Dear Teacher, Sometimes You Need to Believe Without Seeing

What if I come and have lunch with you at home one day? Then I can see the meltdown for myself,” suggested my son’s teacher at the height of the school troubles.
The thing is she just didn’t get it. I couldn’t make her understand. My highly sensitive child won’t perform for just anyone. He needs to feel safe. He only lets his emotions go in a trusted environment, with people who love him unconditionally. His lunchtime meltdowns are reserved for me. Not for his teacher, not in her classroom, nor in our home.

Three hours at a time with thirty other children has its toll on my highly sensitive son. Let’s be honest, for many people some kind of minor breakdown would be on the cards after a day with thirty children. For a child with heightened senses a busy classroom is a minefield.

We use the metaphor of a bucket; every direct interaction my son has, every indirect interaction he witnesses, goes into his bucket. Every sight, sound, smell and action gets thrown in there unfiltered. With a classroom teeming with small children his bucket fills quickly. In no time it overflows.

But my son doesn’t want to be the centre of attention. Anything but. He lets that bucket flow over without a word, a sensory overload seeping over the sides of his bucket, forming puddles around his feet. He walks around silently in emotionally sodden shoes until he leaves the classroom, until his teacher leads him out onto the playground, until his eyes meet mine over a sea of children and parents. I can read in those eyes, in a split second, that his bucket is too heavy for him to carry. In the split second it takes to meet my eyes he knows it is safe to let go and his face contorts with anger and confusion, his eyes darken and a thundercloud appears over his head. But his teacher’s attention is long gone as he runs to me.

I put my arms around him and I feel the energy raging within his little body, stress with nowhere to go. Words stumble over each other to get out of his mouth, trying to sum up the whirlwind that has been his morning, trying to empty his overladen bucket.

We walk home. Either there are tears as we walk, or the beginnings of a meltdown. Or silence. But no matter how the short walk home has been I know that when I open the front door to our home, once he crosses that threshold to safety, he will fling the bucket he has spent the morning filling across our hallway.

He will scream, cry, lash out, fight my every move; nothing will be right. His jacket refuses to hang on his hook. He can’t get his shoelaces undone. His sandwich filling is wrong. The bread is cut wrong. His brother is making too much noise. His plate is the wrong colour.

For eighteen long, emotional, stressful months we search for solutions. We talk to his teachers. I share that he is highly sensitive. I share that he needs time out, he needs quiet time, a place to reset, to empty his bucket out before it fills to the top. But I face a brick wall.

His teachers say he doesn’t want quiet moments, doesn’t need time alone. They tell me he’s a good learner, that he’s their idea of a perfect child in the classroom: he listens; he follows instructions; he doesn’t make a fuss. They tell me he’s enjoying himself. They tell me he’s never had a tantrum in school, never kicked a chair in his classroom, never shouted at them or a classmate. They tell me they see no problem in school, it has nothing to do with them; it’s a problem our family needs to solve at home. We need to leave the scientifically unproven idea of highly sensitive children at home, and let him get on with it at school, where he’s the perfect student.

They refuse to scratch beyond the surface, to see beyond the façade. They don’t see me dragging a screaming, crying little boy over the threshold of safety back into the world every day after lunch. They don’t see me coaxing a five-year-old boy out of the house for an afternoon at school. They don’t see the bruises on my shins from the kicks I get as I try to get shoes back on my distraught child to leave the house. They don’t see my tears, the conflict raging inside me. I want to keep him home but I can’t, not every day. They refuse to see the conflict raging inside my son.

By the time the battle is over and he’s back in school both our tears have faded, his anger has subsided.

I tell his teacher it has been a struggle to get him back there. I can see her rolling her eyes. Not literally of course, but I know she’d like to. And I walk back home, knowing I’ll do it all again in two hours because his bucket will fill unhindered during the afternoon.

He will come home overwhelmed because the new girl has been crying on her first day, because his friend fell over and hurt his arm, because the last piece of the puzzle he was doing did an impromptu vanishing trick, because the noise levels in class reached a new high, because he couldn’t get the teacher’s attention for help, because he hated the drawing he made.

