The boy under the table

There once was a boy who used to go under the table that the computers held.  He was in first grade and on a daily basis his mother was called to the school to “do something” with her child because he kept going under the table and disrupting the classroom.  The teacher was always visible angry at him and her and blamed her for not being able to control her child.  At one point she told the teacher that her son never went under tables in their house unless he was playing hide and go seek with his siblings.  She also said that her son looked afraid.  She was abruptly told that she was not cooperating with the school and no wonder her son was out of control. The mother was grew more concerned each time it happened but her son was not telling her why he was going under the table or why he was afraid.    One day her son had marks on his arms and she asked what the marks were from, she was told he hurt himself during recess.  Her son shook his head and was crying.  His face looked scared  again.  The mother said that it seemed to her that her son was going under the table to get away from something he was afraid of and if they could identify that he would stop going under the table.  She was told that it had nothing to do with him being afraid, he was being defiant.  She said that her son is not defiant at home.   they asked that he get a Psychological examination to determine what his problem might be.  The Psychologist said that he had dyslexia.  That did not explain why he was hiding under the table.  Fear of something was the only thing that explained hiding under the table and the fear she saw in his eyes.  He was given a Therapeutic Staff Support and her child stopped hiding under the table.  He also learned how to read and began to learn in school.  When the mother asked the Principal what she thought the problem really was, the Principal backed up the teacher  saying that her son was being disruptive.  It didn’t make sense.  She knew something else was going on but could not prove it.

Years later when her son was grown she asked him what really happened way back then.  He told her that the teacher was hitting  him and in order to make her stop he had to hide under the computer table.  It was the only place deep enough that she could not reach him.  He refused to come out until his mother came because then the hitting and the yelling stopped.

The mother overcame her urge to do to the teacher what was done to her son by taking deep  breaths and giving it to God.  He faith tell her God will take care of the teacher and the Principal who back up a teacher.   She should not have been teaching let alone first grade.  There are many stories like this where the child takes the blame for what the adult has done because they are to small or afraid to tell anyone what was really happening.  The link below helps to let it go and give it to God.

Here is the link


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I became a therapist in an attempt to understand my own childhood and what happened there and how it made me who I am, exhibiting the behaviors that were not always positive, very often self-destructive. I used Art Therapy to help me understand things in my past that were stopping me from making better decisions in my present day. I used Behavioral Science to help me understand underlying causal factors, roots to the present day behaviors that I was seeing in myself. Both help me to change those behaviors/thoughts that were causing me to make self-destructive decisions that were causing pain in life. I have been a therapist since 1985 and have an undergraduate degree Art and behavioral science (double major) from the University of Maine. My graduate work was done at Marywood university and I have a degree in Art Therapy. I have certificates in Forensic Interviewing and Trauma Focused Cognitive Behavior therapy. I have 22 out of 30 credits toward a degree in Trauma Therapy from Drexel University. I started out as a Community Support Worker, Program Manager/Clinical Supervisor, Family therapist and Outpatient therapist.

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