Bullies! ):

by lola28 6 Replies latest jw friends

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  lola28

  Elsewhere’s thread reminded me one of the worst times in my life- middle school. Let me give you some background when I was a kid we moved a lot so I ended up in different schools. By fourth grade I could tell that the other girls did not like me, it wasn't really bad in 4th and fifth grade but then came 6th grade. I came into the new school a few weeks late because we had moved again and within a day I knew that this was going to be hell. On that first day one girl took it upon herself to pick on me, she took my PE clothes and threw them on the roof (try explaining that to your PE teacher!) things only got worse. The girls in my classes went out of their way to make fun of me, I could never do anything right, they would pick on me all day long, I would often fake illness to get my mom to let me stay home and I would come home in tears often.

  My whole six grade year I went straight to the library, I think at one point I was reading
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  lola28

  Elsewhere’s thread reminded me one of the worst times in my life- middle school. Let me give you some background when I was a kid we moved a lot so I ended up in different schools. By fourth grade I could tell that the other girls did not like me, it wasn't really bad in 4th and fifth grade but then came 6th grade. I came into the new school a few weeks late because we had moved again and within a day I knew that this was going to be hell. On that first day one girl took it upon herself to pick on me, she took my PE clothes and threw them on the roof (try explaining that to your PE teacher!) things only got worse. The girls in my classes went out of their way to make fun of me, I could never do anything right, they would pick on me all day long, I would often fake illness to get my mom to let me stay home and I would come home in tears often.
  My whole six grade year I went straight to the library, I think at one point I was reading ten to eleven books a week because I simply stayed there during lunch and nutrition (hehehe I knew some of those girls would never get caught in there!). Seventh grade did not get any better it actually got worse, someone got a hold of my phone number and they actually started calling me at home! Oh but that wasn't enough, they also began to follow me home, finally I told my mother and she went to the school but that did no good, it only made things worse. I was afraid of walking home alone and in class I was afraid of getting up to get a book b/c I knew that someone would mess with my stuff, I found my backpack all over the place.
  That year I had a mini nervous break down, it was a Thursday and during lunch a group of about 7 girls and two guys cornered me on my way to class and said some awful things but it did not stop there it continued in class and the teacher did nothing. I had had enough. I got up in the middle of health class and screamed "What the f*** is wrong with you morons? What did I do to you? Do you have nothing better to do?" at this point I was sobbing and screaming and everyone in class just looked at me like I had lost my mind including the teacher. Needless to say I got sent home and stayed there for about a week, no one was going to make me go to school! Finally my mother made me go to school and the bullies continued but this time I made up my mind. I thought “ok if they want to play, we’ll play” I developed a sharp tongue and from then on if you said something mean to me I’d come back at you with such force that you wished you would have been quiet.
  In eight grade I met my best friend Jan, once after school we had what I call “the incident”, I was waiting with her for her mom to pick her up when Bianca who I thought was my friend came up to me with a group of other people and just started picking on me, I had only met jan two weeks before this and I thought “great after this she will never want to hang out with me”. Boy was I wrong! She stuck up for me like no one else ever had and after that not one person would dare say a nasty thing to me.
  I learned a lot those three years, I learned to never pick on someone to make my self feel better and to always be kind, I also learned to stand up for myself and not let people walk over me, I sometimes wish that things had been easier, I don’t think many adults realize who stressful it can be for a kid to get picked on every day five days a week. Having said that I don’t think I would take any of it back, it made me who I am.
  I’m interested in knowing how you guys dealt with bullies in school I’m sure growing up as witnesses must have made several of you targets for them.

  Lola
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  Nosferatu

  Thank you for sharing your experiences!

  I had the same problems in grade 7. I was smacked in the head with books while sitting at my desk, smacked by classmates while they said "sittin' there all dumb", they would wipe their dirty shoes all over my clothes, throw gum in my hair, literally kick me in the ass, and it went on and on.

  I developed a really bad case of the shakes. I would get them when I was getting ready for school, walking to school, and all throughout the day. I wouldn't stand up for myself because fighting was wrong in Jehovah's eyes, and I was supposed to "turn the other cheek", walk away, and "they would probably leave me alone". I kept all my pain, anger, sadness, and everything else inside. It also didn't help that my mother would beat the shit out of me at home. All of this combined contributed to my PTSD.

  Things eventually subsided the next year.
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  bikerchic

  My older brother taught me how to fight to defend myself, he was the guy everyone was afraid of, the one with the bad reputation of fighting. He only fought to defend himself and always won the fights.

  I’m interested in knowing how you guys dealt with bullies in school I’m sure growing up as witnesses must have made several of you targets for them.

  I was the one who beat up the bullies, I couldn't stand these creeps who tortured the nerdy or scared kids and no one messed with me. I had the reputation of being the one the nerdy kids called on to defend them from the bullies. I only had to fight one bully kid all throughout school the rest backed down when I showed up even when I was out numbered. Probably had a lot to do with who my brother was, LOL.

  I found out all I had to do was act tough, look tough and not back down, and never loose eye contact, even guys would back down from me, I always wondered if it was cuz they didn't want to hit a girl or if they didn't want to be beat up by a girl? Or they didn't want to get beat up by my brother after they beat me up?

  Was I scared, sometimes yeah, hell yeah but they never knew it.
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  juni

  Our family moved to Wisconsin from southwest Iowa when I was in 4th grade. Kids would tease me because I "talked funny". I never realized that I had an accent.

  Middle school was the worst. I was never bullied, but felt very ugly and awkward.

  Juni
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  Elsewhere

  I'm going to plagiarize my own post from another thread because I'm feeling lazy tonight....

  Sometimes my dad reminds me of Al Bundy from the show Married with Children because sometimes he talks about his glory days in High School. I remember being in High School and my dad saying to me: "David, these are the best years of your life. Enjoy them while you can.".

  I was thinking: "You mean it's doing to get WORST?!?!?!"

  For his generation, yes, High School was a good experience, but for the generations after that, High School is a living HELL. I'm relieved to report that life has improved dramatically ever since leaving High School. I can only imagine the horrors kids go through these days.
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  damselfly

  (((Lola)))
  
  I'm so sorry that you had to go thru that. Girls can be viscious and cruel.
  
  It makes me so mad when teachers and others in authority positions witness bullying and do NOTHING about it! *Grrrr* All that does is give the bullies more power because they are getting away with it.
  
  Dams