Today is A level results day. Ever since my Son got his results I have found today a very stressful day. My son got his results 8 years ago and I still feel the pain of it. He was all set to go to Uni. Excited for the future. Had been working his socks off.
He didn’t get the grades he needed and it all but crushed him. I’d never ever seen him in the state he got himself into that night. I thought he would do something stupid. To see him like that was dreadful. I hope I never see anything like that again. School couldn’t care less. I felt as far as they were concerned he had his results and washed their hands of him. He had no plan B.
I managed to get him on a course through clearing, a good Uni too, but by then he had hit rock bottom. As far as he was concerned he had failed. Failed at life and was a failure. I spent the next year doing my best to support him every way I could. He then took a year out and lived in his room for a full year. Grew a beard. Did nothing but do on line gaming. Never went out.
mom the last day the he at he could say he was going back, signed back on. Spent the next 2 years surviving but not living. He passed with a 2:2.
He used his degree to get on a grad course in a completely different field than he started out in. He loved it. Lives in the City now. Successful, happy, healthy. This long tale is to say what ever happens today with your results it’s not the be all and end all. It’s the beginning. I just hope none of your kids hit the low mine did. It still traumatises me now. Good luck to you and know whatever happens it’s probably for a reason. I wish you the very best.