I’ve been teaching unaccompanied asylum seeking children for over twenty years now. It’s been one of my main roles in all the secondary schools I’ve worked in since the mid nineties.
Some may be a bit older - I think that was more the case fifteen or more years ago - but the vast majority are clearly around the age they have been put at ( and some genuinely don’t know their age).
I think as a whole they add a lot to our society. They are usually hard working and keen to fit in, massively grateful for the chance of a warm home, enough to eat and more than anything, an education. Some of them have done extraordinarily well - entering good universities and becoming high earning, tax paying citizens.
But their journeys - both actual and metaphorical - are littered with huge trauma, violence, incredible grief and loss, sadness, fear, isolation, danger... everything we try to protect our precious children from at any cost. It really isn’t something anyone would send their child to do so they can have a better fridge, designer shoes and a pension. You wouldn’t do it, you wouldn’t send your beloved child away without being absolutely desperate for his safety.