It Has To Get Better Right?
by booguhs mom
My happy, funny, lil fire cracker of a son lost his spark one day, never did I think he was being bullied. When he started to get angry whenever I'd mention school or ask how his day went, I knew something was wrong. I'd ask if kids would mess with him and he would say, "no mom" and walk away. Of course, I thought 7 year olds don't bully—they're so young and innocent. So as a mom I had to find out since he wouldn't tell me.
Luckily I work right next to the school, so I decided to walk over at recess and look threw the fence. That is when I saw my son sitting on the floor next to the woman who watches the kids, while all the other kids were playing. Then the next day I went back and again he was there with her. I finally confronted him and asked why he didn't play and he said the kids are mean to him. Right then I called the school and made an appointment with the principal.
I first explained the issue and asked her, how come the school doesn't call and notify the parents if a child seems bothered or acting different, especially when he is known to be the happy kid who would be top seller every year for all school fundraisers. And long story short the school did nothing. They asked my husband to go get my kid evaluated. He was apparently the problem not the other kids.
My son would pee his pants, which he has never done, in fear of the principal. She told us he needs to pretty much grow a back bone and defend himself. So after that I was fed up, and the day we had our last meeting at that school she just pretty much said they will send him to another school too see if that helps. Instead of doing something about it send the kid away and do nothing about the bullies. So with that being done my kid finally confessed and told me everything that happened.
These kids would call him names, they would act like they were going to punch him then run away. They told him he couldn't play on the playground, and the worst was they said they were going to kill him. Now I understand why he was so scared to go to school, why he would fight us to get out of the car, why he refused to get dressed etc. Everything now made sense.
I first felt extreme anger, but I had to put that aside and help my son... Well, he is now 9 years old has been in therapy ever since and has been diagnosed with PTSD. He still is petrified of school and was home schooled last year. We tried getting him back to public this week and he freaked out. I have hope he will one day be that happy kid again.
I do still get angry and frustrated that I have to always find sitters and miss work because he is not in school all day, but I know it's not his fault, he didn't ask for this to happen.
I just wish something would have been done to those kids. They are living their lives happy as can be, not a care in the world, while my son is suffering... its not easy to talk about this. A lot of people in my family don't even know what has been going on... so coming on here and writing about it feels good.
Going through it I honestly felt like no one could possibly know how I feel I have to be the only one going threw this. I now know I'm not, and I'm trying everyday to be that strong person for my son.