My parents used to go mental at me over my spelling, subtracting and adding up etc in school, so every single homework session was a crying match, and the end of week tests if I didn’t get most of the words right, they would’ve screamed at me again making me go over it again and again and constantly nagged about it all weekend, it didn’t stop either until I was officially diagnosed with dyslexia and that’s when they begun claiming down and stopped shouting out over it, and I completely forgot about all of this (in secondary school they were a bit more chill) until one of my teachers then too mentioned her mum done the same as a child.
Did anyones parents ever do this or even did your parents ever put a tremendous amount of pressure on you during school times too?
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No, my parents didn’t really show any interest in what I was doing in school, exams, revisions etc. I always did well so I guess they just let me get on with it.
My parents were never involved in any of my homework whatsoever. I either did it alone in my bedroom or in school the day it was due.
Same here. They thought it might be dyslexia but got fobbed off for a while until it was picked up 2 years into secondary school where I had to learn the alphabet and months from scratch.
Still bothers me now.
Trying to be better with my kids. But I’ve honestly never done anything so frustrating in my life as try to be “teacher” over the lock downs. I truly don’t know how teachers do it!!
No. My dad used to give me a token “Have you done your homework?” on a Sunday evening but he didn’t actually care if I had or hadn’t. My mum let me see to it myself, never any pressure, but always happy to try and help if I asked for it.
My dad used to get quietly frustrated trying to help with my maths. I was pretty good at every other subject so they left me alone for those, but I just *could not* do maths. My dad (who was a good and patient man) would sit with me for hours, I’d grasp a concept – and then forget it again by the following day.
Nobody could understand how someone ‘bright’ just could not do numbers in any way, shape or form. I still can’t, and never passed a maths exam in my life.
Complete opposite I think they just saw me as a lost cause after a while and gave up
Nope, they couldn’t give a shit.
Yeah. Plus slamming and slapping the computer which was my fault too.
If I mentioned any of this now they would just deny it or say i’m making it up.
No. I used to help my dad with his reading and writing and do the house form filling for us from about age 7-8.
No my parents were always great with things like this thankfully. Just let us get on with homework ourselves or helped us out if we needed but never shouted.
I remember my dad trying to teach my sister how to tell the time on an analogue clock when she was 18, she was getting frustrated and cried about it but my dad was calm. Yelling at kids does nothing for them!
My parents had no clue what was going on with my education and didn’t care to know…
No, both my mother and my teachers completely gave up on trying to get me to complete homework. I was not a “good student”, but I generally got excellent scores in exams whilst also being a horribly arrogant little prick so I think people really did give up.
They made sure I did it all but they were always really lovely and supportive. They never pressured me or yelled at me
Mate I didn’t do homework when I hit secondary school.
My parents couldn’t give a fuck so long as I was doing well in class and smashing tests. Home time was home time.
They *would’ve* shouted at you, but didn’t?
No they didn’t put any pressure on me whatsoever and really pushed back against my primary school as they kept saying that I wasn’t trying hard enough with my written answers but when I did want to answer a verbal question I was clearly getting the work.
Cue dyspraxia diagnosis when I was 10 so I think my mum was just happy that I was still self-motivated with school work that she never questioned me on it and would ask only if I did want help.
I only remember my dad being really frustrated when I was reading to him once – I’d read a word on one page then couldn’t read it on the next. He was baffled. I teach reception now and it is so mind boggling when this happens but obviously I have the patience to get through it!
yes, + school was hell
went to uni, got tested and…. I’m dyslexic 😮
My parents, particularly my Dad would yell at my sister when she couldn’t do her homework. She was really bad at Maths and she struggled really badly at it. My Dad did understand it or give her praise for being brilliant at other subjects like art. She didn’t go to university straight after school, she worked for a few years, then found her passion. She went to Uni to do this then got diagnosed with dyslexia, so it made sense why she struggled so much. My parents weren’t all bad, they refused to allow my sister drop to foundation level Maths (she was schooled in Ireland), if she had done that level of paper, she wouldn’t have got into Uni.
I suppose it would be English
To quote Rick “You’re still learning English, that’s the language you speak, how dumb are you”.
I’m a Software Engineer, so who’s laughing now.
Oh yes. Absolutely – to the point of cowering behind a bed over the rage shown by my dad when algebra made a first appearance in my homework. Not happy times in the slightest.