I’m anti-boarding school like maddd! If you check my page, you’ll see that I’m very vocal about my stance. DO NOT send your children to boarding school! The downside is wayyy more than the upside.
All those talks about “boarding school shaped me,” yada yada, is just copium. Anyone who attended one, especially from JSS1–SS3, needs to see a therapist.
* I eat too fast. I literally have to tell myself to calm down, that nobody is counting for me anymore.
* I do not know how to miss people. Not friends. Not family. Not people I care about. It is not as though I don’t love them; I have just lost the ability to miss people. Out of sight = out of mind.
* Do you know that a decade later, I still dream about boarding school every other week? I’m sure a lot of people who attended one can relate as well.
* In boarding school, you are bullied so much that, at some point, it starts feeling like your new normal. And the reason that pattern is never broken is because the SS1 students you bullied in SS3 are desperately waiting for their own turn when they get to SS3, so they can finally do the same thing to the new set of SS1 students. A vicious cycle.
I’m not here to invalidate anyone’s experience. Some of you may argue that the best six years of your life were the ones you spent in boarding school. Those of you who share this sentiment are the minority.
No child should spend the formative years of their life in a boarding school. If I co-exist with someone who attended one for just one hour, I can already tell because of the similar habits, often bad ones, that we share. You end up always on edge. It is bad.
Imagine waking up every day of your life as a teenager by 5:30am, knowing fully well that no matter how well-behaved you are, there is always some punishment or strokes of the cane, belt, hanger, chain, cutlass, or slaps lurking around for you.
You are either sitting on your head, hanging on the wall, frog-jumping, rolling in the mud, crawling long distances on gravel, giving up your meals and provisions to your seniors, as a TEENAGER.
Imagine someone giving you N100 to go to the tuck shop, buy something worth N500, and still be asked to return N200 change?
Imagine having to hide to eat your own provisions, hiding your cutlery, belt, sandals, perfumes, e.t.c., simply because someone can just tell you to hand them over and there’s nothing you can do about it? Yeah, that is how bad it is.
I’ll continue preaching this for those who care to listen: do not send your children to boarding school. I went to one; now they don’t have to go through the same thing.
Are there upsides? Of course. But when the downside of something outweighs the upside, it is no longer healthy.
If you don’t want to raise children who will end up as adults with teenage trauma, do not send them to boarding schools. I hope you take this seriously.
In 1988 Dolly Parton pulled every 7th and 8th grader in Sevier County into a room and told them to pick a buddy.
She made them sign a contract.. if BOTH graduate, she hands you both $500. One fails, nobody gets paid.
The county dropout rate went from 35% to 6%.
She handed out the checks herself.
In 1989 she offered $500 to every kid in the county who wanted to go to the local college.
When Gatlinburg burned in 2016, she sent 900 families $1,000 a month for six months.
You've probably heard that part.
Here's the part you haven't:
The fund raised more than expected, so she showed up in May and handed every one of those families another $5,000 on top.
Then she quietly put $3 million into the recovery group that handles the years after the news trucks leave.
She built her county an entire hospital.
She played a benefit concert in 2007, Dollywood and the Stampede matched it, and LeConte Medical Center opened in 2010 with a birthing unit and a women's center in it.
In 2022 she started covering 100% of tuition, books, and fees for Dollywood employees.
Full-time, part-time, AND seasonal.
In 1991 she paid for a bald eagle sanctuary because the birds couldn't be released back into the wild, no press release.
And when Hurricane Helene came through here in Western North Carolina, she wrote a personal check for $1 million and her companies matched it.
She didn't owe North Carolina anything, but she helped us anyway.
She started the Imagination Library because her daddy couldn't read or write. Before he passed, he told her it was the most important thing she ever did.
Rest in Peace, Dolly 🇺🇸
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I never considered my neurodivergence to be a disability until I became a parent
And I lost access to vast amounts of alone time...which was my load bearing coping skill
unless you’re naturally a music lover, no one warns you how you’ll become less interested with new music the older you get, & you just go back to all your old favorite songs
Women’s hormones drop 1000x in just 72 h after birth. It’s a literal hormonal shock. It’s the sharpest hormonal crash a body can survive. Estrogen crashes from peak pregnancy levels to near zero. Progesterone plummets over 1000%. The endocrine system rewrites itself to stop pregnancy and start lactation. All while her organs shift back, her uterus contracts, and she bleeds for weeks. All that while taking care of a newborn 24/7. God forbid she doesn’t feel like herself or is moody.
