No question I was bullied in childhood, from kindergarten to year nine.
It was pretty comprehensive, and I have permanent effects from it.
Not sure how it stopped. I mean there’s a story, but I have never been able to verify it. Apparently I was in class one day and my teacher heard something. She asked me to get some cardboard from a nearby storeroom, to get me out of class. When I was out of the room, she asked people not to make fun of me and told the kids about her own experience with being bullied and started crying during this speech, and that scared the kids into stopping the behaviour.
I knew something was up. A girl went with me to get the cardboard, and she was being very nice to me. I could tell she was delaying me going back to the classroom. I don’t know how she could have known what was going on, though. Maybe someone in the classroom texted her and warned her not to let me back in the room? Was texting a thing in 2009? In 2012, one of my classmates told me what happened. I asked someone else and they said “you weren’t supposed to know that”, but didn’t go into more detail.
It’s pretty painful, especially knowing that not having friends and being abused in childhood makes it harder to make friends as an adult. My priority, though, is making sure I recognise bullying as an adult and stamp it out before it becomes another scar.
@Former-Member