INFO POST TIME! BULLYING AWARENESS AND PREVENTION
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SPECIFIC TRIGGER WARNINGS: suicide, depression, abuse
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SPECIFIC TRIGGER WARNINGS: suicide, depression, abuse
IMAGE CONTENT: Nothing graphic, just a few stock photos of kids looking lonelyThese posts are a "safe space" to ask questions you might otherwise be too shy to. Please do not reply to ( Read more... )
Almost the whole grade (save for about 5-7 people maybe) had a game based on me. If I touched them, they freaked out because 'geeerrms' and had to hit another person and say blackout. That 'transferred' the germs. This also applied to anything I touched. Pencils, Water fountains, whatever. If I sat down in a cluster of desks, everyone would yank their desks away from mine.
The teachers tried to put a stop to it as much as they could. They succeeded a little, giving numbers (punishment) to the kids that did it within their sight. But it never really stopped until I graduated from grade school.
The worst of the bullies also threw rocks and me and one spit at me in a place on the playground where I couldn't escape.
However, my one bright moment against them once is when I ran from water fountain to water fountain, drinking from all of them before they could get to them. Not a one of them would drink then. :D
Typing this seems surreal. It feels like I've made it up. But I haven't. I know I haven't.
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My bullies were a lot more passive...although I can claim that I had an actual nemesis in high school who made my life suck. A lot. In the end, after we had all graduated, my older sister slapped him. that was my bright moment :)
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I was treated like the plague amongst the girls in my year. No one wanted to or even dared talk to me. Sadly, we were all at that age where being friends with boys was Not The Thing To Do, so even though I could have joined another group of male friends who seemed to not understand why I was repulsive, I just retreated within myself and waited for my hair to grow back.
I still find it weird when people put a hand on my shoulder.
And of course I never told anyone this was happening, but without my mum being her awesome self, I don't think I would have lasted this long.
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There was was a kid in grades 1-3 who went through that at my school (that whole touching any object or person touched by bullied victim made you 'contaminated by association' bullshit).
She was also only referred to my her full name, never just her first name (kinda like how Charlie Brown was picked on and only referred to by his full name); the only way I can make sense of it was that this was the kids' way of dehumanizing her, in the sense of reducing her to like a "boogie man legend" like Jason Vorhese instead of just another kid no different from any other kid. And I reckon that, in turn, made it easier to rationalize being cruel to her.
It's super surreal and sobering to read first-hand feelings and grief from the kind of bullied kid that I, I'm sorry to say, was too much of a coward to stand up for, and only observed from the sidelines, among all the other kids who were too chicken to intervene.
That's the real insidiousness of bullying: when other kids do nothing, for fear of having that bullying turned on them (or worse still, joining in on the bulling to fit in).
I'm sorry that it happened to you at all.
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