Bullying - Story 17

I'm recently new to HE, due to the bullying of my son K.

It started in primary school, as my son has a behavioural problem. (he was in special needs school for first two years of schooling.) He was intergrated back into mainstream, and the bullying seemed to start straight away. It continued right up until he left primary school, even with me going into the headmistress, and the school informing me that bullying doesn't occur in their school. Ha, if only they would listen to their pupils.

My concerns rose largely when I heard that the 2 boys who were bullying K would be moving into the same secondary school with him this September. I arranged a meeting with the secondary school in July, and brought up my concerns, and wanted to know what they would do about this matter. They assured me they could deal with it, and all K had to do was inform them if any incidents occured. I came away unimpressed.

K started secondary school in September, and the bullying rose to horrendous levels, where my son was actually attacked with a key, which ripped his uniform. K was near the headmistress on this occasion, and informed her what had happened, also showed her his school jumper. Her answer..... Well K, it's always you isn't it? Hurry along to class before you're late. This answer was given infront of the children who were bullying K, and to me was an open invitation for them to continue in their abuse, as the headmistress wasn't worried about it.

The very next day he was pulled out of school by myself, and has never been back. He is now de-registered, and is being HE.

The first few days were weird for both myself and K, as we've both been used to the school system, but we seem to be finding our feet now. One one day where we decided not to do any formal learning, we went into town and had brunch with my aunt. While I was up getting food at the cafeteria, K informed my aunt that he had never been happier.

This made me feel more confident in myself, and K's abilities to continue with HE The change in him was phenominal, he had gone from a child wishing he was dead, and always crying, to a child who was happy, and eager to resume learning.