Yes that is my first school, primary school, uniform I was eight there. I was being abused practically weekly then. School was a bad place for me. I was dyslexic neglected think and a tramp, and physical abuse was just a norm for me then, even the teachers joined if physical education was the worse, I hate all sports to this day.
Why did school near kill you if you don’t mind me asking?
When I was 12, I managed to get encephalitis. Basically its an infection / inflammation of the brain. Mine was not severe, but any attack on the brain damages it. I was having seizures in hospital, completely ignored. I was sent down for chest x-ray, and I told the nurse that there was nothing wrong with my chest, it was my head that was bothering me, headaches etc. Ok, so after a week long stay in misery at the hospital in a large ward room full of other boys, the boy right next to me, 15 yrs old, had pneumonia. There is no way either of us should have been in the same room together! For one thing, I should have been put in isolation but doctor screwed me (literally with his fingers) and incorrectly diagnosed my illness as the common flu. I went home after the week, and I did not feel right, felt like part of me had died, no other words to explain the feeling. There were things that did not make sense to me anymore either and that confused me. I kept talking about having been sick to my parents and they finally told me to shut up! There was nothing wrong with me. So I continued on with school and felt behind for some reason. Then started grade 8 the following September. It was a boys private school, had to wear uniform, I loved it! And I wanted to do what the other boys did and play American style football. 2 weeks into the school year, I realized something was not right with me and I better forget about football and spend any extra time studying. I kept getting further behind, even failing phys-ed. I failed so many courses it was heart breaking to me as I had dreams of excelling at my studies. Grade 9 comes the next year. Again the same thing, except feeling even further behind. Again I was failing everything, NO ONE seemed concerned. They all thought that if I put my mine towards my studies I would excel. By April of that year, I came close to killing myself, and would have if it hadn't been for two reasons. 1) being so exhausted I couldn't get up and get that knife in the next room, 2) being I did not want my mother to find me in the bed covered in blood and dead. I finished grade 9, and got passed once more and into grade 10. Part way throught the school year, I realized that if I did not bail out then, and change schools, which I did entirely on my own, in the end only having my father sign a piece of paper that I was to be registered at the new school. That was that, no questions! I realized that I had to make that change or I would end up killing myself for sure at some point in the year. I still failed almost all my courses right up to graduation from school, - some graduation, I hated every moment of it, wished I never went! Years later, I found out it was in fact encephalitis, and there was in fact a major break-out of Brazilian encephalitis the year I got sick. MRI's showed scaring on my brain in several areas, one where higher cognitive functions ocurr, like where I would require for school work, and another area that affected my left pre-motor cortex. I was ever so slightly weaker on my right side, though I did not feel that, but it impacted on my ablitiy to run and keep pace with my peers, and my stamina. That is why I failed first term phys-ed class in my grade 8 year. After that, I only ever got a pass in phys-ed, because no one ever fails phys-ed! I was the perfect candidate to fail phys-ed. It tears my heart apart now knowing that that is why I could not perform well in my school work as I had intended. I'm now 60+ years old, on disability, had a heart attack 15 years ago, and another doc darn nearly killed me because he punctured my femoral artery in a place where he should not have thus I was bleeding out on the inside. I kept telling that my leg was on fire, I felt sick. They gave me pain meds, and medication for my stomach, then I passed out, and they checked my blood pressure which was way way down! They then realized I was correct, and that something was wrong. They gave me 2 lines of saline solution because I told them I did not want blood, because I was afraid that they would screw that up too, and now so I have permanent pain in my right hip, damage to my muscles in hip and my sciatic nerve. And none of that really touches on the child sexual abuse from my "play-mate" or from unnecessary punishment from my father, strapping me on my bare butt with a thin leather belt, whenever I did something wrong. Ok, I admit I did wrong things, but he didn't have to make me bare my backside to him like I was to everyone else! It's no wonder, that at my age, I still want to show my backside to the world. So much went wrong when I was a young boy that now, I wish at times I did actually kill myself when I was 14. I wouldn't have to put up with all this crap for so long. I don't even want to live past 70 at the latest! I'm just not interested. So that is what happened to me! Read the book by Dr. Bruce Perry and Oprah Winfrey "What happened to You?" great read! Better than my writing!
I did have to unpack a lot - but I was looking to do so because I had never had the opportunity to do that before (before it was like no one cared what I'd been through; no one cared about that kid who was abused).