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  • I Married A Bully But My Daughter Got A Worse Deal

    I married a bully.

    I married a piss poor excuse of a man that started slapping me after the first year. He then went on to constantly give me black eyes, break my nose and even shove a glass in my face. Jade was only a little girl, but she saw some of it, and when she was at the age of 4 or 5 I left him. He started turning the light off and back on again because he knew it scared her. He could do what he liked to me but I would never cry. His only way to really get to me was through Jade. That was enough for me to exit that marriage, so we left. I left my own house and a lot of what was in it just to get away from that scumbag; I was not prepared to put her in danger.

    Jade knew what was going on and as she grew she wasn’t going to let anyone treat her the way I had been treated. She’d seen the pain I’d had to go through and the pills the doctor put me on because of the state I was in. Valium, Amitriptyline, Prozac… You name it, I’ve been on it.

    At the ripe old age of 26 I was a wreck. Beaten black and blue for years by a piece of shit whose aim in life was to kick fuck out of someone he professed to love. He’d cover me in ‘love’ bites and scrawl big purple welts down my back. HIS marks!

    So, Jade steered clear of scum like him. Then she met someone she hadn’t seen for years and started dating him. It lasted about 7 months from start to finish. He wanted her to settle down, have kids etc but that’s not what she wanted. Jade was loving life. She loved her job, had her own house, new car, went on different holidays around the world, loved her family and her friends. Life couldn’t have been better for her.

    Jump forward to today…

    6 years ago today, at around this time 5:45pm, Jade sat on my sofa and told me her new ‘man’ was jealous, possessive and that she had finished with ‘him’ but not told him. She said she wanted to ‘break away gently’, so had told him she wanted a little space. I told her he would hit her. I know the signs; been there, done that. She said she didn’t think he would.

    I never saw her again because 2 days later she was dead.

    Backed into her own kitchen, stabbed 96 times with at least 4 of her own kitchen knives, while he screamed at her ‘that’s what you get for being a slag’. The filthy, murdering bastard thought she was seeing someone else, when all along she wanted a little peace away from his demands. And away from that bitch of a mother of his who supplied the bullets for the murderers imaginary gun.

    He made such a mess of Jade that I never got to say goodbye. I wasn’t able to see her because he shredded her; something his mother saw and hope she sees every single night when she closes her eyes and every single morning when she opens them.

    I don’t dwell on those scumbags, but they are still breathing, so I hope they both suffer a long, excruciatingly painful death. And I hope Jade haunts them every rotten day they are on this Earth, but she won’t. Because Jade was lovely and wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing.

    So, my darling Jade, I will be reading my cards in a moment and hoping you will come to me for a little while. I miss you so bad and regardless of what people say, it doesn’t get any easier.

    Keep on dancing up there

    xxx <3 xxx

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/maria.rileyward.3

     

  • Bullied At School For Being The Horse Freak

    Bullied at school for being the horse freak

    When I was at school, I had a best friend, a ride or die type (we both rode, pun very much intended). We were as close as best friends possibly could be, but within a year we became total strangers. I couldn’t tell you the last time I spoke to her, I don’t think we are even friends on Facebook now.

    We both rode, and had both just come into the world of Affiliated Eventing (BE). I think we were around 13 or 14 at the time. We were obsessed. We’d talk about it constantly through our free periods at school, and go riding, training and competing together most weekend, as well as training on our own every day after school.

    We’d fantasise about our rise to the top of the sport and decided that one of us would win Badminton, while the other won Burghley the same year, so it was fair. Obviously.

    We were good, too! We weren’t just playing around. We genuinely wanted serious careers in Eventing.

    There were mutters about us being weird for being so into horses, but we didn’t care, because we were a team. The mutterers didn’t understand.

    Around this time we both got spotted by the popular crowd. We went to an all girls Catholic school, so the politics were serious business!

    We were invited to parities and days out, all being on the weekend.

    This is where it all started to unravel. My best friend chose to sacrifice her weekends for the popular crowd. I kept my weekends for Eventing.

    From then on, I started to ride more, while my best friend rode less and less. The time we used to spend talking about our goals, was spent with us awkwardly sitting on the edge of the popular circle, listening to them talk about pressing topics such as The Kardashians.

    I spent some time with them on the weekends that I wasn’t Eventing and I genuinely remember going to a party where my best friend turned to me and said, ‘no would would even notice if we just left.’ She was completely right. From then on I turned my back on that circle, but my best friend stayed on the edge.

