or accept that there *is* a problem?
I HATED School ........ I would play truant. Until Mum was ready for me one morning, with hat and coat on, she marched me round to the Senior School where Dad had the car, he was a teacher there. The humiliation of walking through that Play ground with all the Big Girls watching
has remained!!!! He drove me to the Primary saying 'don't you want to go to school again?' but no one asked me why. I was shy. Mum never let me socialise, so parties at children's homes were horrendous. That was the beginning of my anxiety surges.
I don't think parents had a choice 'in my day'?