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I do not say this lightly: you’re in danger of creating a monster. My parents used to take away every single thing I had for entertainment if I got below a B for a grade on anything, even the most minor pop quiz. I could win the things back one by one for every A I made. Only tests counted. I didn’t even have a test every week. I was homeschooled and we traveled full time, so this literally cut me off from any socialization and creative outlets for weeks or months at a time. I would agonize over whether I wanted to be allowed to speak to friends or play my musical instruments or be able to read books until I had my next test two weeks later. I could never win everything back at once. My grades slipped even lower because I would blank on things I studied for hours to pass out of fear of what would happen if I missed just a couple of questions. I would dissociate and lose hours at a time from my memory. My parents eventually stopped when I panicked so hard before an algebra test (I’m terrible at math no matter how hard I try) that I cried until I couldn’t breathe, started screaming, and almost passed out. My grades came back up, but it left me with an intense panic disorder combined with perfectionism. I almost fall apart when anything I’m responsible for isn’t perfect, because I feel like my life is literally ending, that nobody will love me and everyone will leave, my life will always be miserable and that I should just die and save the time and effort. DO NOT DO THIS TO YOUR CHILD. Study with her, help her, talk to her. For the love of God don’t give her the association that making small mistakes means she can’t have joy and fun in her life. She isn’t even failing! She made one B! This isn’t a pattern, and she is a CHILD. I’m not saying this to be inflammatory, but what is WRONG with you?

The first time I homeschooled, I did so for religious reasons that I no longer hold. I stopped homeschooling them when my oldest was in 5th grade because I realized that I was not doing a good job and indeed was harming my children’s future. My 5th grader had to go into 4th grade because with so many kids, we got distracted a lot and fell behind.All of my kids (except the very young ones) went to school. It was much better for everyone involved. My oldest got the help he needed and is doing very well today.I am now homeschooling again. My 4th grader and kindergartner both have pretty severe ADHD and were not doing well in public school.My 4th grader was just slipping through the cracks academically and socially. She wrote in a notebook that she wanted to die because nobody liked her. Her last few report cards were a mess and she just wasn’t connecting to her education. She would daydream during class and then just write random answers. The teacher and social worker worked with her, but I knew that I could do much better if I pulled her, so I did. She is doing much better at home. My kindergartner was far too impulsive to be in a classroom just yet. We will take it year by year but I imagine I will probably homeschool him through elementary school as well. Adhd makes the elementary school classroom torture.

Mine isn’t a mother, it was my father.When I was in second grade my parents had enrolled us in a better school through open enrollment and after a week we were informed it was over-enrolled and I couldn’t attend anymore. My dad sued the school and homeschooled me while it was in court. My mother was an experienced music teacher and tutored kids in math and reading, but for some reason, my father insisted on teaching. My father claimed to be a genius. He said he was a straight-A student. He claimed he graduated high school at 13 and taught martial arts to the army. But the man couldn’t spell, oke was the way he spelled the mighty tree acorns grow into. He didn’t know his multiplication tables, he would write out and add 2+2+2 to find out what 3x2 was every time. His penmanship was cramped and illegible. He bought workbooks for every subject and I did them under his direction, then again with mom after Dad went to go do his own thing. I did workbooks for several levels ahead of my grade in spite of him, but when I went back to public school, (after he won the lawsuit), the teacher made me do all the grade level work she said I missed doing in her class.I wasn’t too surprised when we were cleaning out my grandmother’s house after she died and my father’s high school records. He graduated at 20, not 13. His report cards were all Ds and Fs with maybe one or two Cs at most per year.