The bastardization of reality known as “trauma-informed” approach to investigation, promoted by those who believe that female victims of sex crimes suffer for lack of belief, has proven itself wonderful for the sensibilities of women and pretty awful for ascertaining the facts of whether an offense happened and who did it. So naturally, the same pseudo-science upon which it relies has found its way into education. Not just Title IX issues, but how public school teachers address their students.
The viral post, shared by a veteran teacher, explained how she had her students write down the emotional baggage they were carrying around, wad up the papers, and toss them across the room. Each student then picked up a random paper and read it to the class. Students could share if they wrote it or remain anonymous. The teacher described how the students were moved by the activity, and how she felt it helped them develop empathy for one another. The bag of wadded papers hangs by the door to remind students “they are not alone, they are loved, and we have each other’s back.”
The faddish notion is that if you write down your problems and throw them away, you’ve somehow shed your problems, the “baggage” you secretly carry with you. Before they got tossed, they got read aloud so that other students would realize they aren’t alone in their fears, their pain, their feelings.
Again, I looked at the post through my own lens. My experience teaching middle schoolers was that despite appearances, they desperately want to be real—to share their struggles and have their experiences and feelings acknowledged. So many kids walk through the halls of their schools thinking they are alone, and I see value in letting them know that they are not.
Seems fair enough that young people who might not be inclined to talk about their “experiences and feelings” have them “acknowledged,” whatever that means, and more importantly, realize that all kids have problems, and whatever problems one has, there are invariably others who have them as well. Though I suspect each child’s problem must be singularly special, even if generally similar, as it would diminish the value of their experience to tell them they’re not special and their problems are pretty much like every other kid’s problems.
Whether this was worthy of going viral as a plan for your little darlings or trendy palliative, it doesn’t appear to be a bad thing, so why not?
Like hundreds of thousands of others, I took the post at face value and neglected to dig deeper into potential pitfalls of the activity. That was a mistake.
As trauma-informed teacher and researcher Addison Duane wrote, “Research has found that asking students to relive traumatic events or emotional moments during the school day can exacerbate a problem. The student may not give off any outward indication but the internal effects, according to doctors, are long-lasting. In fact, child advocacy centers are explicitly trained in not asking a child for a traumatic story more than once, to avoid further traumatizing.”
No doubt there are middle-schoolers who have suffered trauma, whether child molestation or serious physical abuse, for example. Whether telling their “story” a second time re-traumatizes them has certainly become a trauma-informed belief. Whether it’s true, or universally true, is a matter for researchers, assuming they aren’t bent on finding a way to empirically prove their beliefs rather than test their validity.
But is every student a trauma victim? No one grows up without experiences that hurt their feelings. Not the prom queen. Not the captain of the football team. Not the science nerd or the band nerd. We all have our pains. Does that mean we’re all trauma victims?
“Our students are living through far more traumatic times than we did,” says Kellie Cashion, a former middle school teacher and current school administrator. “We should not compound that trauma by asking them to relive it in their classrooms with their peers, led by a teacher not a licensed therapist.”
It may be disturbing enough that your child’s classroom teacher would rather use his time to ferret out your kid’s misery than teach, say, reading or math. No doubt someone will say they can do both, but that’s a dubious proposition since students aren’t exactly beating the world with their mad math skillz.
Many of us got caught up in the feel-good nature of the story and our desire for human beings to connect on an emotional level—and in the process we neglected the good work of trauma specialists and professional counselors who are trained and equipped to help kids navigate those waters in a healthy way. I know I did.
Was the original viral story a “feel-good” story, or a story that valorized trauma and victimhood, as opposed to doing the job they’re paid, and if we’re lucky, trained, to do. But what happened to resiliency, to grit, to telling students that life is filled with minor aches and pains, things that will make them sad and hurt their feelings, but they need to get over it, fight through it, get past it, or they will spend the rest of their lives wallowing in misery?
But even this “feel-good” story led down the path of trauma. What seemed at first to be a cute but shallow gimmick to shed students of their hurt feelings, and “acknowledge” that they’re just ordinary kids feeling ordinary kid feelings, is now to traumatize and victimize them again?
Let this be a cautionary tale for all of us who are desperate for stories of human connection. Not all feel-good stories are as uplifting as they seem, and while we don’t need to look at every story with a negative eye, we do need to use a wider lens. Our optimism and intentions can blind us to reality, so it’s vital that we take the time to dig deeper before sharing a seemingly positive story that may actually cause more harm than good.
There are students who need medical and therapeutic care for real trauma, and identifying them so that they can get the care they need seems a worthy cause. But this is, indeed, a cautionary tale of how “trauma-informed teachers” see every child as a trauma victim, and every teacher as obliged to cater to their trauma, even if there is nothing more there than ordinary teenage angst.
If children are to grow up resilient and capable, then the lesson they learn in school shouldn’t be that they’re trauma victims. Turning them into victims isn’t “optimism,” but surely reflects teachers who are “blind to reality.” They’re kids. Let them be. Keep your trauma-informed tears to yourself.

“If children are to grow up resilient and capable,”
…but who says that’s the objective?
If they aren’t victims, what will they have to tell their therapist to explain the misery of their lives?
As a practicing lawyer, I would have thought you would be aware of the need to foster “billable hours”. Maybe these therapists are worried that if kids and others can get their trauma worked on by unlicensed therapists, who’s going to pay for the next Bugatti?
Out of curiosity I went looking for what might constitute Antonyms for victim. Merriam-Webster had the most interesting presentation (of those I looked at) in their thesaurus section with a search for ‘victim’. Both the Synonyms and the Antonyms are telling. I took the second definition as the most appropriate:
Victimhood training has no place in school or anywhere.
Resilient and capable. This post brings to mind a situation one of my sisters faced. Her name was Ellen, she was fourteen months younger than me, and she died in 1991 at the age of 35 from an illness from childhood. The onset was middle school age, nephritis, her kidneys disintegrating. El was close to death several times as a preteen and teenager. A social worker showing up in her hospital room now and then tried her endurance by snooping. How do you feel? and she would refuse to spill her soul. She mimicked the old amateur. “How do you feel?” “With my fingers!”
Ellen felt like hell. A lot. And she looked like hell. A lot, at a sensitive age. Classmates made fun of her. Who would want the problems she had. But she thought with her head, not her heart. No victim for sure.
Had this been a thing when I was in school, I am pretty sure me and the rest of the regular mischief crowd would have fictionalized and written down some of the most hair-curling bullshit ever to have to be read aloud by another student in a public school, anywhere. Today, when so many recognized fetishes remain wrongly oppressed by the larger society, the opportunities for a rollicking good tale in such a context would be exponentially greater. If the kids were on top of this, a few of the wadded-up notes would have to be censored (and excluded from the hanging bag), but in any event, it would be the funnest day ever in that classroom.
Cool idea. I might have gotten my parents arrested.
More traumatic than the kid whose number came up after years of watching body bags come home? Or more traumatic than having the police turn fire hoses and dogs on you during a civil rights march? More traumatic than the crack epidemic and the Rodney King riots? More traumatic than watching the towers fall? I had kids in my classes who had fled the Rwandan genocide, are today’s kids more traumatized?
If they say they are, how can you question it with your facts and details unless you’re a terrible person? It’s so obvious that it doesn’t even require a cite.