit. I was humiliated in kindergarten because the teacher didn't believe I could read. She said she didn't allow liars in her classroom. I was so embarassed I was unable to read in class when they started teaching the other students to read. I would get scared and freeze up. So the school thought I had a reading deficiency and stuck me in special ed. I had no problems reading there since the risk of humiliation didn't exist. When I was in the 3rd grade, they decided to test me to check my progress. According to the test results, I could read at 10th grade level. Of course, they took me out of special ed at that point, but the damage was done. I was bullied on a daily basis because I had been in special ed. The bullying continued for years until I dropped out of school. For years, I refused to attend college because I was terrified of public speaking, a required course. The point I'm trying to make is, humiliation does lead to bullying and an inferiority complex. I know from personal experience. No, humiliation CAN lead to it. That's your experience: it's not going to be everyone's, by any stretch of the imagination. agirl This is true. You know, when I was in kindergarten, I wasn't exactly well behaved... at all. And oftentimes, that would lead to punishment. Most common was sitting in the front of the class and having to watch quietly as everyone else did some fun activity. Fast forward to middle school and standardized tests. I never tested with my class. I was always moved to a "special" group, because I was easily distracted, but my scores were high while I wasn't, and EVEY one knew that that was where a lot of the mentally deficient kids tested, for similar reasons. What we didn't know at the time, was the reason I was in there, all we knew is that I was testing with the "retards." Yeah, I got made fun of a bit, and I didn't like it at all. But in my case, people grew up and dropped it. Now, while I don't have many friends, I AM respected among my peers. That whole thing is never even brought up anymore unless jokingly. My eldest son was dyslexic (which wasn't widely acknowledged or understood at the time) He had a horrid time at school, but also at home, because I didn't know why he was a frustrating little prig either. I wasn't exactly oblivious to his struggles OR my stresses dealing with them and I wasn't any better placed than his school to understand.......it wasn't until he was 9yrs old that he was diagnosed, due to questions and pressure from me.... (Yeyy for "Dyslexia Awareness Week" in the Library) and I'd love to say it all went swimmingly after that, but it didn't, as, a pattern had been set and had to be *un-set*, ...not only by his teachers, but by him and by me. His Secondary School was utterly different and he did well there, with amazingly dedicated teachers and by then he'd matured a bit and realised that some of his problems were self-inflicted with his OWN attitude.He was dyslexic but he was also big-time lazy; not a good combination.....lol Soooo, it depends on the child, the situation AND you: what materials you get to work with. My youngest sons are utterly different and pretty much sailed through school with accolades surrounding them that had little to do with me. They had various problems to deal with, including the death of their Dad, to deal with, but their attitude was one of *sorting it out for themselves* and they barely missed a beat. They had the confidence to do so because they knew I wasn't going to step in. They *assumed* responsibility for their own educational life and their own life in general. End result... the youngest two STILL are far more responsible for their own lives, the oldest two still have a tendency to *blame* when things don't go their way. The eldest two look up to the youngest two...lol They all are successful in their OWN ways with their own thorny pasts. NONE of them would thank me if I'd made TV air-time out of our fuck-ups or struggles. Lastly, the only person that has had any lasting impact on my children has been ME, for good or for ill. No *teacher* could ever damage them anything LIKE as effectively as I could, nor could they hurt them as effectively, nor could their praise beat mine. agirl
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