This is probably coming across as pretty whiny, but I have to vent somewhere and I can’t do that any place where I’m easily identifiable. Sorry, folks.
Anyway, our son just told us he’s quitting high school. This is the second time; the first time was from trade school (which is secondary ed over here, not post-secondary), but he got a fresh start in pre-college high school. He didn’t manage that either. He’s got some serious issues with self-confidence, and I’m pretty certain that he’s suffering from severe depression and maybe PTSD as well from being bullied through most of primary and all of middle school. I’m mad as hell at his school principals, both in primary school and middle school, for refusing to accept that students at “their” schools made my son’s life hell on earth. Right now, if they were on fire and I’d just drunk a six-pack, I wouldn’t piss on them even if I were paid good money to do it. I sincerely think that they deserve to burn in hell for the rest of eternity for their arrogance. Even if it’s un-PC, I wish the same for the bullies who actively made my son’s life living hell, every fucking day of the week for more than six years. I’m sorry and ashamed that we didn’t understand what was going on until it was too late. Even if parents usually are the last to learn what’s going on with their kids. I’m sorry and ashamed that we trusted the system, trusted that the school administrations knew what they were doing and tried to do the right thing. I’m sorry and ashamed that we didn’t document, document, document every single incident from the very day we started to suspect that something was going on.
I thoroughly despise my son’s primary school principal for refusing to understand how infinitely cruel children can be. I’m equally contemptuous at those kids’ parents who, after being confronted with what their kids were doing, refused to believe, refused to even accept that their fucking snowflakes could do anything wrong. Whenever my kids have done wrong, I’ve demanded an explanation and, if there was any chance that the other party was right, my kids were required to apologize and make amends. Did those parents react like that? The hell they didn’t. Fuck them all sideways in the ass with a saguaro cactus. I can’t say how much I despise my son’s middle school principal who, when my son had - for once - hit back, not for his own sake, but at those who bullied a person even more vulnerable than himself, called my son an “abuser”. May you rot in hell, and may the rest of eternity be continuous torment for you. Sincerely, yours.
The kid isn’t dumb. On the contrary. On several occasions, he’s produced better results with less work than I ever was able to when I was in school, and I got all the way to a PhD in natural science. But he still sincerely believes that he isn’t able to perform, that he can’t even pass freshman high school curriculum. He feels a pressure to perform while he’s convinced he can’t, that makes him physically sick. Last week, after we’d been to several sessions of family counseling, he told us that he’s quitting high school. He’s 20. We don’t know what to do, we only know that he can’t stay with us for the rest of his life.
He’s receiving psychological counseling now, and I won’t give him up. I can’t give him up. I just don’t know how long I’m able to support him; I just don’t know how long he’ll need to get over it enough to believe in himself, to be able to take those small setbacks we all experience without breaking again, but getting up from the ground, dusting himself off and trying again.