Being mistreat by teachers in elementary school

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When I was 7 I had a mean teacher. I would make the sign for toilet. She woudl nto let me go. she woudl say "use yoru words" I would make the sign for toilet. I would end up wetign my self. This hapened lots of tiems. Then at the end fo the year she had a meetign with mum. She told my mum I was ret*d and I was untechable. She told her I did not respond. Mum mum knew she was rong about me. mum put me in a differnt school. it was one of the best thigns mum did for me I think. The different school was good.

I got a similar experience.

When I was 7, I was eating at school and we had been told "not to say a word" but I had a very bad stomachache (caused by some sort of enteritis) and tried to make gesture in order to be allowed to speak but they just told me to stop fooling around, of course, I had bad diarrhea in front of everyone and they yelled at me, then asked my teacher to help me clean myself while they called my mother.

I remember that the teacher laughed at me and yelled at me because I was old enough not to have this kind of "accident" and she said I was ret*d and annoying, that I was always a problem in this school.

I did not reply but explained what happened to my mother. Turned out I was sick and not "fooling around".

There was also lots of "you're ret*d" linked to my dyspraxia or absent-mindedness (among other things but I still do not get everything), there was only one year (would be year 5 in UK) when the teacher felt I was intelligent (and strangely enough, I was succesful).
I think I had more troubles with female teachers (and it was the same with female doctors, I cannot stand them).

I hated my first grade teacher. Guess what she got ticked at me about? You know those tests where you fill in the bubbles? Well, lets just say I was not allowed to play during recess because I circled the bubble instead. You can only imagine what kond od teacher she was.....

I dont even want to talk about fifth grade. I had no IEP yet, and no medication for ADHD yet. Well, i got horribly picked on by most students and teachers. I almost failed that grade. Fifth grade sucked. Thankfully, I have had medication and wonderful IEP teachers since grade 6.

Hmm...
Grade 1 teacher made me cry when I messed up on a coloring assignment of a policeman, and when the other students tried to comfort me, she told me to suck it up and told them that I shouldn't overreact.
Grade 2 teacher was my favorite.
Grade 3 was okay.
Grade 4 was horrible. Teachers didn't understand me, and I'd get punished for shutdowns. I was diagnosed during this year.
Grade 5... lol, the teacher claimed she knew all this stuff about autistic people and had worked with them before, but she was one of my most ignorant teachers on the subject. I was diagnosed with Asperger's in the previous year.
Grade 6 was just boring. All a blur.
7 was okay.
etc etc

My second grade teacher would punish me for "making faces at" her. Really, I just needed glasses, but didn't understand that other people could see, so I didn't know to complain about it. I had an English teacher in fifth grade who also ostracized me because I wasn't friendly and sociable, and preferred to read quietly (which I never understood from an English teacher).

Aside from them, though, I think I was very fortunate in elementary school because my female teachers (and most were female) often seemed to take pity on me. My third and fourth grade teachers each protected me from the minor bullying I received as best they could. Later, my eighth grade teacher was very understanding about me being depressed and sort of trapped in my own shell, and tried to help me through a bit of harassment then as well.

Last edited by Kaybee on 12 Oct 2010, 10:44 pm, edited 1 time in total.

When I was in the first grade, I collected pencils. These pencils were not only mine, but ones that I would find abandoned in the hallways (waiting to be swept away by the janitors and thrown away) or outside on the playground (waiting to rot away). I kept them tucked away in my desk. One morning when I arrived at school, I raised my desk lid to discover my pencils were gone. I looked all over for them. I asked the teacher, and she said she took them from me because I didn't need that many. I have never forgotten that. Those were my pencils and she had no right to take them from me. They did no harm to anyone.

She thought she modify my behavior so that I would no longer collect pencils in my future. Did it work? No. I still collect pencils to this day.

Most of my teachers have been pretty good at least.

Kindergarten: I had 2 teachers, I liked the first one, but the second one wasn't as good, she just made us work, what I thought, was, really, really, really hard.

Grade 1: I had 2 teachers again, they were both OK. One put me out in the hall for not wanting to write with chalk (I believe). I couldn't stand the feel of chalk, it seemed like everyone else was fine with it. The other one was just, OK, I can't remember why. On my grade 1 report they didn't say anything positive except that my writing was logical and that I was a high-functioning autistic child.

Grade 2: I had one teacher whom I liked, the other teacher was REALLY mean. She got kind of mad at me because I didn't take my solar system work out of my science book, she never told me I had to. She used to play the same game every Friday. I was pretty bad at it. The other teacher was the same teacher I had in Kindergarten that was "just OK", I liked her better than in Kindergarten, for some reason.

Grade 3: I again, had 2 teachers. One was extremely mean, she was certainly not easygoing. I liked the other teacher though, she read us funny books.

Grade 4: Finally! I had only ONE teacher, and I really liked him. He once put us in groups with our friends as to test to see if we could do it without talking too much. He was my favourite of my Elementary school teachers.

Grade 5: I liked her, she was "firm but fair", she only got mad at the kids who did something to make her annoyed.

From there, I have liked all my teachers except I wasn't a big fan of my grade 9 computer teacher. She was very annoying.

