Hi guys,
Thought you might like the perspective of an ex-traunter. I'm 19 now and in my third year at university but when I was about 14/15 (Scottish Year 3 and 4) I attended 1 full day a month at most and had all sorts turning up at my mums door and sending threatening letters about what would happen if I didn't start attending.
I think it partially was laziness but mostly because I hated the school system and felt like it infantilised everything we did - raising hands to go to the bathroom, getting parental signatures on every piece of homework, it was very much a "act like an adult but be treated like a child" type of scenario that frustrated me. My mum and I used to have screaming matches when she'd find out I hadn't gone in for yet another day. Looking back I caused her a great deal of stress and pain which I'm sorry for now. The mere thought of going in and having to make small chat with some of the most shallow and cruel people on the face of the earth (just the way a lot of teenagers are unfortunately) would make me burst into tears however I couldn't express that to my family without them thinking I was insane. There was a huge difference from the values my mom had taught me of be kind to everyone etc to what the kids practiced at school. Even if my mum dropped me at the school gates in the morning I would leave by breaktime to go home to go back to bed.
Even though I wasn't doing much, I was exhausted all the time and just wanted to sleep/be in my safe space which was my bedroom. The GP would only look at it as PMS, it was only after a few failed suicide attempts that I got referred to CAMHS and started CBT which I hated even more as I knew what I was feeling, I was just stuck in a rut of thinking I would never get out.
Most adults would say the same thing when I said I hated school "that's life, you've got to get on with it." Turning point was being assigned a disciplinary/guidance mentor in the form of the city's very gentle ex police chief who worked as a mentor after retirement bored him. He never once shouted at me or lost his patience with me if I didn't show up to school; if I didn't show up for a week because of my mental health, he wouldn't ask me where I'd been, he would just start with "this is what you missed, would you like me to arrange some after school support for you?" He knew forcing me to come in would make me feel a lot worse rather than waiting till I had built up the strength to face them. A lot of the time, I would skip the whole day of school and then come in for whatever subjects after school support because I didn't have to be around the same horrible kids who assumed things like my short hair meant I was a lesbian etc. He didn't say "get on with it", he instead said "is there anything else you can do at home?" and found ways to work around my depression. He would drop off my school assignments at the end of the day and I would have them emailed back to the different teachers by 9pm every night. If he caught me on a cigarette break, instead of getting me in trouble for smoking, he would just ask what class I had next and had I done my homework: he didn't focus on arbitrary discipline measures but instead on my education. In his words "we're not here to parent you, we're here to teach you". Things like school uniform didn't bother him, if I had forgot my tie, so what? I had showed up with homework completed. He helped me look at university brochures and told me I could go a year earlier as well which was the real changing point of "instead of 2 years with these people you hate, you could push forward and get it down in 1. You just need to start coming to school more" I even spoke to his wife who was an retired engineering professor from the local university who told me about how much more independent the studying was in higher education and how students had a lot more freedom in what they studied rather than just straight out of the class textbook; there was no stopping class all the time for disciplinary problems either as everybody wanted to be there and the lectures had zero tolerance for nonsense as the people who paid tuition didn't pay for it. He sat on his lunch break and helped me book the megabus tickets to go to university open days with my birthday money. He'd write me notes to go sit in the library and work on my coursework during gym as he knew the alternative was me just leaving for the day and not coming back. If he caught me leaving school grounds because I felt I couldn't cope he wouldn't berate me or try to make me stay, he would just text my mum "Sam's on her way home, she seems okay, just tired, I'm not worried." A 62 year old man who had spent his life working with criminals understood the boundaries and limitations of mental illness better than any of the young psychologists they sent to see me. I remember the day my mum found all the university guides in my room and her saying "it's a bit early to start looking" at which I point I told her that Mr Murdoch had already helped me fill in my UCAS application form and I had applied to the college as a back up. My mum invited him over for dinner to say thank you and she attended the open days with me happily. Think even now she is shocked that I went from the kid who was 3-4 hours late every day to attending the best business university in the UK, despite having to move 2-3 hours away from my safe space.
A lot of kids are like me where pushing just doesn't work: my mum tried to teach me to ride my bike till I was about 8 years old at which point she gave up: when I was 9, I taught myself without any push, motivation or supervision from anyone. School really isn't for everyone and that doesn't mean they are being bullied, it just means they don't suit the system. Most teachers are glad to have kids who actually want to do the work but can't rather than kids who can do the work but just decide not to, it doesn't bother them if your kids work from home and just come in for the tests. I was the youngest in my first year class at university at age 16 however I immediately adapted to the university learning style while most of my peers who had stayed for all 6 years of high school struggled to do things independently having relied on school homework planners and their mums reminding them to do things for so long. I never did Prom or the 6th year field trip, I never was prefect or house captain and honestly I'm glad. When I hear people talk about high school being the best years of their life, I struggle to understand because my life's only gotten better and better now I've left. Have faith in your kids and don't just assume they're being lazy. Mental illness is like having this block on your brain where you know how you should be behaving but there's a magnetic force saying "you can't".
Push through it. I have a much closer relationship with my mum now than when I was truanting. She always stuck up for me in front of others despite our fights behind close doors.