I have never been a fan of classrooms. Whether because my anxiety overruled my ability to concentrate, or just whether the work wasn’t stimulating enough. She had the same problem – you could tell we were sisters.
But rather than sticking it out like me, she never finished year 7.
She refused to go. She refused to leave her bedroom and spent the majority of the day sleeping. She is constantly exhausted despite having no daily agenda. It all sounds too familiar.
Young people are trapped in a system that isn’t suited to them, and then thrown into another system that allows the child to endure interrogation and no successful support structure put into place. The young person is made to feel stupidly unworthy. If you have a elaborate job titles and 5 digit wage, your word is law and final. Accountability and compromise is out of the question.
They will dish out detentions, bad reports and countless fines to confirm their ego and power, with a complete disregard for how miserable pupils actually are. No time is actually spent genuinely invested in this young person to progress to a happier life, only results for meaningless scoreboards and out-of-touch Ofsted – as if these outweigh a suicide risk.
I shouldn’t have to struggle on my own to save her from strangling herself countless times. I don’t want to have to go to hospital with her, not knowing whether she’s going to make it through the night.
She would rather die than attend somewhere she doesn’t feel welcome, and she is not the only one. The fact that so many young people are unheard, unseen and personal issues not catered to is shocking.
This will be the downfall of Institutional Education.