    Now that I was the only person riding competitively, I had a serious target on my back.

    I had different hobbies from anyone else, I had an actual passion, and that was different, abnormal, making me ‘weird’. I was quickly labelled the ‘horse girl’.

    It’s amazing how being branded the very thing you want to be, by the wrong people, can make you question everything about yourself and your passion.

    I had also managed to royally piss off the popular circle by rejecting them for horses!

    And so the bullying began.

    I was called fat because I had muscular thighs.

    I was called boring because I put my horses first.

    I was forever known as the weird horse girl.

    By the age of 14, I was Eventing at BE100 and doing really well competitively, but I was embarrassed and kept my achievements to myself, afraid of sparking more comments.

    I thought that I was no good at my passion and was ashamed to be proud of myself.

    I remember putting some Eventing photos on my Facebook page, and then I was battered for them when I went back to school the next day, so I stopped posting.

    All of this made me feel as though my ‘little hobby’ was pathetic and that my achievements meant nothing.

    However, this only encouraged me to throw myself in deeper with the horses.

    Although, my self esteem was now in tatters.

    Whenever people would talk about what they wanted to do when they are older, I would dodge the question, and if I was forced to answer it I would often lie.

    In reality (the kind of reality that is bigger than the Catholic all girls school bubble) having a passion, something that you really live for, is SUCH a cool thing! I am so lucky to say that I adore my job, I suspect most of the business men and women in the world wouldn’t be able to say the same. In fact, I reckon the majority of those snotty girls in my year hate their jobs now!

    But, because it was different, and abnormal, it was again just another thing to be bullied for.

    I battled with my thoughts for years (and still do sometimes) about whether I was gifted enough, good enough or special enough for a career in horses.

    The negative self talk in my mind (the voice that said ‘you can’t do it, you’re not good enough’) would get stronger every time a girl at school would make a snobby comment, or scoff at the thought of me following my dreams.

    Unfortunately, during this time I had an instructor who very quickly dismissed me when I said I really do seriously want to be a professional Eventer. I remember him literally laughing at me.

    I didn’t give up, I was severely wounded by the bullying and my coach’s words, but I was more determined to prove everybody wrong than I was worried I would fail, so I limped on, and I kept limping on until I had made my dreams a reality.

    I am on track with the dream that my best friend and I dreamt up all those years ago.

    I wonder how my best friend’s self esteem is now; having been forced by popular peer pressure to give up on her own dream. She did give up horses very quickly after we grew apart.

    This is just my story, and a very rough outline at that. I see similar cases all the time, TALENTED kids that put horses on the back seat to go to more parties.

    The most heartbreaking kind is a girl that I know now, who had a real fire burning to get her to the top of the sport – she was a brilliant rider, too! But the pressure of exams, friends, self doubt, negative comparison to others, and being afraid to break out of the mould, had meant she has given up on her dreams, and is now aiming for a ‘normal’ job instead.

    If you are lucky enough to have a passion, don’t let anyone tell you it is anything less than a beautiful thing.

    Just because you may be different does not make you weird.

    People talk about you? Good, that means you are making a difference! Make them talk!

    What makes you different is what makes you beautiful.

    Stick by your dreams, don’t give up on them. Keep working until you make them happen.

    Hard work beats all else.

    My best friend and I?

    I took over management of my first yard at age 21, and have ridden for a living since I was 18. The goal is still very much Badminton and Burghley.

    She is aiming for an office job, and hasn’t ridden for years.

    Oh, and the trainer who laughed at me? I competed at a higher level than him by the time I was 18.

    EVERYBODY has to start somewhere, EVERYBODY has doubters along the way, EVERYBODY wants to give it all up at some point.

    Don’t let other people control your future! Stay true to YOU.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/CDBeventing/

  • Ten Commandments For Interacting With Kids On The Autism Spectrum

    Ten Commandments for Interacting With Kids On The Autism Spectrum…

    1. Thou shall not yell when speaking to me.

    My disability does not impair my hearing and I am extremely bright. Perhaps even brighter than you are.

    2. Thou shall not ignore me, talk negatively about me, speak unnaturally slow, or ask questions to others in the room that pertain to me. I can comprehend what you are saying just fine.

    3. Thou shall believe in me and help me believe in my skills and self worth. Note the good in me and do not merely point out my negative behaviors. Believe in me and I will believe in myself.

    4. Thou shall not perceive me as dumb.

    I am extremely intelligent. I do not learn in the same way as you, and maybe not as quickly as you expect me to. Have patience with me. Once I recall information, I never forget.

