I live in a world where my kids and kids I worked with have parents who have been convicted murderers, thieves, drug users, drug dealers, rapists, domestic abusers, child abusers and more. When I lived in fear that the 'father' who had been recently released from prison where he served a too short sentence for raping his wife/mother of my kid's classmate would show up at school and open fire, as he threatened to do. Oh, after a few days, he was arrested and jailed again, but in the meantime. My kid was in first grade. Oh, and my other kid: one of his classmates was orphaned when her father murdered her mother in front of the police officers who had escorted her to their home so that she could remove some belongings because she had taken the kids and fled for safety. The father killed himself in jail.
I live in a world where my friend saw the 18 month old in the house across the street bounced off of walls--literally, bounced off of walls---and the police refused to take action. No surprise that this kid had major anger issues in kindergarten. And was in a program for mentally disturbed GRADESCHOOLERS by 4th grade. Which made me really shudder to think what happened in the home of a different kid whose stepfather was arrested for malicious endangerment of a child. A couple of years later, this same kid made credible--and I mean very credible--threats to murder my kid. Who was 12 and under 5 ft tall, maybe 80 lbs. Went to court for that. FF a few years and he did some serious time for attempted murder. The really sad thing? He was smart--very! and handsome and an extremely talented athlete. Who could not overcome the abuse at home. I think eventually, he has done better. He's out of prison, now, I think. More than one of my kids' classmates ended up in prison for violent crimes, themselves. A few of them had hung out at my house on multiple occasions.
My kid was threatened with being killed, set on fire, someone tried to drown him at school and I lost track of the times someone tried to push him into oncoming traffic. I had a kid (not mine) crying at my table because a teacher had dumped a waste can over the head of another kid in class--school claimed it didn't happen, but enough kids who were in that class, with enough other stories made it very credible. Didn't tell his own parents because, well, they were likely not sober enough or were in bed with someone or another. But he told me and the school refused to acknowledge that anything happened. Same teacher had a bad enough reputation for long enough that the MOTHERS of kids my kids' age warned us new to town mothers to never allow our daughters to be alone with the teacher. Oh, he was allowed to teach until he decided to retire. Teacher who refused to allow my kid to pass down the hallway to his next class so he could hear her tell me that he was disorganized. She knocked his books and papers out of his arms and then said: See! Happens all the time. Who knew nothing--and I mean nothing--about the science curriculum she was supposedly teaching in 6th grade. The teachers who taught classes or 'taught classes' drunk. Who insulted and ridiculed students for an assortment of reasons. Or 'reasons.' Meaning no reason is good enough to treat a student that way. None of which the schools would acknowledge happened, much less address.
My kids had the advantage of having parents who are well educated and who were willing and able to spend time at schools, advocating for schools, for ALL kids, for being present. So, relatively speaking, they got the best from teachers. Not many of the kids they went to school with had that.
Don't get me wrong: I have a lot of teachers in my family. And some of the very best people I know in the world have been my kids' teachers. Almost entirely, the issues any of my kids came from other kids, usually with parents with some pretty questionable life skills, parenting skills and compromised sobriety and massive anger issues. But never, not once, not even the kid who threatened (credibly) to set my kid on fire or the other kid who threatened (credibly) to kill my kid--or the kid who tried to drown--and I mean: drown! my kid--never did I advocate for them to be arrested and taken to jail. Not once. And none of these were autistic kids, who really need specially trained teachers and staff.