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Jon  DWYER's avatar

If you were to ask me if I as homesick, while at Dunhurst, I would, (of course), say that I wasn't. It's quite remarkable that, approaching 65 years of age, I'm still bound by that inability to admit that, at times, I struggled. I remember my first night in the dormitory: it was hard to sleep, because the room was cold and the bed was uncomfortable. I cold hear somebody sobbing into their pillow but, as I didn't know my new dorm-mates well, I couldn't tell which of them it was. I resolved not to start crying, myself, so I just lay there for what seemed like hours, cold, uncomfortable, listening. In the morning we all asked who it was who had been crying in the night and, of course, nobody owned up to it. I remember worrying that people thought it was me and that I was the one who was lying. My parents lived an hour's drive from Dunhurst, so I knew I would be going home on most Sundays. there was a rule, as I recall, that we couldn't go back home on the first weekend of term. I think it was to help us to integrate into Dunhurst and to make friends. Once the visits home started and the routine became normal, I would say that I accepted the time to return to school, every Sunday evening. Why is it, then, that certain TV theme tunes from Sunday afternoon programmes, still make me feel so unhappy: 'White Horses' and the theme from The Onedin Line? It's because the end of that TV programme was the signal to get back into the car and head back to school. Boarding school syndrome, for me, is my inability to confide in anyone, even my family and close friends. At school, I didn't have anybody to confide in because to share confidences or secrets would inevitably result in betrayal: those secrets and confidences would be talked about and laughed at by others, even those who were 'friends'. I wasn't bullied but I knew that I was as likely to be 'teased' as anyone else: after all, I did my share of 'teasing' too. 'Split-self'..? maybe, but my school-self soon outgrew my home-self and left it behind. I remember that going home on Sundays became awkward, as did telling my parents that I didn't want to any more.

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Anna Sayburn Lane's avatar

This is so poignant. It's hard to understand how such cruelty to small children can be dressed up as 'doing what's best' for them.

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