    5. Thou shall not judge my behavior.

    I can get overstimulated in certain environments. I may be hypersensitive to sound and loud noises may hurt my ears. Fluorescent lights are distracting for me. They have a humming noise, and can pulsate. All the noises in a room can blur together. Please make accommodations to help me.

    6. Thou shall not be so quick to scold me.

    Do not tell me that “I know what I did”. I do not. Tell me what my infraction was in a simple, concise manner. I want to please you, but I have difficulties inferring meaning within a vague statement. For instance, do not say please clean up your bedroom. Tell me exactly what you want, such as ‘Please make your bed and pick up your toys”.

    7. Thou shall not compare me to others.

    Please remind me, and note the talents that I possess. This increases my confidence and positive self worth. Learning disabled or not, we ALL have talents to contribute within society. I need you to help me realize what mine is. Believe in me and I will believe in myself.

    8. Thou shall not exclude me from activities.

    Please do not mimic me, ignore me, or bully me. Please invite me to play with you. It hurts my feelings when I am excluded. I like to run and jump in the playground, and be invited to birthday parties too. Grownups can help me make friends by encouraging other children to play with me. I can be a loyal friend if you get to

    know me.

    9. Thou shall give me choices.

    I do not like being ordered about any more than the other children. Give me choices so I know you value my capabilities and opinions. Make them simple and concise. Present two options or so. I get confused when too many questions or directions are given at one time due to my processing speed. For instance, ask me if I would like to wear my blue sweater or green one, rather than asking which sweater I would like to wear.

    10. Thou shall not judge me by my diagnosis, but by my character.

    I am an individual, just like other children.

  • The Girl Said I Was Thrown Away By My Mummy

    SCHOOL. I hate it. It’s a horrible place and nobody listens. I used to like it. I used to be happy there. I used to have fun. But not any more. There are some stupid teachers and even more stupider kids who are really really horrible. And I’m horrible as well.

    This girl said I was thrown away by my mummy. Said my mummy didn’t want me so I have to live with foster carers. She said nobody wants me and nobody lives me and I’m ugly and smell. Then she got her friends to say the same thing.

    When she first said it I didn’t think she was nice and I tried not to listen. But she kept on saying it – in the playground, in the dinner hall, in assembly, in the class room. She said I was smelly and wouldn’t sit near me. She made me feel really yuk about myself inside. I tried to tell a dinner lady and she said stay away from them. My teacher said stop telling tales. I got told off for moving away from her. So what this girl says must be true because nobody is listening to me and the grown ups are on her side too.

    I hate school loads now and I don’t care about it anymore. They don’t like me. I don’t like them. They are going to pay. I don’t care what they say or do because if I’m not wanted or liked then I’m going to show them I don’t care.

    So they better watch out. Kim better watch out. The whole wide world better watch out. Because I will make them hear me even if they all can’t be bothered to listen. I’ll show them.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/Robbie-a-bear-in-foster-care-his-story-1417961614965115/

  • STOP FORCING YOUR CHILD TO BE SOMEONE THEY’RE NOT, BECAUSE THEY WILL GROW UP TO RESENT YOU

    STOP FORCING YOUR CHILD TO BE SOMEONE THEY’RE NOT, BECAUSE THEY WILL GROW UP TO RESENT YOU

    Let’s address this not-so-problematic problem that keeps popping up here and there then, shall we?

    Buckle up, folks, because this is going to be a long one.

    Now… I consider myself a good parent I suppose – I love my children, I cook healthy meals, I clean, I educate them, I encourage them to help around the house, I make sure they know right from wrong, that they’re polite, kind and are thoughtful of other people around them.

    I’ve also taught them that they can be whoever they want to be because I will love them no matter what… which is how any parent should feel, correct?

    Incorrect. (Apparently)

    I once (well, maybe a few times) allowed my son to dress up in pink and leave the house because he loved the colour and it made him feel good. In turn, that made me feel good that he was comfortable and happy expressing himself around me, and more importantly, he was totally okay with being himself around other people because, you know, that’s what we constantly preach to others, right?

    Wrong. (Apparently)

    As true as I’m writing this now, I got a truck load of shit for it and I couldn’t understand why.

    “Why are you dressing him up as a girl?! You have a daughter to dress up!”

    “Do you want him to grow up being confused?” 

    “People are going to make fun of him! You’re sick!”

    Can we just get one thing straight, here?

