And teaching kids empathy and decency and kindness from a young age while modelling such behaviour on the part of parents, other responsible adults, and schools, playgrounds, anywhere kids will congregate, or hang out.
YES!!!!!!!
I honestly do think schools are trying their hardest to do this, but, especially in the case of elementary/middle schools ("primary schools" to you, I think), it's just really hard.
I don't know if parents are actually the problem. Kids are just young and stupid most of the time (and I'm not excluding myself from that either, because sure, I was stupid as a kid).
I do, however, put a
little bit of blame on administrators. And obviously not every teacher/administrator has this problem, but some do (in my experience), especially at the elementary/middle school level. For example, in 5th grade (10-11 years old), it took SEVERAL emails from my parents (signed with
my name, mind you), and me trying (and a lot of times failing) to speak up for the school to do ANYTHING about what was going on. It
was ignored at first. Then eventually it was (somewhat) resolved - never perfect - but good enough for me to handle.
In middle school, it got a little bit better in terms of teachers/administrators doing something immediately to try and correct the situation, but the experience was worse. All of the things that went on caused my mental health to take a steep decline, in turn causing those years to be some of the worst in my life so far. I don't want to go into too much detail in this thread about what kinds of stuff exactly happened (any of you can DM if you really want to know) - but so much of it happened behind closed doors, and I just wasn't brave enough to speak up. I was physically and mentally
unable to talk about it. I had lots of support at home, thankfully. No disciplinary action was taken against ANY of the students who engaged in harming me though.
High school was good for the most part—there were some aspects that I quite enjoyed about it in fact. So things did get better eventually.
Honestly, as I've gotten to know you guys, I've been able to become a little more open about stuff. But it's also just because I've gotten older and all that stuff is further behind me (but still undoubtedly relevant). What nobody knows (really I've just kept this inside my family, medical staff, and relevant school officials) is my full story, and I don't think anyone will anytime soon. It's just too much. It's a mental block—I just can't tell it. Doesn't matter if it's a public or private setting, I just can't. I've even tried locking myself in a room (when I'm home alone) and telling it to myself, and I can't do that either. Nor can I write it, I've tried that, too.
Sometimes I really wish I could just yell it from the rooftops for all to hear, so that people would understand where I'm coning from. I do think it needs to be heard, somehow. My parents have said the same thing. I can tell little bits of it and be vague like I just did, but it's just... too much. There's parts of it that even I don't understand.
Just so you know, I did lie down and cry after writing this. It's nothing any of you inflicted, it's my emotional response. *Sigh*