spiritnoname wrote:kids are too stupid
. When I was a (very young, maybe 8ish) kid I remember very clearly having 'wonderings' that my teachers and parents ignored and/or discouraged. Wonderings like the following:
* When I walk, am I moving forwards or is the ground moving backwards
* On startrek, how does the teleporter know where the person ends and the air around them begins? What about the air inside them? (leading to a favourite...)
* Where does the river end and the sea begin?
* How do I know I'm not dead and this 'life' is god's test?
* How do I know I'm not dead and this 'life' is god's punishment?
* How can I be sure I'm not the only real person and everyone else are not just illusions to keep me company?
* Am I real or another person's imaginary friend?
I remember in playschool (age 3 ish) believing I had it all figured out, with a model in my mind of the Hindu version of reincarnation... despite living in a little town with absolutely no multiculturalism and having encountered no teachings about life or death other than Sunday school (to which my strict atheist parents sent me because they couldn't before childcare but pulled me out when I got too 'in to it')
A lot of my wonderings were about continua vs discretisation, we are raised in a world where everything (even the wind) is regarded as a discrete entity, but as a child I couldn't figure out why. I don't know what would have been different if my wonderings would have been nurtured or encouraged, but the constant "shut up Keith" (or the more hostile version "piss off Keith" attributed to my parents) did nothing but teach me to suppress any wonderings I had. Why did my parents and teachers want me to "shut up"? Because I struggled to read, I strugged with basic mathematics and I struggled with social interaction. When I was questioning everything, those I was supposed to look up to simply thought I was stupid. Rather than play on the swings in the park I would be seen gazing at the roundabout as it rotated, sitting alone.
Not to hijack the thread, but at age 10 I began to self-harm. At age 14 I attempted suicide. Not all kids are 'stupid', some have wonderings deeper than most adults. I am concerned about my niece now (she's a month old) because I've spoken to her father (my brother) begging for him to teach the child to question everything. He refused, saying he wanted her to be 'normal'.
Sorry about that, needed to get it off my chest.