reply to post by PW229
I cannot speak for anyone else, but when I was a kid, all I wanted to do was get educated and help get my family out of the appalling mess we were in
financialy. Me and my sister thought that a slap up meal consisted of cheese with our beans on toast, thats how skint we were. My mother raised me
basicaly single handed, and my sister too, even though my father was around. He was a cold and distant piece of crap, and as it turned out was as bad
a husband to my mother, as he was a father to me and my sister, left the family home when I was fifteen. I say this not as a sob story , but to
illustrate that I had far from an idyllic life as a child.
At school, aged about five onward until I left school, I was the beating post for every gang of scum that ever walked on two legs. Simply speaking,
other kids , for some reason wanted to make my life miserable. Group beatings every day , assaults on my character also daily, threats, thefts,
basicaly every kind of abuse you could think of except sexual. No teacher ever made a difference to that situation, or ever investigated the violence
enacted on me, leave alone actualy sanctioning an individual in any way on my behalf .The school was failing, and the severity and regular nature of
the assaults on me would have had the place closed. My mother was on anti depressive medication at the time, and was incapable of fighting my corner
in those early years, and my father thought that his only role was to work and get payed and did nothing to help. I had arrived for my first day at
school with interests in science, books, art, poetry, and music. By the time I left primary school I didnt much care wether I lived or died, as long
as I didnt have to put up with thier crap any more.
I chose to go to a senior school a little further from me than I could have chosen, figured it would be an idea to get a fresh start. It was fresh,
it was all new. It was worse. Within a year I was one of a small minority of kids who did not take a knife everywhere but the playing feild. I learned
more about self defense that first year, than I had learned about any of my interests. I never wanted to have to hurt people. I loved my neighbour.
None the less, I had to learn to strike out in defense of my life, or I would have been mush.
None the less, I retained a sense of right and wrong. Of what is decent, and what is not. It is utterly impossible that EVERY child who ever caused
me grief, or fought me out of spite and pride, and a desire to look good for thier mates, was raised by coke heads and lager louts. I happen to know
that some of the least approachable scumbags I had to deal with on a regular basis were from affluent backgrounds, wanted for nothing, and had deeply
attentive parents ( you learn alot at parent and teacher evenings,by simply paying attention).
The reason I have said all this , is to illustrate that the problems that cause this symptom, this ragged and brutal attitude in the youth of today ,
has NOTHING to do with quality of home life, and nothing to do with wether or not a child has had a hard time of it when young. It is that most kids
havent developed enough decency and respect for thier families and society, because they know they cannot be stopped until they are taller, and
stronger, and they figure that means they need NEVER stop being scum.That is the function of the mindset of the people causing the problems.
The answer is very simple. Education. We let kids know where the lines in the sand are, and when they are crossed, they must be properly dealt with,
rather than being coddled, and insulated from responsibility for thier actions. Only proper expirience of cause and effect can possibly change the
current trend in the youth, to be feral .