“Daddy, I don’t want to go to school anymore. They tease me.”
It has come to light that my little 5-year old peanut of a daughter is being teased in kindergarten. At recess, she walks around the playground by herself. Kindergartners who have older siblings are taught early on how to stick the knife in. 9-Year Old Daughter has sailed through school without any of this nonsense, so this is new to me. Something biological kicks in when you discover your child is being picked on. A chemical reaction. It has fostered a swelling of anger in me that I’ve never experienced before.
Every class has one kid who is singled out and relentlessly hammered by everyone else. I had a bit of a problem with being picked on back in Eastpark Elementary School, but it was nothing as compared to what happened to poor Joy Keck. You didn’t want to get near Joy or you would get “Joy Keck germs.” Her torment continued straight through Midpark High. I don’t recall her having one friend. I’d love to report that after high school, Joy gave Cleveland the middle finger and is now a successful cardiologist with homes in Beverly Hills and Geneva. But the truth is she committed suicide.
My greatest fear is that if we don’t get a handle on this, it’ll snowball and there’ll be no end to it. She’ll end up with the same low self-esteem her father is plagued with.