How do people be awesome teachers, keep up with new research, look after other humans, cook vaguely healthy food, exercise and remember to drink enough water?
Is that teaching has been my identity for so long that I’m terrified to lose it. When you’re suddenly ‘not good’ at the thing that has made you ‘you’, what do you do?
If you made it this far into my existential crisis, thank you.
I realised something yesterday. It’s not particularly earth shattering but it made sense.
I started teaching 22 years ago. I put everything into my job and I was a good teacher.
12 years ago, I was diagnosed with infertility. I took no time off (including -
If you’ve never had to manage school ‘refusal’, I can see how it would be easy to say ‘it’s just something they need to overcome.’
I will never forget the distress of one of my children during the time we were ‘managing’ it. I can still feel it in my own body and more -
Youngest decided she was going up for house captain. She created a speech based on making school more environmentally friendly and delivered it to 14(!) classes. She didn’t get it and oh my goodness did I feel her pain.
I bought her a ‘There is no planet B’ badge to keep -
Took the dog for a walk this morning. Someone pulled their car over, wound their window down and shouted ‘your dog has a brilliant face’ and drove off again.
Weirdly proud.
Be a good teacher again. On Monday my body refused to comply and I ended up in hospital.
I don’t have it in me to be my best in both places. One has to take priority and it’s obvious which.
That’s what I realised yesterday (I did say it wasn’t earth shattering) -
Innovative lessons. I’m doing enough to get by. HMI came this year and confirmed this. It’s completely knocked me for six. I cannot give anything more to this job, my family will fall apart if I do. But HMI need me to give more. I’ve spent the last 4 months trying to -
And completely.
I’m no longer a good teacher. I’m an excellent nurture provider, I’m excellent at identifying when children need help and I’m excellent at supporting families when they need it.
But I’m no longer a good teacher. I’m not planning creative and -
I’m really struggling just now. In a very not okay place. The time we’ve spent in or on the water this holiday has helped hugely and I’m very grateful we’re able to do it.
Having 3 miscarriages) and during this time, I was still a good teacher.
10 years ago, the girls came. I had 3 years off and when I went back, it was okay because I was a good teacher.
The girls need very tight routines. Once I’m in the house, they’re my priority, utterly -
We’re struggling so much just now. I’ll post photos in a bit and it’ll look like we’ve had an amazing day but they show none of what actually happens.
And if I see another teacher making jokes about being trauma informed then I might ask them to do a life swap so they can learn.
@MrsVeriTea
He’s got arthritis in every finger and the condition where your ligaments shorten so it takes him a bit of time. I’m dropping hints for one of these!
On the theme of 40, this is me in my fab Batoko swimming costume. I wouldn’t have wanted to put this photo on before but I’m discovering nobody cares except ourselves. I’m aiming to take up space from now on, not hiding away.
To their advantage seems crackers to me. If a child trusts you enough to talk about this with you, listen. Don’t look for reasons why it’s not true. Just listen.
Importantly, she can still remember it and it’s very close to the surface. Some children need things doing differently. And I know that we have no support and it’s really difficult. But we’re talking about children. This idea that children are creating these situations-
For at least 2 years, I haven’t been able to put fuel in the car. I would get so panicked at the thought of doing it, I just couldn’t go. Today I managed to.
I know how this sounds and I know I’m lucky that someone has been able to do it for me. Anxiety has taken -
One of the hardest things about infertility (for me) is that most days, it’s tucked away neatly in a box in the corner. It’s often when someone tells you their lovely news that the box opens and then you feel like a monster because you’re thinking about your own grief. -/
4 weeks ago, L found a £10 note inside a book in the library. She went straight away to hand it in. We’ve just been today, no one has claimed it so L was given it with a note saying ‘thank you for handing this in.’
The beauty of social media is that the last two weeks look to have been like this. But the reality is that my mental health has suffered hugely this year. The psychologist I’m seeing described me as traumatised. Yet if you met me, you’d never know. I’ve worked all year-
Spoke to a professional today who seemed to actually want to help. And who actually offered some concrete help there and then. So naturally I burst into tears.
We’ve teetered on school refusal for years here. Anxiety has been very high this weekend.
After last week I’m anxious about my week too. So I’m just going to look at the daffodils.
I had an interview this week for a slightly promoted post (for 1 day a week) and I got it!
Thank you to
@hazelmpinner
for giving me a boost when I needed it.
I’ve never really mentioned this before for fear of negative comments (although the way Twitter works now either 50,000 people will see it or 2 people will) but since I went back to work after the girls came, I do no work at home and I leave at 4.50 every day. I knew that -
7 years ago these two darlings came to live with us.
I wish I’d known then what I know now and maybe I could have made it ever so slightly easier for them.
Ended up in A&E on Monday. All okay A&E wise but looking like it’s ‘you’ve got chronic pain, this is your new level of pain.’ Which is fine but also not really fine. So I bought some daffydills because they can make a lot of things better.
I completely agree that as teachers we should not be laminating anything, I haven’t for 2 years.
But I also haven’t shopped at Amazon since March 2020 & I know which will have had a bigger impact on the planet.
I know why people have to shop there, it’s cheaper and we’re-
Today we navigated two car journeys, two ferry journeys, a new swimming pool, a different walk, lunch out, tea out & getting home ‘after bedtime.’ And we saw porpoises!
I told Little where we were going today. ‘I went there with birth mummy! Oh mummy, I know I didn’t but it makes me feel better thinking she took me somewhere nice.’
At some point in this month we’ll have been a family for 8 years.
I wish I known then what I know now. There’s been a lot of learning and a lot of adventures. I’m sure there’s a lot of both of these to come.
Had a wonderful moment today. One of my class who spent the first part of the year actively avoiding writing, took me out to his bag to show me the book he had written. 4 chapters, illustrations and a blurb. And the most brilliant title, ‘The first dog on the moon?’
PE overran today, when we came back most of my class said ‘can we read, pleeease?’ Then quite a few of them asked me to help change their books by a certain author for a different one. It was such a lovely half hour. Thank you
@Teacherglitter
for all the inspiration.
The face of someone who has managed a bike ride! (And of someone who has no clue how to take a selfie.)
Two things:
It was awesome
I need some chamois cream
Only 6 miles today but small steps and all that.
I have to say, as a parent, listening to teachers talk about children that are essentially my children, in such a way both breaks my heart and makes me really cross.
Sticking my neck out a bit this morning but I just need to say (again) that trauma informed does not mean ‘no boundaries’. If anything, it means the very opposite. Boundaries show that we care. -
I’ve decided that ‘and what are you doing for self care’ should be a phrase banned from professionals.
If I’ve just described to you how life is, you know the answer to that. Don’t make that be something else that I beat myself up for.
We did it! ‘Playday’ successfully negotiated (including tea!) for nearly 3 hours. Nobody screamed, nobody went home in tears & actual food was consumed.
Youngest: why have I got a spot?
Me: It’s the age you’re coming to lovely.
Y: I’m not being rude but you’ve got one too.
Me: That’s menopause. It happens when everything that’s starting for you, stops.
Y: Oh for goodness sake, I have to do this twice?!
No offence to the lovely blanket my dad’s made, it’s clearly awesome. But Twitter isn’t half strange nowadays. Mostly nobody sees what I say, then suddenly, lots of people see.
Last year I was very lucky. I was referred for Compassion Focused Therapy. Through this I was given EMDR to help process my diagnosis of infertility. This was 12 years ago but I hadn’t realised how much it was still impacting on my life. The big realisation that came -