He’ll come home overwhelmed because he’s highly sensitive and he doesn’t yet have the tools to filter out the things he doesn’t need to keep in his bucket. He needs help with it all. He needs support. He needs a reminder to seek out a quiet space. But for some reason I can’t get that for him in his classroom, where he spends most of his day.

Instead I get the offer of a lunch date at our house. Failing that maybe I could videotape one of his meltdowns for them. Because seeing is believing, right? Perhaps it would be better to accept the word of a mother, a mother at her wit’s end trying to help her son, a mother whose heart breaks every time she picks her son up from school because she sees his soul being destroyed little by little in a classroom that is a long way from being suitable for a highly sensitive child.

He’s in a different school now, one that understands that all children are individuals. That the boy at home and the boy in school is part of the same whole. His teacher understands that he needs time, space and quiet to empty his bucket. She believes without seeing. She supports him, without needing to see him at his worst. Sometimes seeing is believing, but other times it needs to be a matter of trust.

Dear Teacher, Sometimes You Need to Believe Without Seeing

*This post was originally written in October 2014*


About Amanda van Mulligen

Mother, writer, author, blogger. Born British, Living Dutch. I have three Dutch sons and a Dutch husband and I blog about Turning Dutch and raising highly sensitive children.
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  14. Charlotte says:

    Oh my. This is also my story and experience. I think you are right, the disbelief eye rolling and blame are the worst. We home educated for 2yrs in the end and now she is much happier in a small gentle school. Her bucket is full with lots of splashes but not totally overflowing these days x


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  16. jenniferberlingieri says:

    Thank you thank you thank you Amanda for this article, all your blogs and for starting the Facebook community. I am an HSP with an almost 4 year old HSC. Every time I read this article it makes me cry. Every time. Because you are describing my life, you are describing my son with such accuracy! I sent it to his preschool teachers today and it has really helped them understand what I’ve been trying to tell them for months. Again thank you. Much love to you and your family. Xx

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    • I love that this has helped!!!!!!!! Thank you. The reason I started the Happy Sensitive Kids blog is that I was convinced my family was not the only family going through hell doing things that I see other families just doing as part of normal life. I saw others without children coming home from school without the emotional breakdowns. I saw teachers reacting as if we were crazy. And when I read Elaine Aron’s words that 15-20% of the population is highly sensitive I just knew there must be others experiencing the same struggles- that’s why I formed the community, set up this blog. Teachers need to know this is not unique; there’s no way in the world they can teach without ever teaching a HSC. And so they should know something about HSCs.

      Thank you for your amazing words.


  17. Ammie says:

    Amanda, I just want to give you a tight hug. You are a strong person and your son too.I am glad he is in different school where teacher believes and understands him.

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  18. Jen says:

    My heart just ached reading this. Your experience here is my worst fear for us next year as we start kindergarten. I keep doing my best to make contact with someone at his school but as we are still months away from him starting and they are still dealing with the current years students, it’s just no the right time yet. I’ll keep pushing to be heard…. that’s all I can do.

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    • Somethings the will and the connection just isn’t there. We’ve learned – and moved on but I hope it’s not something you end up going through. Reaching out is definitely a great first step!


  19. Berna aygun says:

    Hi, I’m a glad parent of a highly sensitive 4 years old boy myself and I follow you for a while now. Thanks for the blog, it’s nice to now what another hs parent is going through. I’m in istanbul- turkey, and send my boy to a small kindergarten at first he cried for 15 days, then didn’t talk until end of first semester, but now he’s opening like a flower, he’s more and more willing to be in new environments and new people, he’s talking a little, but struggles to find ways to integrate. We are advantageous because they are only 9 in his class. I highly recommend small schools. And i wish that we’ll one day share anecdotes where our children are self confident and purely happy.

    With love

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    • Amen to that! Thank you for sharing. What a blessing to only have 9 children in his class – that is wonderful and so lovely to hear how he’s settling and finding his way. 🙂


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