Awareness will bring progression.
When I was in 3rd grade, I wrote a “love letter” to a classmate. It may sound silly, but there’s a reason I never forgot this event. The note consisted of the Barney theme song and a request to “go on a date.” When I went to go place it in his desk, I was caught by a teaching aid. She stopped the reading session she was doing, and told me to bring the note to her. After reading it, she told my teacher of my “misbehavior”, and she then called the dean. Now of course at around 7-8 years old, I didn’t really understand the concept of things like dating or relationships, or even romance. I was simply repeating things I had heard from television. But these administrators treated the situation as if I did. I was sat by myself in the office, in the room by myself, in which I began to cry. The dean threatened to have me call my parents and read the note to them, which as a good kid I was terrified of because I never got in trouble. In the end, I was made to sit alone at the assembly a few mi...