In the early 80's my parents had me in a privet school and it was a struggle on my parents and my self. I feel to this day I should have never been there, but when I think back on my life would my life had been any better who knows.
Most my education in this school with limited to being bullied by other students as well as some of the teachers. The combination between having dyslexia and being bullied caused me to have depression. My parents sent me to psychologist two different ones that I remember. One had me in hospital for almost a month and the other suggested that I drink coffee.
So once a day a teacher took me to the kitchen at the school and had me drink a cup of coffee with honey. I don't know what that did if any thing.
It was strange to be the one kid with coffee breath. It is one thing to be the brown noising kid that knows all the answers and is the teacher's pet. But for the other kids to think I am on a coffee break with the teacher and that is why I am not at recess.
Most my education in this school with limited to being bullied by other students as well as some of the teachers. The combination between having dyslexia and being bullied caused me to have depression. My parents sent me to psychologist two different ones that I remember. One had me in hospital for almost a month and the other suggested that I drink coffee.
So once a day a teacher took me to the kitchen at the school and had me drink a cup of coffee with honey. I don't know what that did if any thing.
It was strange to be the one kid with coffee breath. It is one thing to be the brown noising kid that knows all the answers and is the teacher's pet. But for the other kids to think I am on a coffee break with the teacher and that is why I am not at recess.
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