I am a bad mum. I have been thinking long and hard, and I am in tears at the discovery that I am slowly destroying my own son.
I am a coldhearted destructive mum. I am full of love for him, I want all the best for him, but at any sign of trouble I turn into an utter bitch. My behaviour towards him is obscene.
We start out doing homework, and he does not understand, and I get frustrated, and off I go. I tell him I am disappointed, that surely he must understand this? His eyes are full of sorrow, but I dont stop at that, oh, now, through share frustration at not being able to explain it to him so he understands, and with him for not being able to grasp it, I call him stupid. Luckily I manage to catch myself and stop any further homework attempts when we get to that point.
Why can I not be nice and understanding, and nurturing? I am a good mum in all other instances. I am good when we do reading, and literacy, but not maths.
Why can I not coach him through it without losing it with him?
Maybe I should let my husband do maths homework?
My entire child hood I was told I was worthless, and ugly, and stupid, a Devils child. My mum would rant and rave at me, she would pounce through the house, I used to be so scared and hide in my room.
There were different kinds of punishments in my house depending on how mad she was. Bedpunishment, I had to stay in bed and not come out for an hour or so. Outdoor punishment, I had to stay outside of the house, in the garden (whatever the weather) for an hour or so. Or indoor punishment, I was refused to go out for a whole day, and friends would be turned away. I really dont think I used to be that bad....
She also kept a one meter long twig from a beerch three in the cupboard and chase me around the house with it, and beat me across my bare bottom.
It is not an excuse I know. I dont have coping skills. I feel frustrated and confused and dont know how to handle it when my son cant understand his homework.
I have never exercised any of those punishments on him. I am a loving and caring mum, BUT I cannot handle seeing him unable to understand maths concepts.
Now that I have written it all down, I hope I can manage to start afresh. STOP my behaviour while he still have some confidence left in his young body.
Now, please feel free to shout abuse at me. I deserve it more than anybody.