I do remember that as a kid I was completely overwhelmed by school. No support (Autism was not known about ans much less supported), for that matter, neither was dyslexia (Dyslexic dwarf? Half right there Butterflies
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I used to amoungst the stress and overwhelming sensory input, fixate on the windows and the bush that surrounded the school and my mind would wander into introspective consideration of how old the area was and how old the trees.
How too, time must have affected the landscape, and how insignificant the mechinations of people and settlers in the area were. Put things in a totally different light.
Stress levels would drop.
The teacher and the students and myself were no more than a fleeting fancy and a collection of random migration combined with previous random choices and co-incidences. Only existing in a small window of time and whatever importance the lesson, the values we held, the lives we lived, it was all relative.
The noise, the scrawled words on the board i could barely follow, the social posturing, the seeming jibberings of teh teacher was all relative and would matter as much in 10 years time as it mattered 10 years before. Basically neglible in both instances. The importance that was placed in the here now was over-rated. I would endure the lesson, theday and whatever bullshit would present me that night.
Things would be hard at school and hard at home this day, like yesterday ,and the day before, and would likely be tomorrow, but it was all relative and not worth attaching too much value to.
Srewy philosphy maybe but it gave a frightened overwhelmed kid peace and respite.