My son’s teacher praises his ideas. His classmates roll their eyes.
And his body does this thing: Throat tight. Brain races. He shuts down. Talks less. Isolates at recess. Doom-thinks about never belonging. And here’s the part nobody says out loud: grown-ups do it too.
And just like that, the child unclenched. Not with punishment. Not with performance. But with permission.
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