

A mum shares her story.
I’ve always taught my children to embrace technology. As a point of difference from most families, I allow my children to self-regulate their use, trusting them to use their own judgement about when too much is too much.
There’s only been one time that gave me pause, and that was when my son was brought to tears by awful cyberbullying.
There’s nothing more excruciating than witnessing your child being bullied (in any form). I was bullied as a child – the old-fashioned way, to my face – by a very mean little girl, while the entire school population watched my humiliation. Every single burning feeling of shame flooded back the day I discovered my son was being cyberbullied. He’s 11 and very proud. He hardly ever cries, so I knew it was serious. I knew someone had gotten to him.
It took hours to get out of him exactly what had happened. He didn’t want to tell me. That’s the most dangerous thing about bullying. When your kids are little they tell you and their teachers pretty much everything, however as they get older, they learn not to ‘dob’ and start clamming up.
So they suffer in silence, feeling helpless.
