I was in school in the 80s and 90s. I hated school and didn't want to go. I ran away from school. No one noticed. I used to hide in the forest instead of going to school.
My mum was too busy being beaten black and blue by my step dad to notice my issues. As if I could say "hey mum, I don't like school! I don't want to go". A joke really, she had her own problems.
No one noticed or cared, not the teachers, or kids in school, nor family. No letter home, no fuss kicked up.
So fuss, no record of anything untoward. Got Gs and Us in GCSEs. There was absolutely nothing in place to pick up this quiet kid who was falling through the cracks.
I think today, I would have been picked up by someone. A teacher perhaps.
But in the 80s and early 90s, no one, and I mean no one, gave a shiny shit about the failing, broken, quirky, quiet girl.
AuDHD, diagnosed this year at age 47. I'm part of the Lost Generation.
The fact that kids CAN kick up a stink and be noticed, is actually a massive privilege I was never afforded. It means someone cares they are struggling.