The principal from Kindergarten-Grade 2 was nice enough, but I didn't like him very much.

I really don't want to "recollect" all the war stories. They really don't amount to pleasant memories.

Suffice to say I had a LOT of teachers who tried like the dickens to change some of my behaviors. All their efforts did was cause me to become even more entrenched in that which made me ME!

None of them ijuts knew what to do with me so pretty much all of them eventually learned to just leave me the hell alone.

My teachers were my worst bullies. My first kindergarden teacher was really just rather clueless about even ADHD and OCD. I was only in kindergarden for a week or two and started again with an ADHD diagnosis in another school and the teacher was practicaly a saint. My first grade teacher was a saint for the most part as well. My second grade teacher thought my inability to stay inside the lines when coloring in was nothing more than laziness or perhaps she just had a mean streak. My real inability to stay inside of the lines was because of full body tremors which I had no control of wheither I wanted to or not. She held up my paper to the entire class and declaied, "Jesse needs to go back to kindergarden so she can learn to color properly!" I have no actual memory of this, it's just what my parents tell other homeschool people. She also would threaten to tie hyperactive kids to their desks and even got in trouble for it more than once. I can't remember if she ever did this to me but probably not becuase my phycologist told her that if she did tie me to my desk, if my parents didn't sue, he would sue her himself.

b***h would have been a compliment for my third grade teacher. I looked through our science textbook and was overjoyed to discover a chapter on animals, my special intrest. But when we finnaly did reach that chapter, the teacher announced we were going to skip it. To this day I suspect she did that because she knew that would have made me happy. She also encouraged the other kids to bully me and exclude me and even pulled me away from the rest of the class. Sure I may have been disrupting the other kids, but issolating me was the worst thing anyone could have done. She also pulled another disruptve kid away from the class and sat him next to me and he would hurt me both verbaly and physically. I actually asked him to sit the chair legs on my toes becuase I liked the pressure sensation. Most kids and even adults would have cringed doing that but he seemed to derive a sick pleasure from it. Math, espicaly multicliplation was my worst subject. At the end of the school day, everyone was to complete a list of times tables. If they got EVERY SINGLE problem right they got to pick out a prize but you could only pick one out if you completed a list higher than two and by the time I got to the threes, the teacher was no longer giving prizes out and I could never get every single problem right. The "prizes" were really just cheap toys from the local dollar store but I still felt horrible. I soon developed a stim where I would pick the dirt from the knooks and crannies of the bottom of my shoes. This naturaly attracted negetive attention and the teacher only encouraged the other kids to torment me. Pick was a voculabry word or something simmlair and when the teacher asked for sentence examples using the word, several kids blurted out, "Jessica picks her shoes!" "Jessica scrapes her shoes". We had to write stories once and one kid said he was going to base his story of of the movie Space Jam and write me into it as the mouse that got squashed by the ball. The teacher heard this but didn't do anything about it. Around Christmas we made mini stockings with our names on them and I picked one up and accidently shook all the glitter off. "THAT BETTER BE YOURS!" the teacher snaped. I could go on until the cows come home about how she emotionaly abused me. I have PTSD as a result.

The libarian made kids who forgot their libary books write "My libary day is Monday" one hundred times by hand. I made it to fifty but my brother was friends with the libarian's daughter (even she admitted that her mother was a b***h) and my mom talked to the libarian over the phone and told her to get off my back. Basicaly all my "specials" teachers were b*****s except the gym teacher who is probably going to be beautified as a saint one day. I always hear that gym teachers are horrible to little kids with AS and autism but mine must have been the exception to the rule. I hated skipping because it was so hard but instead of being a grouch over it she just kept encouraging me. Even when I slugged another kid becuase I thought he was making fun of me, she didn't get mad at all. I think she must have known my inner struggle.

In fourth grade, I was moved to the baby sitting...uh special ed class but for most of the day spent time with a regualr home room teacher. I was taking longer than usual at the water fountains. My teachers always had trouble with me around the water fountians. I was like a wild animal over a kill. Any teacher with common sence would have contacted my parents and asked if I had ever been tested for diabeates. The teacher pulls me away and I heard one kid laugh and I thought it was about me because I was so used to being bullied. I shoved him against a locker and it turns out he wasn't teasing me but he made sure to never tease me. The teacher grabed my arm to escort me to the principal. I NEVER liked people touching me at all because it was painful to be touched. The teacher only grasped me tighter and it felt as if circulation was being cut off. I bit her to make her let go. It turns out she left a HUGE bruise. No wonder it hurt so much. I found out from another parent with a AS kid that she did the same thing to another kid. The special ed teachers weren't that great either and one harassed me all the time becuase my cursive writing was never good enough. I probably have disgraphia.

By fith grade my parents had had enough and pulled me out to homeschool me and I never had to expirence crap from anyone ever again. Sure I get cyber bullied once in a while but no one is forcing me to be on the fourm it is happening on like I was forced to go to school. I'm an adult now and if someone says something mean, I can be mean right back and I've been told I have quite a potty mouth.

