When people ask why we're not sending our daughter to school, I can always sense what they're really wondering: Do we actually know what we're doing?
It's a reasonable thing to wonder. Most parents follow the familiar route. You enrol your child, trust the system and hope it sets them up well. But for Jack and me, that route doesn't line up with what we understand about learning, the world our kids are growing into, or who our daughter Ariella is.
This decision isn't theoretical for me; it's deeply personal.
By the time I was in my final year of high school, my self-esteem had reached such a low point that I would often dissociate from the environment altogether. I was mute. I didn't even take a pen or a notebook; my school bag was empty, like my spirit.
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I attended seven different schools growing up. I experienced bullying. I also previously worked in a role which gave me insight into the education department from the inside. I saw how the system operates, and more importantly, what it prioritises.
That's the system that 'worked.' That's what I survived. And now I'm supposed to trust it with my daughter?
