For thousands of years, babies slept with their mothers. When they cried, they were attended to. Then two men came along: Dr. Holt and John B. Watson. They said babies should be trained. That babies had to fit the assembly line schedules of their parents. "Newborns must cry to expand their lungs," they claimed. "Simply let them cry it out." And that's how the "cry it out" sleep training method was born. Watson treated babies like experiments. "Never hug or kiss your child," he wrote. "Shake hands with them in the morning." After all, mothers needed rest, to attend to their husbands and households. Watson had four children. Three attempted suicide. One succeeded. And we still follow it today. Because once you convince a mother to ignore her baby's cries, you've broken something primal.
On paper it is gorgeous. Two toothbrushes in one cup. Tiny socks on the radiator. Someone whose face you know in the dark reaching for you at 3:12 and not leaving. A small person with your eyes and their laugh eating cereal too slowly before school. It sounds like the closest thing to safety we have ever invented.
But a lot of people did not grow up watching love look like that. They grew up watching marriage be a war that never declared itself out loud. 19:40 on a Tuesday, plates not quite slammed, voices just quiet enough for the neighbors not to hear. A father sleeping on the couch for three years. A mother doing the emotional admin for five people and getting a wilted bouquet once a year as a receipt. The child learns quickly that forever can be a threat as easily as it is a promise.
You say mini mes. A lot of people hear smaller witnesses. Witnesses to debt. To screaming in the car park. To one parent disappearing for six months and calling it adjusting. Some bodies carry the memory of being the kid who held the camera and took the Christmas photo where nobody spoke to each other for two days after. They do not crave that house. They crave never putting anyone through it.
There is another layer no one likes talking about because it sounds too practical for a sacred topic. Mortgage rates that bite. Groceries that feel like a test. Friends burning out in two jobs and still wondering if they can afford a dentist, не те що дитину. Bodies that already wake tired. The idea of bringing in a small, breakable person is not just cute to them. It is a spreadsheet with red numbers and a nervous system that shakes.
And then there are the ones who were never told they were allowed to want something for themselves first. To them, choosing no partner and no kids for now is not selfishness. It is the first act of self parenting. It is finally learning to feed the part of them that was always the one doing the caretaking. They are not missing the desire. Sometimes they are surgically removing the compulsion put in them by a culture that treated women as wombs and men as wallets.
Some people hear spouse and feel warmth. Others hear spouse and feel a hand closing over their life. Some people look at a child and feel their chest widen. Others look at their own sleep schedule, their own untreated trauma, their own rage in traffic and think not yet, not like this. That is not nihilism. That is responsibility. The bravest thing some people will ever do is break the chain by not adding another link.
Marriage and children can be the most beautiful thing. They can also be the most efficient way to hide from yourself. It is easy to call it forever if you have never sat with your own loneliness without a witness. It is easy to say mini me if you have not yet met the parts of you that should not be replicated without serious editing. Many people want to arrive to that altar and that nursery with less unprocessed violence in their hands. That takes time. That looks from the outside like drifting.
If you are lucky enough to want it and still be soft when you picture it, hold that gently. Do not turn your hunger into a ruler you hit others with. The world has given plenty of reasons to be afraid of binding contracts and tiny hearts. Climate, war, courts, childhood bedrooms where love was conditional on performance. Not everyone has healed enough to gamble a child on their hope.
Ask people what they want under all the noise. Some will say a partner and kids. Some will say a room, a dog, three good friends and work that feels honest. Some will say I do not know yet, I was never given space to ask. The distance is not as far as it looks. Everyone is hunting the same thing under different packaging. A place where their nervous system can stop scanning the door. A hand that stays. A tomorrow that is not a threat.
You can stand in your dream of spouse and children without needing the whole planet to agree.