Haylee Fentress and Paige Moravetz: two young lives cut short because of unnecessary vicious and stupid behavior
I was bullied very badly as a child and teenager, particularly in my early teens. I was ungainly, had braces and Martian headgear (would still like to get my hands on the sadist that invented that object!) was very shy, and, as it turned out, was mentally ill. When I look back on it, my bipolar disorder probably onset with the hormones of puberty. Those were not happy times. I’ve almost no doubt that if bullying via the Internet had been added, I would have completed one of my somewhat half-assed suicide attempts.
Regarding the bullies: don’t these little shits’ parents pay any kind of attention to what their monstrous spawn are doing online? I suppose you can’t pay attention every minute, but…I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I only know that whenever I see another case of suicide due to bullying, usually including bullying via the Internet, it makes me both sad and angry.
One commenter also mentioned that she had been bullied in college. To which I replied:
There is a lot of bullying that goes on at the college level, at least in the early years. The hellspawn that I mentioned in my previous comment are let out on their own with very little supervision. When I was in college I wasn't bullied awfully but there was a group of people who started the rumor that I was a "Satan worshiper" for my love of heavy metal music--huh, this happened when I was in high school too! Which just goes to show that it's kind of bizarre for there to be an expectation that the immature shitheads who just graduated high school will in three months develop the maturity to be an adult in college...yeah, right.
I ended up dropping out after the first semester of my freshman year and going to a technical school where I learned about telecommunications and administrative assistant skills. To put this in perspective, this was 1984, the computers all had green screens and no graphics capabilities plus a whole massive megabyte of memory, the floppy disks really were floppy, and everything I learned about computers was obsolete in six months! Also I really didn't like secretarial work so it was kind of a waste of a year. But even the small amount of bullying that happened in my first semester drove me to not return to college until many years later in my late 30's when I got my emergency medical technician license.
Truth is, bullying can happen at every age in any atmosphere where cliques are allowed to thrive. But I think it does affect us worse when we're young and unsure of ourselves.
Wow...rant ended, I guess? Anyway I am sorry you endured that crap. No-one should have to.
3 comments:
This is just heartbreaking and to us mothers it's also terrifying.
My son is natural target for shit like that but seems to be coping so far. I always watch for abnormal behavior, though.
I used to have trouble too until I figured how to fight back. It got better after that.
I so hear you. I've recently blogged about my own experiences with bullying.
I sometimes despair. Young people have always had to deal with bullying at a time when they are going through so much absolute shit. Today, the ease and anonymity of communication means bullies have so many more tools available to them.
But now that I am so much older (44-ish) I actually feel sorry for the bullies too. Again, these are people who have so little self-respect, so little sense of who they really are, that they have to tear other people down to gain some sense of worth.
And people seem to underestimate the power of non-physical bullying. I have a now favourite phrase. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can destroy my very soul.
OK, so it doesn't scan, but words are just so damned powerful.
And yes - bullying can happen anywhere. It happens in the highest levels of Government, in our workplace, by people and groups claiming to be all for "family values".
I am really so happy you have managed to find the strength to make it through all you've endured. I don't know what it is - that spark that allows some people to survive. I am glad I have it, and glad you have it too.
Funny thing is - when I saw the comment from Amanda I thought it was my blogger friend Amanda (at pickledthing.blogspot.com).
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