DD's friend is only 7, about to turn 8. She expresses no feelings about it. She doesn't really talk about it. But there's a trimming down of her life at home... toys being given away, early childhood being tidied up and permanently put to bed, home becoming a place to visit rather than a place to be a part of. She'll leave at 8 and that will be it
State boarding from 11. Dad in the RAF. Only 80 pupils in the boarding house. Run by the 6th formers - with a definite hierarchy. Houseparents no where to be seen. Wait - they were drunk half the time.
Not allowed to write home till we had been there 3 weeks. Parents lived far away so we went home at holidays. Because we kept moving around, it was hard to make friends with local kids on the base as they weren't there. Made school friends but didn't socialise much with them at the weekends as we were controlled over what we could do.
Discipline maintained by 6th formers. You can imagine that.
Lord of the Flies is real. Trust me.
Home never felt like home. It was a place to go to but I knew it was back to school soon.
I still find it really hard to make friends and to trust people. I struggled to know what it was to mean someone to somebody. I know my family thought they were doing the right thing and I got a good education - but it fucked me up in so many ways.
That's why I value every minute I spend with DS and why I want to be a great parent to him. My mum died a long time ago and doesn't know what happened. DF knows a bit but only my therapist knows what really happened. Even then, there are still bits I don't talk about.