Getting Torn Apart By your Coach
Guys, i was concerned when i read the below post by @Rachael Holmes - so i thought i would do a short video to not only help Rachael, and Jaxon, but as i know sadly most of you in this community will go through a similar experience - thought i would record to help you. IF YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH SOMETHING SIMILAR - WHAT DID YOU DO ? PLEASE COMMENT BELOW π I am beyond angry. I am devastated! Iβm shaking as I write this because I cannot understand how ONE person - one adult - can inflict so much emotional damage on an 11-year-old boy. My son used to be full of light. He lived and breathed goalkeeping. He had passion, hope, fire - this beautiful spark that made him feel unstoppable. And now? Now heβs a shattered version of himself. Heβs drowning in self-doubt, questioning everything he used to love. He genuinely believes heβs not good enough to be a goalkeeper anymore. An eleven-year-old child should never feel that way. And what breaks me the most is that the very people who were supposed to protect him, guide him, nurture him, DEVELOP him - the ones he trusted - are the same ones who tore him apart. His so-called coach, the one who promised him the world, who stood in front of him telling him how βamazingβ he wasβ¦ that same man turned around and ripped him to pieces that no one else saw. How can someone build up a child with one breath and destroy him with the next? Does he even realise what heβs done to my son? No. He doesnβt. And he carries on with his life as if nothing happened. As if he hasnβt left an 11-year-old boy picking up the broken pieces of his confidence. The damage is done, and he doesnβt give a damn. And everyone around him still supports him and praises him and we are classed as pests, a nuisance and causing trouble! Meanwhile, Iβm left watching my son crumble. My heart aches - physically aches - for my boy. And I donβt know how to bring his spark back. π For the first time in over two years, he refused to go to goalkeeper training. He said, βI canβt diveβ¦ Iβm not good enoughβ¦ the other boys are better, so whatβs the point?β Hearing those words from a child who used to throw himself around the pitch with joy and bravery tore something inside me.