gitana1
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It would be interesting to see how many WS'ers were bullied at school.
Remember saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"?
When I was growing up, my red hair, freckles, and shortness were a constant source of torment. I did have a few close friends, several are still my BFF's. For some reason they were popular, and cherished my friendship as I theirs.
"Freckle face strawberry"
"Carrot top"
"Shrimp"
It hurt, and I wished back then that I was blond, tan, and/or above average height like my siblings, and a big portion of my peers.
But I didn't take out my hurt on others. What makes some children think they can retaliate now days? Is it non supportive parents?
My husband was also short and Jewish. We went from Kindergarten through High School together. You can imagine what kind of taunting he was on the receiving end of. He didn't retaliate.
I was severely bullied a lot, most intensely from 6th-8th grades. And once in 9th grade where as a tiny, undeveloped freshman I was jeered at by a group of senior football players who thought it was fund to rip apart a little girl.
I was taught to fight back and often engaged in fist fight against the bullies. It wa scary. I got in trouble for breaking another girl's nose. But I was ALWAYS the one attacked. I never attacked others. Only ended in self-defense.
I never thought about outright murder. But life was hell. Maybe had I been influenced by prior school shootings and had accessible weaponry, maybe then I would've thought of it. I'm not sure.
But I have compassion and empathy so I don't think I would've ever done such a thing.
I will admit this. I typically felt very trapped in school. This instensified in junior high. By high school, our school felt like a prison. I couldn't handle being locked in and watched. I ditched school a lot and felt duh freedom doing so. Just running from campus.
The feeling of being trapped and being a prisoner became intense in high school. I got stomuacbces a lot and dreaded going to school. This was unrelated to bullying which by then had mostly stopped. It was a feeling of being trpped. In 10th grade I fantasized about blowing up the school or burning it down. I even talked to a couple friends about trying to get them to do it with me (at night). I didn't want to hurt anyone. But I did want to hurt and destroy that entity that represented total oppression and domination to me.
I don't know how I would've coped with the true prisons with actual armed prison guards that schools have turned into today.