    The people and parents who behave this way are the ones damaging our children psychologically, not us.

    I know this because I’ve been there.

    My father wanted me to do ballet, I played football. I had to be quiet in his presence, I wasn’t allowed to express myself through fear of him being embarrassed or being punished for it.

    I was bullied for most of my life because I had no voice; I didn’t know who I was then and I still don’t now… because someone I looked up to told me to keep my mouth shut because of what others would think.

    I developed a personality disorder, Body Dysmorphic Disorder and an eating disorder because I had to be someone I wasn’t.

    I was a pressure cooker waiting to explode and I’m now a product of everything my father hates which has a strain on our relationship and any other relationship I’ve ever had.

    I’m ‘damaged’ so to speak.

    So, back to where I was – I couldn’t give a flying fuck what my children want to leave the house as to be honest, because if they’re HAPPY then that’s all that matters.

    My son has his nails painted, he wears makeup sometimes and pushes a pushchair around if he feels like it, because, actually, one day he may be a father.

    You wouldn’t laugh then, would you?

    He was invited to an Elves and Fairies party recently and guess what he wanted to go as?

    A fairy.

    Would he look at another child and laugh for how they’re expressing themselves? Absolutely not – he’d join in because I’ve taught him that we all express ourselves in different ways and that there is no right or wrong in how we dress, what we wear or what we’d like to be when we grow up because it’s how we treat people that reallycounts.

    My son asked for two birthday parties this year – one where he could be himself and one where he had to pretend to be someone else because he knew other people wouldn’t ‘approve’.

    I was gutted for him.

    All he wanted was to have a good time – he shouldn’t be having to lie and make such grown up decisions at such a young age, just because one person had told him that “boys don’t behave that way”.

    For as long as he’s with me, he can be whoever the fuck he wants and that’s not going to change. He knows that, my daughter knows that and I’ll take on anybody who disagrees.

    So, to the parents who teach their children to laugh at other children, to encourage racism, hatred and snigger at others… FUCK YOU.

    YOU are what’s wrong with the world.

    Children don’t know hate, racism or mocking someone for being ‘different’ unless we tell them and I refuse to enforce that upon my children just because the majority of the population are uncomfortable with being different.

    I know how this affects children because I was one of them – I’m sure as fucking hell never going to put my child through that.

    Why would anybody want to?

    Encourage your children to be different, be their number one fan, cheer them on, even if it makes you feel slightly uncomfortable because they need you to be there for them emotionally.

    You are all they have and if they don’t have you, who do they have?

    The Unicorn in Black

    Please following the amazing writer at The unicorn in black https://m.facebook.com/theunicorninblack/

    https://theunicorninblack.com/2018/11/01/stop-forcing-your-child-to-be-someone-theyre-not-because-they-will-grow-up-to-resent-you/

  • Teach Your Children To Look After Others

    You know when you were younger and you did something real stupid because your mates told you to? And then your mum would say ‘if your mates told you to jump off a cliff would you do it? Obviously you got her point and knew you wouldn’t do anything too silly because you understood the difference between silly… and silly silly!

    Well this is my son Jacob. He is 16 and autistic. He doesn’t understand the difference between silly silly. If someone tells Jacob to do something and he thinks they will like him because of this, then Jacob does it. No matter how dangerous.

    A group of Jacobs ‘friends’ told Jacob to go and pick up a deodorant can that had been chucked into a fire. Jacob did it. He didn’t understand what would happen and everyone thought it was funny.

    The can blew up in my sons face. His head caught on fire. They all laughed. NOBODY called an ambulance. Nobody called me. NOBODY walked him home. Nobody tried to put out the fire on his head. He ran into Tesco’s holding his blistering face and ran his head under the hot tap because he didn’t know which one to use because he couldn’t see.

    NOBODY asked him if he was okay. NOBODY stopped him and asked him if he needed help. Jacob then walked home. I heard the screams as he walked up to the house.

    Teach Your Children To Look After Others
    Teach Your Children To Look After Others

    Jacob was rushed to RVI (Royal Victoria Infirmary) burns unit last night. Luckily he only has 1st degree burns to his face. His hair is singed and he has black eyes from the impact. He also has a bruise and cut to his thigh where the can hit him so hard it cut open his leg. If that had hit him in the face my son could be blind.

    I am writing this to ask you to not only remind your children of their own safety but also be considerate of those more vulnerable than themselves. Jacob got off lightly. He had a lucky escape. So did the people who encouraged him to do something so obviously silly when it is dangerous. Because if he had not been so lucky this might have had a permanent impact on everyone involved.

