My whole life! when I was in kindergarten, There was a bot who was severely bullied by THE WHOLE SCHOOL because he pooped his pants daily. I was the only one who stood against the bullying and, in turn was bullied by the whole school. In the same time a girl in my class really had it in for me. when I built a pyramid with blocks, she'd come out of the blue and knock it down. That is just one of the many things she did. Then, because my mother couldn't keep away from having sex and drinking and doing drugs with other people, I was bullied by those people and their kids.
I moved to Alaska lived in a village and was bullied because I'm beige (white to most) and not a native american plus I was the cop's daughter. One boy slammed my face into the gym floor (I did instigate a little but mostly because he was making fun of me first), My nose didn't break but it did bleed. Moved to another village, they were a little more tolerant, but still made fun of me for being the cop's daughter.
Middle School, I moved back with my mother and my brother and others in school accused me of being a whore and a lesbian and really made fun of me and smeared me through the proverbial mud. As far as the whore accusations, I was not appropriate in my dress and behavior, However, the reason why they said that I was a lesbian was because my only friend, at the time, was a bi-sexual. Guilty by association, I suppose.
I tried to go to counseling and tell them what had been happening in my life, and my mother and brother got offended at what I told the counselor (my mother was present) and ganged up on me after I got home.
When I moved back to AK, because of the bad choices I made, my step mother verbally and emotionally abused me and my father allowed it, sometimes participating, and the left me at the house 5 miles out of the village all day without other human contact. I saw people (other than my dad and step-mom) twice, maybe three times a week. I washed dishes did schoolwork picked berries, walked, dug holes for my dad, worked with our 12 dogs, prayed, read my Bible and other books, contemplated how I could kill them and myself, decided that God would not be happy if I did that and He's my only true friend, dreaming of being a part of a community and doing something for God and others, hiding by the road to see people drive by on four wheelers, chasing squirrels (breaking my big toe in the process), etc.
When I could finally leave my parents, I did and I moved in with my grandparents. I got a better education, I made friends and hung out with them, and I grew to be more independent. Unfortunately, I lost touch with my true friend and did some things I'm not proud of. I was bullied in High School (this was where I had to be put because I was already 18/19 years old and had a 7th grade level understanding in academics). There was a girl in Art class, she was a senior and I was a junior, she was constantly complaining about a guy texting her all of the time and she had been making fun of how my hair and clothes were. So, one day, towards the end of the class after her complaining about this guy, she said "It's probably because I'm so beautiful." to which I then responded "It's probably because you look like a slut" I got held after class for that even though she called me the B-word. The teacher was very understanding of my position and told me that sometimes even if what is on our mind is correct, we can't always say what is on our mind and she and I picked a new seat for me to sit for the rest of the semester. However, the bullying from the girl and her cronies amplified, to which I just smiled and turned the other cheek, reminding myself that those girls are most likely to get pregnant by some doofus, miss out on life, end up in drugs, and live on welfare.
My senior year, there was another girl who was highly rude to myself and others, needless to say shrimp does not like to be disrespected or treated poorly, so I told her exactly what was on my mind and didn't hold back. I demanded the respect that I gave others. Graduation practices, I had to use the restroom I was smack dab in the middle of the row and on either side of me were vicious, rude girls. So, it didn't matter which direction I took, I was going to pay. I chose the end of the row closest to the bathroom. Makes sense, right? Well you remember that rude girl, she was on that end. Needless to say she was rude to me, I retorted, she told me to shut up, and I told her to make me.
The saga continues, as life drags on. Now I know better than to let them bother my mind and spirit. Let it roll of like water off a duck, I like to say. That doesn't mean that I don't fail sometimes, but I do try.
