*Let me make this clear straight away. I do not care if you are gay, straight, black, yellow, or even purple. (actually, it might be kinda fun to be purple) I could care less what you are. I don’t make friends or judge you by any of those. I judge you by how you treat others, treat me, & treat yourself. Yes, I am straight, but I do have friends that are gay. Do I care? Nope, they are just people.*
So my subject today is bullying. Do I know what I am talking about? Hell yeah. I believe thirteen years of being the victim of severe bullying makes me know what the hell I am talking about. From the time I started kindergarten to the time I graduated high school, I was the one that the others picked on. Even now on my bad days I can still hear the kids chanting the names, remember the shoves, kicks, hits, pinches, grabs, & other things that I just don’t want to remember but do every now & then.
There were times that I came home crying & there were times I came home wishing that I was dead.There were times that I was going to make sure that I wasn’t going to be around the next day. But my parents were there for me. They made sure that I knew that the opinions of the bastards & bitches at school didn’t matter. *yes, that is what they were & still are*. Not a single one of them is worth anything to me. Took me thirteen years to understand that. Thirteen years to realize that they are just stupid little things that don’t understand that they are beneath me by acting they way they did. Don’t agree? That is fine, that is your opinion.
Example: BD (I will not name names, but he will know) loved to grab me in female areas. *side note: I developed early* In my senior year (12th grade) he decided to grab my butt as I was walking down the hallway in between classes. This time I had had enough. He wound up with an elbow to the gut & a fist to the groin. This is after twelve years of having my breasts grabbed, twisted, & pinched. I say he got off easy with all the bruising I usually went home with.
Oh, tell the teachers, principal, & superintendent? We did. We threatened lawsuit. The problem the main leader of the group was the principal’s beloved son. So no matter how loud of a cry we made, nothing was done or if it was done, it was a temporary thing.
Question: How would you like to receive a phone call telling you that the next time you came to school you were going to be raped & beaten up? Then to make it worse they described how they were going to do it & where they were going to do it in exact detail. Yep, I got that in my senior year. After that phone call my parents removed the restrictions from me fighting back. The bad thing is that I knew who the bastards were on the phone. JP (son of the principal) got his face slammed into the lockers for grabbing my breast. JB wound up suspended for drawing his penis & telling me what he wanted me to do to it. SS got thrown down the stairs when she thought that she could do it to me. HH got a face full of a kick ball during dodgeball. I can’t help it my aim is horrible. Several others that did the bulling had “accidents” after touching or trying to cause an accident with me. The fun thing is that the teachers all knew what was happening & they did absolutely nothing. I actually had three months of peace.
The only reason I survived & didn’t commit suicide like these other teenagers is the simple fact that I had a strong family base to be there for me when I needed them. No matter what happened I knew that my family was there for me. As for these teens that have tragically taken their own lives over the bullying they suffered from. Though I am saddened for the loss of their life, I do not put the entire blame of their suicide on the bullies. Why wasn’t their family paying attention to the teens? Didn’t their parents realize that something was wrong? If the teens were under 18 then they are still in parents control. Why didn’t the school counselors talk to the teens? Why didn’t the teens look for help? The parents are also partly to blame for the teens suicide. They should have paid attention & done something before the suicide happened. Don’t tell me that the parents couldn’t do anything. Bullshit! When I was eighteen I did what my parents told me, even now I still do. They could have made the teens go & talk to someone. Parents don’t take the time to talk to their children anymore & it is sad. This is what happens. I don’t care if they were gay or straight. This is what happens when parents don’t talk to their children.
Parents are too caught up in their own lives & they don’t take the time to stop & pay attention to their teenagers or young children. They assume that since the child is older the child can take care of them self. WRONG! All children need their parents or someone to guide them. They have to have someone to talk to. Not someone their own age. Someone older, someone to listen. That means stop what you are doing & really listen to them.
Am I being harsh? Yes? To damn bad.