IguanaTail ouch! You think you might know how to help but you are put off saying?
Another story (which may be related, but may be not): Yesterday I went to collect both boys from school. The parents park in a public car park about 1/4 mile from the school. DS2 appeared and got in the front seat, and we waited fro Ds1 to arrive. Eventually, I saw him coming into sight. He was walking oddly, sort of scurrying, I thought to myself that I wish he was easy in his skin, like Ds2. Just as he went to cross the road, he turned round as the boy near him said something. Then DS1 got into the car and his chin started wobbling. I asked what the boy had said, and Ds1 told me (it was nothing offensive). I could see Ds1 was about to cry though, so i asked if he was ok. Then he punched the back of the seat and started sobbing. I heard him say something about how he hates his life.
We were in the middle of a car park, with hundreds of children who go to his school all around. I thought the best thing was to get him out of there before someone saw him cry. By the time we got home, he'd pulled himself together and went back to that bright, but brittle, look he always has on his face these days. I asked why he had been upset and he said he didn't know but he was sure it was nothing. The subtext was that there was no way he was going to let me or DH try to help him. He knows we have other, serious worries right now, maybe that's why he won't share. Maybe he believes we can't help him.
I know DS isn't popular at school with the other boys. He tries to hide his interests from the boys in his class and he just doesn't seem to share their's (computer games mainly). He feels like an outcast - if he displays his subject knowledge in class, he sounds like a know it all. So, he keeps quiet, scared to reveal himself as a nerd but without the confidence to fake being anything else. He often goes whole weeks without speaking to anyone - he has taken to playing football at break, so it could be worse.
There is no doubt about it that he'd be better off in a different (paid-for) environment, but DH and I cannot even begin to afford it. So we plough on, trying to make the best of it and always hoping that it will get better next year.
The other posters on this thread will have different outcomes (I hope). However, this belief, held by so many who don't have highly able children, that we are smug or boastful and our children deserve no help is just wrong and very, very unjust.