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Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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I've written pretty extensively about the bullies in my life - A Depressing Story (To the Bullies Of My Childhood) -but if I were asked to pick the biggest bully I talked about in there? Probably the clique of girls from elementary school. They seemed to make it their life's goal to pick apart anything about me that deviated from the norm to use as a source of merriment to themselves. My attempts to defend myself by explaining only generated more laughter, teasing, and ostracization. And it's very difficult to explain to the teacher, particularly when you're a child, that these girls were making one so very miserable. They were not doing anything particularly obvious, no throwing things at me, no obvious pranks, no nicknames, no shoving or hitting, but instead were simply picking me apart every chance they got. It was, from an adult perspective, psychological warfare. Though I had other bullies later in life, these girls were the ones that knocked out any foundation of strong self-esteem, that cemented me in the minds of my classmates (whom would also attend my intermediate and high schools) as being odd, not worth talking to, someone who could be easily made to cry if you felt the need for a target and safely ignored otherwise as she would not fight back.

Bullying may be seen more prominently (or spoken about more extensively) in junior high and high schools, but believe me, it starts a hell of a lot earlier, and lays the foundation for everything that follows.


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Oct. 3rd, 2011 08:29 pm (UTC)
In my case it was junior high school. I had changed towns and my parents put me in this Catholic school where all the kids of the small town "upper crust" (or so they believed themselves) went. I was a complete nerd and immediately stood out for having high grades and not being interested in the same things as other girls (boys, Nirvana and 90210, ah the nineties). There was this passive-aggressive attitude towards me, of trying to embarrass me. I didn't even realize it was wrong, I simply stopped talking about the things I liked so that I wouldn't be ridiculed.

By some irony of fate, that was the same year I discovered science fiction and fandom - Star Wars - so at weekends while the other kids were trying to be so grown-up drinking and kissing and smoking and what else, I was home watching the original trilogy over and over again.

Looking back, I know now as I knew then that those people were not worth any real friendship, and I wouldn't have changed much (OK, maybe going to another school or talking to my parents instead of pretending everything was fine), but that took me a while to overcome. I only made real friends in college.
Oct. 4th, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
Uggghhh. I hate those girls. Seriously, if I ever get my hands on a time machine I will have to break my rules about punching children in the face.

But y'know what? You grew up awesome anyway. And being awesome is the best revenge, mwah ha ha!
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