In the decade since I’ve been doing this work – there’s a new set of labels emerging. Anxiety. Depression. Unmotivated. Uninterested. In their rooms. Chained to their devices.
How did we get to here?
Below there is always a story. A difference. ‘I can’t fit in.’
creative. Expressive. A dream unspoken.
Oh I’ve been told them all.
I’ve not needed thumb screws. I’ve simply needed to care. To ask. To take an interest. To ask in a way of sure you can – I won’t laugh. Everything is possible.
They haven’t got a sickness. Unless not feeling they can fit in. Not being built like an ox. Not being made of stone heart. Still having a soul.
Caring. They all care.
Possibly a little bit too much about the power trip teacher. The bully unchecked. The harrows of the school bus. To name a few.
How do you label – still has a soul. Broken (almost) by school?