This is a story from our local school district:
Teacher Allegedly Ordered Boy With Autism Into Cardboard Box
Teacher Allegedly Ordered Boy With Autism Into Cardboard Box
My mind wanders to some of the discipline my teachers used in grade school.
Usually, public swats served their purpose in the younger years.
By the time middle school years arrived, the intended humiliation was seen more as a form of cred by your peers. Cred increased if you took the paddle with a giggle and held your head high.
Mr S-, the math nerd who married Miss Bitch-On-Wheels had a good gimmick: He'd just dump the trash can over your head. And you stayed that way for the duration of class.
This was not fun. It was humiliating... of this I can attest.
It was also effective.
There were also The Closets.
The back wall of every classroom was lined with double-door closets, about six feet wide and two feet deep. Maybe five feet high.
One closet was a perfect dungeon in which to stuff an unruly kid.
If you were stupid enough to attempt escape, Mr S- would shove a broom through the door handles. This worked.
Then there was that one kid who busted through the broom handle and heaved a book at the teacher. He was expelled, of course.
But at least he left with his cred intact.
What private school teachers were able to get away with then would never pass muster today.
For the record: Our nuns and teachers took no shit.
But never, at any time, do I think any child was ever abused.
Humiliated and shamed into compliance? Absolutely. That was the point.
Abused? Never.
We didn't deal with special needs in our school. I have no idea what the appropriate response would be, and am not even sure what autism is.
But I'm pretty sure this teacher, despite her training, probably unintentionally did the wrong thing and is in a world of hurt because of it.
And the parents are making a mountain out of a mole hill.
Usually, public swats served their purpose in the younger years.
By the time middle school years arrived, the intended humiliation was seen more as a form of cred by your peers. Cred increased if you took the paddle with a giggle and held your head high.
Mr S-, the math nerd who married Miss Bitch-On-Wheels had a good gimmick: He'd just dump the trash can over your head. And you stayed that way for the duration of class.
This was not fun. It was humiliating... of this I can attest.
It was also effective.
There were also The Closets.
The back wall of every classroom was lined with double-door closets, about six feet wide and two feet deep. Maybe five feet high.
One closet was a perfect dungeon in which to stuff an unruly kid.
If you were stupid enough to attempt escape, Mr S- would shove a broom through the door handles. This worked.
Then there was that one kid who busted through the broom handle and heaved a book at the teacher. He was expelled, of course.
But at least he left with his cred intact.
What private school teachers were able to get away with then would never pass muster today.
For the record: Our nuns and teachers took no shit.
But never, at any time, do I think any child was ever abused.
Humiliated and shamed into compliance? Absolutely. That was the point.
Abused? Never.
We didn't deal with special needs in our school. I have no idea what the appropriate response would be, and am not even sure what autism is.
But I'm pretty sure this teacher, despite her training, probably unintentionally did the wrong thing and is in a world of hurt because of it.
And the parents are making a mountain out of a mole hill.