
My nine-year-old son hates school. He will beg us not to take him and to have the day off instead. Even on the weekends and holidays he often pleads to NOT go to school when it’s next on.
One day last year I had an appointment at the school with the visiting paediatrician and my son had to attend at the end to be weighed and measured. After the doctor was finished taking his measurements, my son sat behind me on the couch cowering and whispering to me, insistently repeating:
Please don’t make me go back to class.
Please don’t make me go back to class.
Please don’t make me go back to class.
Please don’t make me go back to class.
Over and over again. It was nightmarish and distressing.
He was highly distraught, and that made me feel very distressed.
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I couldn’t make my son go back to class in that state. The paediatrician didn’t offer any help, and I didn’t know what to do. I was scared that the staff might forcibly detain him, so I just took his hand and walked out of the school gates with him. I called my work and told them I’d be working from home the rest of the day.