The experience which will always stay with me are the times when I wet the bed.
We got up early each morning and stood by our beds, while someone examined them to see if they were wet. If you had wet the bed, you had to remain behind to take a cruel and belitting punishment. You would have to have had a very cruel mind to make up such a punishment. These people were sadistic, unpredictable, and malicious and disturbed,in my judgement. You would have to had a very twisted mind to think of such a punishment scheme.
I can remember the first time my son and daughter wet the bed. My reaction was "its ok, you have had a bad dream" and they didn't wet the bed after. Why could the school not have viewed it compassionately, like this? Instead of putting me, through total fear, and the shame of wetting the the bed. Just a little bit of love and understanding would have helped. I was just a frightened child, ALONE.
I WAS MADE TO WEAR THE THE WET SHEET OVER MY SHOULDERS AND STAND BY MY BED UNTIL BREAKFAST. I WOULD THEN BE FORCED TO MISSS BREAKFAST. WHEN BREAKFAST HAD BEEN SERVED TO THE OTHER CHILDREN, THE LAYWOMAN WOULD COME INTO THE BEDROOM AND MAKE ME WALKE AROUND THE SCHOOL WITH THE WET SHEET AROUND MY SHOULDERS AND DRAG THE MATTRESS INTO THE YARD TO DRY IT, IN FULL VIEW OF EVERYONE. [ REMEMBER THIS IS A CHILD OF AROUND FOUR YEARS OLD]
There could br two or three boys with me, who had wet the bed. We would not even look at each other, as we all felt personally ashamed and humiliated. We would all keep ou heads down.
I intend to blog all of my experience in vincents and Artane. It wiil take a while as my health is not good. There is about 40 pages in the first part so please bear with me.