My 2nd grade teacher who was really nice, went on maternity leave before the end of the school year, and the teacher who replaced her was such a bully, that my mom still has resentment to this day. My mom was a teacher herself until she retired this last year, so to find that out was surprising as she doesn't usually criticize teachers. She actually said that Ms.(last name) was a real b****. I blocked out what that teacher did, as the only thing I remember was that classmates were bullies, while other teachers looked the other way.

I did not do too badly in school. Sometimes, I was disciplined for bad behavior, but no more than the average student. Some teachers like to be disciplinarians, but most are pretty good. I just never took punishment too personally.

The public school system just isn't set up to handle any sort of special needs. This has been my experience. Whenever someone doesn't fit into the mainstream mold, they get pushed aside and ignored or abused by the system. The "Emotional Growth Center" I went to in middle school was my worst experience with this. What my mom was told is that it was a class for other kids with Asperger's, but it's just where they put the problem students. Mostly kids with ADD, ADHD, mild retardation and the like. We weren't taught what we should have been taught. The closest thing we had to learning was when we wrote pages in our journals and when we did math workbooks. Other than those things and the state/federally required assessments, we just copied pages from the dictionary. There was no Science, no Social Studies or Geography, the math and writing were jokes. One period would be silent reading. The teachers were incompetent. We had a teacher and two TAs, but one TA was quiet and never really did or said much. The teacher was a pretty nice guy, overall, but the first TA was who spent the most time "teaching" us. She had no business being there. She had as many mental problems as the students. She was very short tempered, and she'd lash out. She wouldn't hit us or anything, but she was a grade A b***h. She'd yell, make snide remarks, insult us, and argue with us over the stupidest things. I once made a comment about "it's vs. its" when we were doing our dictionary work. "There's another form of the word, too." "But that's not the kind we're talking about." "I know, I was just saying." an argument ensued. Once, I said that UPS stood for United Postal Service, and she said that the P stood for Parcel. I didn't believe her, and argued. She was right, of course, but she should have just dropped it. Instead, she took me into the office, went to the UPS website, and proved it, just to win an argument with a 12/13 year old. A friend I made in that class also mentioned about how she argued with him about how she didn't believe he had a big screen TV at home (he did). They also volunteered us to do the school's grunt work. Every Friday afternoon, they'd have us count out newsletters into piles of 30 and distribute them throughout the school. We'd also be the ones to change the sign out front announcing holidays and such. My Elementary School experience wasn't much better, and would probably have been worse if I had been diagnosed and put in some special ed class. After 8th grade, I went to homeschooling because they were just going to put me in the same type of BS class in High School.

my teacher in elementary school used to spank me with a wiffle-bat and tell me "he liked the way i stank", not even when i would misbehave, but when in gym class, i would talk to much. this was because i was aspergers, and anti-social, but also he was angry because i was smart. also the black girls in my class, would make grunting noises at me, and try to stroke, my hair. there fingers were really greasy and it was gross. also they were fat. i found out later that my "teacher" didnt even work at the school and that he was just there. but he still spanked me and i was embarassed. AND I DONT STANK AT ALL EVEN!

when i was in hs my gym teacher broke my collarbone with a ping pong paddle, it was the crux of a year long string of accusations that i was stealing wiffle balls n s**t out of the gymnasium after school. he only though it was me bc i was the only black guy out of 300 kides and he was a racist prong. when he questioned me i often had trouble responding quickly bc of my AS, to him this was incriminating and he would take it as a sign of my guilt one cold october afternoon i deceded to wait for my aunt (who drove me to and from school) in the gym, which was open and heted. he walked in and though he was catching me in the act. long story short a 300 pound man beat my 14 year old ass with a ping pong paddle for like 15 minutes straight i had no money to sue or cover my med bills which were allready steep for other reasons.

worst year of my life.

I had a 7th grade teacher whom I was convinced was Satan incarnate. She tried her very best to get me expelled or at least removed from mainstream and subjugated to the Special Ed class (I was smarter than most of the mainstream kids, but the SpEd classes were for the more seriously disabled kids, ergo it wouldn't work). She shouted at my mother during an IEP meeting and she came home in tears.

I hope for my sake that a shiningami doesn't decided to drop their Death Note in front of me one day, but if they did, I have two names that are going in it - two and only two. The first is Osama bin Laden, the second is hers.

My teachers were actually mostly quite understanding (even though that I even had a condition was unknown) as I was nice to them and tried to use my quirkiness to my advantage... even though this still meant an uncontrollable urge to answer every question asked by the teacher... I swear the most said phrase by all my teacher was "Is there anyone besides Cameron who knows?... Anybody?" Hehe but there were a few that really pissed me off in elementary. I was one of the most well behaved... well well INTENTIONED kids in the entire school and yest I went weeks with detention... WEEKS! One time I lost an entire season of recess because of detention... mostly me speaking out and contradicting the teachers. I really don't think correcting the teachers (And me being right) should have had any repercussions... On me at least. Geez THERE the ones who were teaching the material incorrectly, why was I being punished? Oh well eventually I just decided to purposefully speak out in class to get it as the playground was crap and I didn't like playing with the other kids anyway. I actually got some time to get some stuff done in detention.