TJ Starr
TJ Starr
Sep 4, 2018 · 3 min read

My 25 year old daughter texted me last night to say she is not going to her 10 year high school reunion (yes, she graduated early, like 2 years early because brain like a freakn planet). I am very pleased about this. One of her so called ‘friends’ from that era even wrote her a message on FB saying did she know about it and that her old friends would love to see her. Pfft. Her old ‘friends’ made her life a total misery. They were all 2 years older than her. They showed her no mercy. They deliberately excluded her all the time. They formed cliques and went out without inviting her posting the pictures on FB. I had a constantly sobbing 15 year old who had the intellectual maturity of a university professor but the emotional maturity of a 15 year old, who as it turned out, was WAY more fucking mature than these tarts will ever or could ever hope to be. And let’s not mention the treatment from the school who thought it would be a great idea to send her on a year 10 Survival Camp when she was 2 years younger than everyone else, assuring me that it would be fun and she would develop from the experience and that basically, it was a compulsory part of being in Year 10 so if she is going to be accelerated into year 10 she doesn’t have a choice. Ok I said. We’ll take care of her they said. My child still has PTSD from it. It really was a Survival Camp, she got stuck with 2 other losers after her ‘friends’ ditched her. They have since taken that exciting little adventure off the curriculum. When my daughter sent me the text last night thanking Mr Smith for the kind offer to attend the reunion but politely declining, I smiled to myself because really, I should have sued the fucking arse off that school. They treated my daughter’s fragile psyche and sense of self like it was an arse wipe. So did the other little bitches in her grade. Turns out my daughter has Major Depressive Disorder and Generalised Anxiety Disorder plus of a host of other things that we her family have had to nurse her through, self harming and suicidal tendencies not withstanding. I’m not saying her illnesses were the school’s fault. No one can say that. She has a genetic disposition and high intelligence that unfortunately works very hard against her. Yes folks, it is a CURSE and NOT a blessing to be highly intelligent, let me assure you. But they sure as HELL did not help. I curse that goddamm app called Facebook. I took myself off it 2.5 years ago and have never been happier. I wish my daughter would take herself off it, as it only feeds the vampire of mental illness and unworthiness. Why are you all still on this FB thing? They are using YOU as the product. They are using YOU as the money making article and all you get is a low self esteem and have the need to pretend to the world how marvellous your real life is? I dont get it. Anyway, back to the reunion. I might send the school a nice email wishing them well. And telling them how fortunate they were that my daughter ended up in a psych unit which kind of distracted me from suing their arses off. It was a private school too, so we paid for the privilege. End of rant.

TJ Starr

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Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Frustrated Philosopher, Human Being.