The Reason Things Change; Because They Need To

The other day I posted my entry about sharing my story at a middle school. This is a follow up. I mentioned that high school was not always easy for me. In reality, I got off pretty darn good compared to today's standards.

Fortunately, I did not have to go to school hungry. Today some students go to school hungry. Meal programs are a necessary component in today's school environment.

We had one guidance counsellor for the entire school and he was interested in providing career counselling.

Now there are multiple guidance counsellors, social workers and a psychologist. Are students dealing with more complex issues? Probably not, however, the school system has recognized that there are more social problems students are dealing with. The curriculum has changed. More focus on today's societal concerns. Schools are more balanced and in touch with students of today.
Does bullying exist? Yes. More students cone from one parent homes, more poverty, more ethnically diverse student base. Cultural and ethnic considerations are taken into consideration. The anthem is sung, the Lord's Prayer is not said.

 There are programs like Speak Up where students learn about mental health issues and resources. When I speak at schools I am marvelled at how progressive the schools have become. They are more acutely aware of the needs of students. The students are encouraged to write questions or comments on cue cards. On one occasion a student asked how they can prevent themselves from doing self harm.

I talk about the support networks, the importance of reaching out for help and to seek professional assistance. I admire their courage, bravery for being honest. Thankfully the psychologist will follow up.

For me in high school, I owe a huge thank you to my high school basketball coach for stepping into my space and helping me through a rough period. For literally preventing me from dropping out or falling in with the wrong crowd.

Today, I am thankful to my sweetheart and a small group of friends for keeping me honest with my depression and stepping into my specs when needed.

I have been saved because people cared, loved and supported me. When you least expect it your real supporters will step forward. Be brave, be open and be vocal.