What are the children thinking after being wronged?

A mother left a message in the background: What should I do if my child is wronged by teachers and classmates at school? The first time I saw the message, I immediately replied to her: stand on the side of the child, regardless of whether he is right or wrong. If he was wrongly accused, find a way to clear his name. If he is wrong, deal with school matters first and wait until the child calms down before talking to him slowly. The mother never replied. I don’t know how she dealt with it later, but I wanted to say something about the child being wrongly accused outside the home. A friend said that even though twenty years have passed, he still can\’t let go, can\’t let go of what happened back then, and can\’t forgive the teacher who handled it. If he sees that teacher again, he wants to say to him: \”Teacher, you were wrong back then.\” That year, when he was fifteen years old, he left his parents for the first time and went to a boarding high school. Due to the loneliness and pain of leaving home, coupled with the discomfort in adapting to a strange environment, he originally had good academic performance, but failed in his first major exam. This made the proud man feel very sad for a while. What he didn\’t expect was that even greater pain was to come. One day, the suitcases of several classmates in the boys\’ dormitory were opened and some money and clothes were lost. He was among the people who had thrown things away. After briefly asking about the situation, the head teacher pointed the suspicion at him because he had returned to the dormitory between classes. He defended himself by saying that he only went back to get a piece of clothing and that he had not touched other people\’s things and that he had also lost something himself. No matter how he defended himself, the teacher firmly believed that he was the thief, and that he was just calling to catch the thief when he lost something. He was angry, sad, and aggrieved, and could not explain himself. No matter what, the head teacher did not believe his innocence. Later, his father rushed to the school, learned about the situation, and stood by his son. He believed in his son\’s innocence. The father did not want the relationship between his son and the teacher to become tense, so he said a lot of nice things to the teacher and found someone to mediate. Because there was no direct evidence to prove who the thief was, the teacher could not continue to say that he stole it, and the matter was ignored. Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning of a nightmare. The teacher believed in his heart that he had stolen it, and felt that he was not good at studying, dishonest, and an unteachable brat. From then on, in the class, he was classified as a poor student and not accepted by the teacher. The queue to be seen. That year, he lived cautiously and suppressed pain, and his grades plummeted. Several times, he wanted to beat up his teacher and end his life. In the end, reason prevailed over emotion, and he endured it. In the second year, his father asked for help to adjust his class and change his class teacher. He slowly recovered and his academic performance began to improve little by little until he was admitted to college. After graduating from high school, he never went back to high school or attended a high school reunion. He said that what his head teacher did back then left a lifelong shadow on him. Until now, he has not practiced enough to mention that time. The experience can lead to a state of tranquility and tranquility. This little incident may have long been forgotten by teachers and parents, but it left an indelible shadow in the children\’s hearts. My friend is quite lucky. At least, his parents believed in him and later helped him change classes, alleviating some of his inner pain. Some children don’t have this problem.So lucky. One reader said that her childhood experience severed her relationship with her mother. When she was in the third grade of elementary school, one day, her mother received a call from her teacher asking her to come to school. The mother hurried to school and the teacher told her that her child had stolen a classmate\’s new pen. When her mother saw her, she was standing alone in a corner, with tears on her face. Without saying a word, her mother went up and slapped her, \”You damn kid, how many times have I told you that we are poor but our ambitions are not poor. If you like pens, I will buy them for you no matter how poor you are.\” She cried loudly, She said she didn\’t take it, it wasn\’t her. Her mother scolded her and told her to shut up. Even her mother doubted her because she once went home and said that she wanted a pen because the writing written by the pen was more beautiful. The mother lost the child\’s pen, and when she got home, she tried every means to force her to reveal where she had hidden the pen. \”I didn\’t steal… I didn\’t steal.\” No matter how her mother asked, she said she had never stolen. When her mother saw that she refused to admit it, she yelled at her a few words and then let it go. Later, the child\’s pen was found, but he had misplaced it. The teacher apologized to her, and her mother said that she should not have wronged her. She forgave her teacher, but could not forgive her mother. From then on, she could no longer get close to her mother. She always felt that there was a barrier between them that could not be broken. Back then, when I was five or six years old, I was wrongly accused by my neighbor of stealing sweet potatoes from his field. He dragged me to find my father, who asked me if I had stolen it. I was frightened and refused to say anything. Seeing that I didn\’t speak or defend myself, the neighbor insisted that I had stolen it. My father raised his hand angrily and hit me. Thirty years later, I still remember this incident. Although I have long since let it go, it left a profound impact on my entire childhood. I still remember that I never said a word to my neighbor from then on until I went to college and my neighbor moved out of town and we never spoke again. Adults don\’t understand it, it\’s just such a small thing, but in the children\’s hearts, they can\’t get over it. Of course, I didn\’t blame my father. He hit me because he was angry that I didn\’t defend myself, and the neighbor was aggressive, so he hit me out of desperation. Some people say that no matter what you do to a child, he will forget it when it passes. Therefore, many people regard a child being wrongly accused as a trivial matter. What happened to you when you were wrongly accused? I am not a policeman, so I can’t investigate it so clearly. Others say it was you, but you can’t prove it wasn’t you. What do you want me to do? manage? As everyone knows, children are the most vindictive. In their small hearts, they cannot tolerate such grievances, so try not to wrong children. If one day your child is wronged, please stand by your child first and don\’t let him suffer further harm. Sometimes, parents\’ distrust is a bigger blow to the child. If you can\’t clear him up even after you\’ve exhausted all possible means, please share the responsibility with him, accompany him out of the shadows, and teach him to learn to tolerate setbacks.