OK I'll bite. First thing to note is that in this post "my mom" and "my family" refers to my biological mother and family, whom I lived with until age 20. I'm in a much better, more stable situation now and have found a family who actually loves and respects me. Anyway, here's my homeschool story.
I was homeschooled my entire life, never even set foot into a public school until I was 22 or 23 (dropping off and picking up a roommate's child), and I've only known a total of three other homeschool families personally. One was in our neighborhood when I was a child, and the other two I met online in groups that had absolutely nothing to do with homeschooling, we just became close and opened up to each other over time about it (my mom only knew about the one, since I was 11 and didn't have a way to keep any secrets, not to mention was naive enough to still hope I could make things work out if I played my cards right; and the other one I was 19 and knew enough by then not to tell her shit).
When my older siblings were younger (before I was school age), they, along with my mom, participated in a homeschool group where they had meetings and events with other families and could get involved in whatever local things were going on and make friends, whereas, I never had that. We had completely stopped associating with anyone else by the time I started school, and it was like everything about our life and family was a secret from everybody.
I was never allowed to have friends (I was allowed to play with the neighbors' kids but ONLY if they invited ME, and only in our front yard or on bikes on our little dead end street; I wasn't allowed to invite them in, go to their houses or yards, or call them my friends; and any time I asked my mom for permission to do anything other than bike or play in the yard she would yell at me), go anywhere without an older sibling or my mom (she was a single parent), or go anywhere with the family during school hours "because someone might think it's suspicious that I'm not in school right now". I was also forbidden to talk about the things we did at home - the movies and shows we watched (they were few), games and activities, everything.
I have autism, ADHD, depression, and a whole list of other things that went undiagnosed for years because I wasn't allowed to go to any doctors except the optometrist (I've had to wear glasses since I was a baby).
My mom is an anti-vaxxer so I always just assumed I was unvaccinated until I was 17 and I overheard her talking to my brother about it so since she had never told me I just straight-up asked. "So, am I vaccinated or not?" She said yes, but that she's regretted it ever since. She says that she had to so that I wouldn't be taken by the Department of Social Services. I'm told we were under investigation for about two years around when I was born, which could account for some of her behavior and paranoia and never wanting to let me out of her sight, despite giving my siblings more freedom even when they were my age or younger, but on the other hand, seeing what I have in more recent years, it's more likely in my opinion that her behavior is what got us under investigation. She always just said it had to do with "false accusations" my sister made (I've been wondering for years now how false they were, if that part is even true at all).
Usually she insisted that neurodivergence (she didn't know that word) and mental disorders like depression, OCD, schizophrenia, the list goes on, were all fake. However, sometimes, she would say that they (specifically ADHD and autism), were caused by vaccinations and that's why they were so "popular nowadays".
A few years ago I read that there were studies associating autism in children with lead poisoning - a condition she told me I was diagnosed with as a baby right before (or after, I don't remember) telling me that the doctor was "lying to get her to pay more money" because apparently there's NO WAY there could be anything "wrong" with one of HER children. (Just a note: it hasn't been proven that there's a connection and I'm pretty sure autism has almost always existed, we just didn't always have words for it and scientific explanations for our brains working differently from each other.)
I have a theory, also unproven, that I WAS diagnosed with autism as a child and that she withheld this information from me in hopes that I could grow up to be "normal". But unless I can get access to all my medical records from back then, I'll never know, and most of the doctors she must have dealt with who might recognize my name have probably retired by now (it's been about 20 years and I know for a fact that my optometrist from around that time retired, so it's not unlikely that others did too; I have no recollection of any of them and I don't know any names to look them up).
But I was never her version of normal. I was always doing something "wrong", despite following her instructions to the letter. Never good enough, no matter what I did. I was a failure. I always just thought there must have been something wrong with me, that I just wasn't trying hard enough and that I could earn her love one day for sure. To put it in perspective, I started contemplating suicide when I was 7 and it's just been in my mind ever since. The belief that everyone would be better off if I was dead. Foreground or background, it's always there. I've lost count of how many times I've attempted, and I've all but given up on it because this many failed attempts either means I really am that much of a failure, or that it was never meant to be.
ANYWAY, back to the actual SCHOOLING part of this guaranteedly-too-long-already post about... homeschooling.
I swear all that was at least partially related.
I didn't have help. I had books. I would sit at my desk and read words I couldn't understand to try to help me figure out work I didn't know how to do.
The only "help" I got was in the form of screaming. I don't know which I heard more, "IT'S NOT THAT HARD" or "I DON'T GET WHAT YOU DON'T GET".
Fortunately in sixth grade, she stopped checking my work entirely. I graded my own tests against the answer sheets, but I made sure to do well for fear of the one time I slack being the one time she would actually check. Any time she was out of the room (which was pretty frequently now that I think about it), I'd just cheat off the answer sheets. And if she did come into the room, I'd waste time pretending to do the work until she left again.
All my siblings had actual graduation parties, with gifts, and family, and they were even allowed to invite friends (my mom failed to take into consideration that she never allowed us to have any). Their graduations were made into a big deal. Celebrated. Mine was just another day. Nobody cared.
All of these things have had a major impact on my whole life, namely, I learned not to share my opinions and feelings with anybody because they might take advantage of me or hurt me, like my family did; I find it almost impossible to make friends and therefore feel like I have to suffer alone forever; I don't know how to talk to people even if I consider them close to me; I don't know how to do basic self-care and hygienic care; and I have absolutely no plans or hope for my future.
What other people my age apparently learned in school was how to do math, how to use proper grammar, where countries and cities are in the world, how to cook, what career they would be best suited for, and how to be self-sufficient while still being able to lean on others when necessary.
What I learned in school was how to cheat the system, how to lie and hide everything and not get caught, how to take care of myself and not depend on anyone for any reason at any time, how to mask my emotions, that it's wrong to have an opinion, not to trust anybody, how to make anything worth eating in the microwave, and, above all, that I am a piece of shit that no one could ever come to love even in my wildest dreams.
Almost certainly more useful information (with exception to the last one), but not exactly the way I wished for a long time that I could have learned all those things.
I am aware that I really went on a tangent here, but that's why I elected to make my own post in stead of tacking my story onto someone else's.
That said, I genuinely don't think there's anything wrong with homeschooling. I think that some parents just really suck at raising their kids to live in this world. Or maybe just kinda suck in general.
I think that there are right ways and wrong ways to homeschool. I think that my mom went about it in a wrong way, but I'm not even entirely sure what I would have wanted her to do differently. I guess treating me like a fellow human being instead of a failed experiment would have been a good start. Or at least treating me as if I was equal to my siblings, despite being the youngest.
But maybe she was right. I haven't done any good for anyone. At least, not that they will tell you. I'm not loved, valued, or appreciated, or at least, not by very many people and am rarely treated like it. I haven't done anything with my life. Nothing notable. I don't suspect I will be remembered when I'm gone. I think my name will be forgotten within a year. But I think I'll live on in the memories of the few and far between who will speak now and then of this one person who was just... different. But they can't quite remember how.
Maybe she was right when she said she wished I had never been born. I wished that too, and I told her so.
Maybe she was right, I can't live without her. But I've been doing better on my own over the last four years than I ever was during the 20 I spent chained to her. She said I could never go across the country to meet my best friend, but look at me now.
She was wrong about that... I wonder what else she could be wrong about?
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