Bullies
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
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( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
Suggested by Mariam67
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
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Bullying
I suffered in silence for 3 years, it was actually 4 years but after the 1st year and not getting any help or support I pretty much gave up and just accepted that this was the way my life was going to be.
It didn't just affect me - it affected my parents. They couldn't help and this caused a few arguments between which only made me more determined to stay silent.
When I pushed through a 3rd storey window I still tried to keep things quiet.
When I had broken hand held down and punched I still kept quiet.
When they would climb 12ft fences around the tennis courts I didn't bother to run - they'd only get me later.
They knew where I lived so going out was always a bit fraught. Staying in was the same. Sometimes they'd wait outside my house.
Taking the dog out for a walk was a bit of worry - things were always worse outside school, although attacks were much rarer.
I had my ears pulled so hard that they ripped. They're now a bit knobbly.
My parents did their best, and I love them for it, but they could never help. To ask them for help would have been weak.
That's just a few of the things I went through. It might not sound much but even today they still affect me to an extent. When I see those people in the street (which is thankfully rare!) I become that person I was and shrink inside. Even though all this happened 15 years ago I still wonder how I could have been so weak as to let it happen.
I'm a father myself now, as some as you know, and made a promise to my son that I'll never let him suffer like I did. I hope to God that he never does. I love him, he's special and I'll always do my best to protect him.
Writing this post has been a tough. It's not something I like to talk about and it's not something that many of my friends know about, but in a strange way its something of a relief.
As is the norm in many tales like this, most of the people who bullied me are habitual criminals and/or junkies. In hindsight I guess (and in some cases know) they had little or no family life. I suppose they were missing something and thats what made them the way they were. I'm man enough to forgive but I'll never forget.
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 14:30, 4 replies)
I suffered in silence for 3 years, it was actually 4 years but after the 1st year and not getting any help or support I pretty much gave up and just accepted that this was the way my life was going to be.
It didn't just affect me - it affected my parents. They couldn't help and this caused a few arguments between which only made me more determined to stay silent.
When I pushed through a 3rd storey window I still tried to keep things quiet.
When I had broken hand held down and punched I still kept quiet.
When they would climb 12ft fences around the tennis courts I didn't bother to run - they'd only get me later.
They knew where I lived so going out was always a bit fraught. Staying in was the same. Sometimes they'd wait outside my house.
Taking the dog out for a walk was a bit of worry - things were always worse outside school, although attacks were much rarer.
I had my ears pulled so hard that they ripped. They're now a bit knobbly.
My parents did their best, and I love them for it, but they could never help. To ask them for help would have been weak.
That's just a few of the things I went through. It might not sound much but even today they still affect me to an extent. When I see those people in the street (which is thankfully rare!) I become that person I was and shrink inside. Even though all this happened 15 years ago I still wonder how I could have been so weak as to let it happen.
I'm a father myself now, as some as you know, and made a promise to my son that I'll never let him suffer like I did. I hope to God that he never does. I love him, he's special and I'll always do my best to protect him.
Writing this post has been a tough. It's not something I like to talk about and it's not something that many of my friends know about, but in a strange way its something of a relief.
As is the norm in many tales like this, most of the people who bullied me are habitual criminals and/or junkies. In hindsight I guess (and in some cases know) they had little or no family life. I suppose they were missing something and thats what made them the way they were. I'm man enough to forgive but I'll never forget.
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 14:30, 4 replies)
you should start . . . .
'offing them' one by one.... on a more serious note though, we all have regrets about the way we did things in the past, both bullies and victims and everyone else...
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 14:37, closed)
'offing them' one by one.... on a more serious note though, we all have regrets about the way we did things in the past, both bullies and victims and everyone else...
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 14:37, closed)
Jesus Spike...
I never expected this.
As you say, most of the bullies now are criminals and/or junkies, while you have a fantastic baby son, a lovely missus (*fwaps*) and friends who would bend over backwards to help you. I should know, I'm one of them.
You're ace mate, don't let those fuckers play on your mind anymore.
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 15:06, closed)
I never expected this.
As you say, most of the bullies now are criminals and/or junkies, while you have a fantastic baby son, a lovely missus (*fwaps*) and friends who would bend over backwards to help you. I should know, I'm one of them.
You're ace mate, don't let those fuckers play on your mind anymore.
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 15:06, closed)
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