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This is about my life with Parkinson's. Everyone is different and may see things very differently. I hate the tendency to describe things as a "journey". When I go on a journey, I have choices; Where, when and how. Having Parkinson's is a condition, an unpleasant, progressive one and it relentlessly steals your quality of life. Although this blog is about my life with Parkinson's, not every post has Parkinson's in the front. Life is about more than your condition.
Anecdotal. It seems that my own schooling was idyllic compared to stories I hear from almost everyone else. I cannot, for example, say that any of my teachers could be described as a psychopath.
ReplyDeleteHowever, in my primary school there was one who was undoubtedly a bully: he picked on one particular classmate of mine with relentless cruelty, frequently with added brutality. He was probably too young to have fought in the war, but thinking about it now I suspect he might have been conditioned by some National Service experience.
In my secondary education there were two or three teachers who had served during the war with distinction, and they were anything but psychopathic. They weren't even the most rigid disciplinarians in the Common Room.
So, er, I dunno. Everyone's different, innit, yeah?
I am profoundly grateful that my school experience was always a joy, never a terror. Working life, however...
I have to say that my primary schooling was ok except for two teachers. I wouldn't describe it as a joy however. I had five different primaries..
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand my secondary school was miserable.
Work has been a strange mix .
You are right, it takes all sorts!