    Be kind. Don’t just be kind to yourself but be kind to people who need you to be kind to them. And teach your children to look after the kids that need looking after and are a bit ‘different’

    It’s an important lesson. One that we could all do with remembering.

    Please share this to raise awareness of the dangers of playing with fire and also those people in a less fortunate position than yourselves.

    Thanks to everyone that helped with Jacob last night.

    Kerry Louise

  • Fortnite dances should be banned for intimidation

    Fortnite dances should be banned for intimidation

    Fortnite is an online strategy game, you compete against other people to become the last man standing.

    In the game you can save up coins or purchase additional items, clothing or dances.

    The dances include the dab, bouncing from one leg to the next whilst making the Loser symbol with your hand called take the L, the floss, breakin’, electro shuffle, wiggle and disco fever.

    Parents are calling for Fortnite dances especially the floss and Take the L to be banned as children are using them to intimidate and bully other children.

    Many youth sports teams are doing the dances after winning a game and mocking their losing opponents.

    One mum has even set up a petition and is sharing it on social media platforms, Jemma Dunmore from Osmondthorpe in Leeds is asking worried parents to sign and share her petition to get Fortnite to remove the dances, she states that the dances do nothing to improve the game.

    She added that they were a pointless addition to the game and are only there to mock and intimidate other users and young children now deem it acceptable to rein-act the moves in the playground or on the sports field.

    What’s your views, should Fortnite remove the dances or are there too many snowflakes in the world?

    Emailed in my Lynda Boreman

  • Punched, Threatened & Humiliated That Was My 9 Year Olds Reality

    Punched, threatened, excluded and humiliated; that was my daughter’s reality at just nine years old.I was sick of watching her slowly destroy my daughter. The worst thing was the lack of support. Teachers would tell me they hadn’t seen anything, everything was fine at school, or even worse, there’s nothing more we can do.

    I’d wake with waves of anxiety flooding my body. The guilt of not being able to protect my little girl was immense.She was too fearful to speak up. I began to be known as the mum who always complained.She remained quiet and well-behaved. I got angrier, exhausted and absolutely sick of being intimidated and shamed for speaking up.Thankfully the bullying went too far even by the school’s standards – there was mention of a knife being brought to school the following day. No need to explain that the very next person I spoke to wasn’t the school, wasn’t any of the professionals that had let us down for so long, I phoned the police.Would it actually have happened?

    You’d like to think not but even the child’s mum told me she wouldn’t put it past her daughter to do it just to prove a point.  Did things change after that? Yes, but it was temporary. It didn’t take long for the sleepless nights, tummy aches and anxiety to take over our lives again but it did stop eventually, and permanently this time.

    It wasn’t any one thing that made the bullying stop and it certainly wasn’t anything the school or the bully did! In a nutshell, it was just that WE had had enough, not in a tired, beaten, frustrated way but in a ‘my boundaries are rock solid and I’ll do what it takes to enforce them’ kind of way.  And in that moment of clarity was what it took to make the bullying stop.  I was beyond hoping the teachers would help. I’d lost complete faith in the adults I had entrusted my daughters care to.

    My daughter had learned the hard way that adults aren’t always there to protect you and they don’t always know best!It was Christmas Day evening. The day had been great yet come bedtime my daughter was in tears. Not because she was over excited and tired but because it had dawned on her that she was halfway through the school holidays and we were now on the decline towards the return to school. And she was scared.  

    The fear of being bullied is bad enough but to know that you’ve to face that alone because the adults who are meant to look after you aren’t, would be enough to tip anyone over the edge. Something inside of me snapped.  I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t even resentful. I was determined.I looked my daughter in the eye and gave her permission to do whatever she needed to do to make this stop. I told her she could hit back if she needed to. I told her she could scream, shout, argue with the teachers, do anything to make sure she was safe at school. And I promised her that no matter what she did, even if the teachers told her off I would back her.

    Actually, I told her it would be a good idea to really kick-off because then the teachers might call me into school, and they might start to see how terrified she really was, how much she was hurting.That was the turning point.  Looking back I think that moment was a culmination of things that resulted in my daughter realising her own strength. One reason is that I believed in her ability. She knew I really understood how much others had let her down and how unacceptable that was. She felt how determined I was and that I was completely behind her, 100%, no matter what. She felt heard, understood and ultimately I think she needed permission to not be the good girl who kept putting up with the crap because the adults around her told her she ‘just needed to ignore it’ as if she was making a big deal of nothing.

