I am writing about bullying for NaNoWriMo this year.
I was bullied at school. This happened mostly because I was a sensitive child who cried a lot and bullies love an instant reaction to their harsh words or actions. I was quickly targeted by two different groups and ended up not really remembering 3 out of four of my school years.
Until recently, I knew that this was the subject I wanted to tackle but I couldn’t recall exactly how I had felt at the time. Now I remember the helpless hatred of the people making my life a misery as I watch someone else in my life be mercilessly bullied by some truly horrid, despicable and downright selfish shithead excuses for human beings. There is absolutely nothing I can do to help them. I can’t swoop in and knock the biggest one out. I can’t stand in front of the victim screaming for the teacher. I can’t go to mum and get her to write a letter (a pointless action at the time of my own episodes of being a victim as it was countered by the other mum. In those days, bullying was only just being brought into the public eye, and schools generally still didn’t have a policy or procedure for investigating. Their way of dealing with cases was to externally or internally suspend all involved. Eyeroll).
So, now I feel the burning helplessness in the pit of my stomach once again, and I know for certain that now I have to write my stories of bullying.
Oddly enough, because the relentless bitching from some (as it turned out later on) very fucked up girls made me who I am today, I wouldn’t change it. In fact, for the record, I would like to offer some thanks for making me a strong woman who tolerates very little shit (sometimes to her detriment.)
Bullying, in all its forms, is totally intolerable. This includes bullying in the workplace, at home, or in the schoolyard. Some people really should know better.