princessmom29
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IME, Scout Camp is run on a quasi-military pattern. Mild hazing rituals are not only tolerated, but encouraged as building courage. (Anyone do the Bobcat Blood thing? -- in our district, the older boys mix the "blood", and they relish making it as foul-tasting as humanly possible without actually being poisonous. The younger kids are told all sorts of ghoulish stories about how it's real blood, and many of them believe it until their parents tell them it's all a joke.)
DS spent 6 years in a troop sponsored by a Catholic Grade school. Officially, profanity was not supposed to be tolerated. Unofficially, at the Scout level they all swore like newly-minted Marines any time they were in a Scout-only environment with no women around. DS doesn't like profanity as he associates it with anger, so he didn't fit in in that respect. (DH and I try not to swear around the kids, but like many people, we sometimes slip when we are VERY upset about something. DS has never really been around casual profanity.)
Scouts can be like Lord of the Flies at times, really, in terms of mental cruelty. At the Scout level, the troops are completely run by the boys, and IME, the adults try very hard to stay out of their affairs as long as no one is being physically harmed. It's a male domain, and they tend to resent any opinions and interference by women into what they are doing. IME the taint of being a mama's boy is deadly in that environment.
The last straw for us with DS' former troop was that they were scheduled to be starting a weekend trip (DH was going, too), but right at the time they were supposed to arrive, a REALLY severe electrical storm was going to be passing right over the reservation (severe hail and 45 mph winds, with a lot of lightning.) DH decided that he did not think it would be safe for the boys to be in tents in that, and tried to talk the Scoutmaster into postponing until 3 am the next morning, which would still have them in camp and ready by reveille. When the Scoutmaster refused, DH decided that he and DS would not be going that night, but would join the troop in the morning after the storm passed. When they went out the next morning the reservation was in shambles and debris was everywhere; they had sustained a direct hit from the storm. They wandered around for two hours, but were unable to find the rest of the troop -- no one knew where they were, and they were not at their assigned site. The Scoutmaster's phone didn't answer, either. DH decided that it wasn't worth the aggravation, and they came home. At the next meeting, DS got demerits for not showing up at camp, AND as usual got called something that I can't say here on the DIS (closest I can come is to tell you that it is a rude term for a certain part of female anatomy.) We feel that lightning is NOT something to be treated cavalierly, so that situation on top of the harassment was enough to make us decide to allow DS to resign.
DS will be trying a new troop at a new school this year, and we are hoping that this group of boys will be a bit kinder, but we're not really counting on it. DS has Asperger's, and DH feels it is important for DS to try to stick with Scouts, because he doesn't play team sports, and DH feels that it is important for him to try to get a better understanding of the way all-male social groups operate. Personally I'm just trying to keep him from swearing off all Scouting until he's 14 and old enough to join Sea `Scouts -- DS *loves* boats and would really enjoy that program a lot more than traditional Scouting activities. (Also, Sea Scouts is co-ed.)
This is NOT,NOT,NOT what scouthing is meant to be, and if national found out I am sure this troop would be disbanded. This is totally and is all ways unacceptable and contrary to what scouting is about. Troops in our area are simply not allwed to behave this way. Our regional would have a fit!!!
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When I asked him if he was happy that he stuck it out or if he wished we had come to get him, he replied that it was a little of both, that he sort of wished he could have gone home but was sort of happy he made it. We had about a two hour drive home and this kid who never sleeps in the car slept nearly the whole way! And he made up for what little he ate all week when we stopped at Subway. . . having never seen DS eat more than about half of even the few meals he actually likes, DH and I nearly fell out of the booth as we watched DS down every bite of an entire foot-long sub!
It wasn't until he'd been home about 2 hours that he was finally smiling again!
(I might be ready to face this again in a year, but don't hold your breath!
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