Christmas was ok. I didn’t really feel “in the spirit” but I played along. Made pancakes and bacon for breakfast and lasagna and garlic bread for dinner.

My son came clean today about why he’s been so out of sorts for the past two weeks. I finally told him today that I’m worried about his sudden change in behavior and that I can tell something is wrong. He said he might talk about it later. We went to a restaurant for a late lunch/early dinner and he decided to tell us that he’s been being bullied at his e-learning camp. Three boys there have been ganging up on him and hitting him/slapping him. They’ve been recording this and attempting to upload it to YouTube. Thankfully they were dumb enough to record it on HIS phone and upload it to HIS YouTube channel, so he was able to delete the videos himself. I asked if they were also verbally making fun of him and he confirmed. He said that only one adult there has stood up for him and punished the boys, but the rest have said there’s nothing they can do. I told him he does not have to go there anymore. I will find another place for him to go and in the meantime my mom agreed to take him five days a week until I do. I’m going to call the owner on Monday and let her know this has been going on and he no longer wants to attend. I’ve been leery of this place for awhile, they never make the kids wear masks even though it’s a state mandate and he’s told me before there’s been instances of bullying between other kids. I reported that to the owner and I guess they got talked to and have turned on my son. Well I will absolutely not let him go to a place where he doesn’t feel safe.

I’m very happy he felt he was able to talk to me about this. I’ve been feeling like a horrible mother for how things have been going around here lately and I’m so glad he feels comfortable talking to me about serious issues like this. It makes me feel like I’m doing at least one thing right; making him feel loved and secure enough to confide in me. I never felt like that with my mom. I assured him that he can always talk to me, and if he doesn’t feel comfortable with me he can go to RS. Hell, he can go to my brother or SIL if he wants. Someone will always be there to help him. That’s all I wanted as a kid and I never got it.