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When I first became pregnant with my first child I immediately had nightmares about school. Little did I know that it was going to be me again that would be bullied, not so much my child. But at the time I had the nightmares, I feared for my child’s time and friendships at school.

Would she get good teachers, would there be accepting peers and great experiences to be had? Would she be bullied about how she looked, would she be scarred in her lifetime by human behaviour?

I had no idea that just being back in a schoolyard alone, even as an adult would bring so much upturn in my life.