That is nothing. When I was five I spent a whole year in a room on my own with nothing. I had to sit there quietly or I was smacked. It all started when the teacher took offense at my Mum questioning her. I am sure I missed my break times and was only allowed out foe lunch.
I was a loner anyway.
It turns out that the teacher had a dissability coming on which was relitively sudden so she took her anger and frustration out by punishing me. For most of the year the other teachers did not even know and my parents did not know. As I was so young and I did not know what school was about, I thought it was normal to be sat on my own. Actually I preferred it as I liked being on my own. You got to love the 1970's!
It was only later on in the year where the first teachers husband (The first teacher that taught me where I was in the class at the age of 4) happen to ask questions, as he saw me there, and then now and then that first teacher (Maybe once or twice a day) came to check on me, and then something must have been said as I aas given a piece of paper by the teacher who put me there to make it look like I was working and a pencil (Actually a glass jam jar with a few pencils in it) but I was not told what to do except use them.
About missing breaks. It did not bother me because there was a bully who made for me every time break time came so it meant I avoided him, and the teacher smacking me was nothing compared to the bullying I would get at break times the year before, so by being in that room, I avoided all the bullying for that year.
I do forgive that teacher. My Mum met her once years later by chance, and she begged my Mums forgiveness at what she had done. This was when I was in my late teens. My Mum was puzzled and thought the teacher was being odd until she asked me. She wanted to meet me to say she was sorry, but I was too scared to go.
The next year we had a wonderful teacher who also became a family friend and I think she died just after or around the time I hit my teenage years and she did not know. She said the teacher who picked on me was an extremely tallented teacher and she really suffered when the illness came on her and went downhill during that year. It was the last year she was able to teach.
Now the above aas a room rather then a cupboard that had frosted glass windows (Except for the top row of glass so one could see the sky) so children from the school yard could not see the teachers as it was meant to be some sort of staff room but there was another staff room they all used, but they did occasionally use it as a room they spoke to parents in if they needed privacy,
BUT, I did find myself being put in a cubard room once by a teacher for not concentrating on my work (I was a daydreamer but on this occasion I may have been amusing myself by making squeeky noises? I can't remember. I was only in there for around 10 minutes? And he did put the light on. It was about a year or two when teachers were banned from hitting or smacking children (And the slipper and cane aas banned etc), but to be brutally honest, they needed it. The children who had the slipper (Primary school) or cane (Secondary school) really needed it and one had the impression that those children never were smacked at home when they were naughty and it really showed in their lack of discipline in school.
You see, in school when there was the threat of a cane or slipper, the class was quiet so I could learn. After then were banned the classroom enviroment became noisy and the only way teachers could cope was to shout, and I hated shouting. I became petrified and my work really suffered. I also find that when teachers left the room the kids would talk and all those noisy children made me need to put my fingers in my ears and hope that it would end!
I hated it when it was raining at lunch or break time and we had to go in the hall as it was torture for me being in there! I would be in tears with my hands pressed tight over my ears. Most lunch times I would spend outside getting soaked in the rain trying to hide from the teachers who would put me in the hall. (This was secondary school).
Before, the children had to be quiet or they were smacked. It was far better like that. I could concentrate on my work.
Todays schools are like detention torture centres if I was there. Children actually answer the teachers back which was a definate cane or slipper on the backside when I was in school! It is more the noise and todays schools have cages round them which would panic me! I would not go in!
I do not know if I am autistic, but if I when assessed and am not, I know that for an autistic person it must be like that as well or maybe even worse? I just don't know how the kids can tollerate such a noisy enviroment and be part of the noise?
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18 Mar 2021, 3:16 am
