What an interesting thread. I have seen the programme referred to, and the book.
My first husband was damaged and could not be close or emotionally available. My now husband, an orphan adopted by missionaries, was sent away age five, and suffered horrific abuse- many problems resulted from that time.
I was sent to boarding school at age 11/12, (my eighth school) the same time as my older brother. My father was in the forces and decided we needed to stay in one place for the rest of our education, and there was some sort of financial support to allow him to do it or he could never have afforded it. It was felt that I was too shy and timid and needed toughening up but years later they let slip it would have been unfair to my brother not to send me away as well as he was acutely jealous of me.
We were termly boarders and were able to fly to wherever our parents were for the long holidays on subsidised flights.
My brother went to an old established cathedral school and loved it, he flourished.
I went to it’s newly set up sister school out of town. I hated it and did not thrive In such a repressive place and was constantly in detention. I can really identify with PP who spoke of the torment of being trapped 24/7 with your bully - girls as well as staff. The loneliness was terrible and every day we watched the daily girls running off to their parents, every Friday we watched the weeklies being picked up while we went back into school to do our prep. At half term a notice would be read out asking others to take us termlies - it was humiliating.
There were no after hours activities and I missed Girl Guides. I loved reading and books were my refuge but was no good at sports which led to more isolation. Also remember the homesickness and living with the dread of the flight back.
So much more.
But this is turning into a pity-party, which it isn’t - I survived - permanently damaged, but survived with a skill set that included being able to shin up and down fire escape poles to go to the local off licence, smoking and drinking and generally behaving very badly - such a cliché!
Twenty years ago I was sent to a psychiatric hospital and I fitted right in. Old skills came right back to the fore!
Still in touch very occasionally with two girls but the school closed some time ago following a scandal involving the then headmaster and porn. Never wanted to go back and never did.