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Saving Our Boys

JF2I grew up with a brother who struggled with mental illness.

My parents must have looked at the boy and thought something was wrong. He wet his pants in his third-grade classroom or hesitated to mix in with other shirtless boys who didn’t mind getting their shoes muddied from outdoor activities.

As a talented and sensitive artist, my brother did not cope well with the conflicting parenting styles; while our father harnessed him with reigns and latches to man him up, our mother hovered around him to compensate for what she thought he didn’t get from her husband.

By the time I was born seven years later, my brother saw my presence as a reflection of his own incompetence and an emblem of shame. I was my parents’ hope of what he could have been. At a young age, I witnessed his unmasked agony, which was raw and wild, often manifesting itself in verbal and emotional violence against me.

Looking back, his world of what it meant to be a man was a collage of parental obsession, a false sense of masculinity, and overprotection. An already a sensitive child who loved simple things in life, my parents’ norms and pressure drove him to run after the things he abhorred: power, success, and masculinity.

 Parents must invite their sons to be sad, afraid, hurt, silly and affectionate, and must embrace them as often as they snuggle their daughters. Sweet boys learn early on that they can defend themselves against loneliness by reaching out and asking for support rather than turning into people who, literally, grab for power.   

-Faith Salie @TIMES “How to Raise a Sweet Son in the Era of Angry Men” 

In his early 50’s, he is still searching for the boyhood he never had nor will ever know.

Before Father passed away, I remember how he summoned his courage to tell me that, as a father, he had so much anxiety about raising a son who seemed aloof, distant, and fragile. He didn’t know how to instruct him as he himself was raised by a father who always expected his to be “the man”.

I am not sure how to navigate this field of boyhood, becoming a man, or even how to listen to them.

Perhaps there’s nothing I can do to help the parents and the boys who struggle. Maybe “help” is not a right word to use here. Perhaps that’s the point. They don’t need my help. I just have to listen and know that they struggle to come to terms with their spaces.

 

 

Author:

Benna Haas works as a Gifted Education Specialist at Philips Middle School in Chapel Hill-Carrboro City Schools since 2016. She has been an educator since 2008 and taught a wide range of English classes for gifted and talented learners in Charlotte-Mecklenburg Schools, Cabarrus County Schools, Durham Public Schools, and Union County Schools. Some of the classes she enjoyed teaching include Advanced Placement Composition and Language, Honors English II, III, and IV, ESL, and self-contained Middle Grades AIG English and Language Arts. As a Third Culture Kid(TCK) who grew up in South Korea, Israel, Brazil, and Ivory Coast including seven random cities in the United States, she has lived her life as a nomad where her idea of home is never concrete. When forced to define it, she will say home is an infinite sum of fleeting moments. Her favorite authors are Raymond Carver, Vladimir Nabokov, Toni Morrison, and Jhumpa Lahiri. Her favorite numbers are 3 and 7. After she graduated Oberlin College with a degree in English, she has worked tirelessly for 15+ years to build space for teens of all shades, colors, and streaks. She has been a strong advocate for the misfits, outliers, and all others in between. She earned her M.Ed. in Literacy at UNC-Chapel Hill completing her research on teacher motivation associated with gifted learners. She will be starting her Ph.D. in Fall 2019 in the area of Educational Psychology focusing on gifted and talented. She now lives with her husband Young and her 8-year-old daughter Pearl in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.

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