How often do you find people, rather than ask you for the truth choose to fill in the gaps using imagination and gossip. After a long stint of truancy shortly after my mothers death the school sent a social worker round to my house to see what I was up to.
She was really nice and this was a wise move. After a couple of weeks the thought of all the trouble I would be in overwhelmed me and so I stayed away longer and longer. Finally I dare not return.
Her approach was good but she had answered all the questions already. I must be sniffing glue and be a certain character type. It was easier for everyone involved to stick to a familiar script rather than address the problem.
I went back to school but nothing deep had altered.
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