    I tell you what when your child tells you they don’t want to live their life anymore, there are no words. I only wish the teachers had taken us more seriously before it had got to that point.The good news is that we did make the bullying stop and my daughter is thriving. We learned so much from our experience, and for that I am grateful.Through our experience, I recognised the gaping hole where easily accessible, immediate advice and support should have been. So once our lives were back on track I volunteered for a bullying helpline but after 4 years I didn’t feel I was doing enough.

    I needed to provide what we had been in desperate need of, and so my business was born, supporting parents in protecting their kids from bullying.  All parents are welcome, whether their child is being bullied, has been bullied, worries about being bullied, or they are the one who is bullying.

    I never want to hear of a family so isolated and unsupported that they feel there’s just no option but to put up with it or hide. Bullying is not okay and you know what? The bystanders are just as bad as the bullies! In the words of Benjamin Franklin, “Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.”If bullying is something you worry about you can find me and other parents who understand in our free group on Facebook, The Mums Hub (https://www.facebook.com/groups/574353102769101/) , my Facebook page (www.Facebook.com/gemmaehills), or you can email me at contact@gemmahills.com.  No judgement just understanding.

  • Who Are The Parents? You’re Failing At Parenting

    I witnessed something shocking last night around 10.30pm in Colchester, Essex, that sums up how bad our society is becoming. A group of 14 yr olds set upon a young boy, and as you would expect, his father came out to disperse the little shits. All 8 of them then set about the father and kicked and punched him to the head, and while he was down, the girls then proceeded to kick him in the face while he was down.

    3 of us ran out to his aid and dispersed these idiots, who then wanted to take us on. We helped the guy into the recovery position and called the police.

    The worst of the group were the foul-mouthed girls who I would have been ashamed to have called my daughter.

    The question is .. Who are the parents ? The ultimate failures, the ones that take no responsibility for their children.

    Well I wonder how proud they feel this morning, and everyday of their failed parenting ?

     I hope the Parents of these disgraceful kids get exposed, and begin taking some responsibility. In the first instance, wondering where their 13 and 14 yr olds are at 10.30 at night !!

    What is the world coming to when Children are showing no respect to anyone. Bring back corporal punishment, it never did my generation any harm, in fact it demonstrated there were unpleasant consequences for your actions. Something that is clearly absent from young people’s lives these days.

    When I was young we wouldn’t have dared to even talk back to an adult let alone physically and verbally attacked someone, had we been caught doing something we shouldn’t have, just the threat of them telling our parents stopped our antics.

    Parents are failing children, is it really that hard to discipline your children, to teach them right from wrong and give them some damn consequences for their actions.

  • My Son Is Being Punished For Being Bullied

    My son is 7 and has dyspraxia and is on the autistic spectrum, he also has an irritable bladder.

    He is a kind, smart and sensitive boy, he likes to hug people and sometimes says things he shouldn’t, he struggles to make friends as he is “different”, with his bladder he sometimes has wet patches in his trousers especially when he is stressed however teachers say he is a perfect pupil eager to please and a hard worker.

    But my boy is being bullied by this one particular girl, she says my boy is ugly because he has freckles and that he smells of wee, anything my son touches she refuses to use and tells everyone its covered in germs, she taunts him, shoves him kicks him and gets others to follow suit.

    Last month my son came home from school and got sandpaper and tried to rub his freckles off, he washes constantly and cries himself to sleep.

    As his mum I’ve been into the school and spoke to his teacher on numerous occasions even spoke to the head and this girls parents.

    My son seemed happier for a short time until 4 days before half term where this one girl chucked a rock at his eye during play time again I spoke to the school.

    The next day I asked my son had this girl been horrible to him and to my surprise he said no, I was pleased that the school had finally dealt with her.

    But I was then shocked to discover the reason why my son hadn’t been bullied was because he had been placed in isolation!!!

    The school have effectively punished my son for being a victim of bullying.

    The school can’t seem to deal with this 7-year-old girl and protect my child by keeping him on his own but this won’t help my  childs social development and he feels he has done wrong for telling on her, as his mum i want to protect him but other than pulling him out of the school completely which will be very very stressful for him as change is hard for him what on earth can I do, I feel helpless.

    I didn’t send my son back to school for the rest of the week and I’m still unsure what to do when he is due to return to school on Monday.

    What would you do in this situation?