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Bullying
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own8ge
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Only once I was bullied. The situation was 2 minutes long. 2 girls where shooting their snot on me. It came into my eyes. And they then started to call me names and laugh. (as the irritation of the snot made my eye wet) They noted that how pathetic I was. I couldn't leave because I was standing in a small alley and they blocked it. It was miserable. I was very young at that time. I was around 4 whilst they were around 8. I didn't know what to do. I was completely confused. Why would they do this? As I couldn't figure it out, I had no response whilst the girls humiliated and continued to confuse me.
And once I was bullied by a friend of mine. I was around 6 years old. I had a friend over to my house and we went upstairs where I showed him my most valuable Pokemon cards. We had to come downstairs as his mother had arrived to pick him up. I went downstairs, the friend followed me. Once we were almost downstairs, the friend said: "Look at this", whilst he took his hand out of his pocket, showing me my most valuable Pokemon cards. I was confused. He said: "What you find, you may keep." My consciousness went insane, how could I ever explain his irrationality to him I was wondering. I said: "That doesn't count, give them." But he didn't give him and he tried to flee. My instincts told me to run to my mother and tell her, so I ran and made clear that he had stolen my Pokemon cards. My mother refused to believe me. I cried and went insane. How could these people be so irrational? She is my mother and I never lie. He is my friend, and he steals from me. Why doesn't my mother do anything?! I went insane. I cried hard while trying to convince my mom to do something. She didn't do anything and the friend, whilst he walked out the door, looked at me. Showed me the Pokemon cards once more and laughed.
When I was just 2 years old. Painting was dream of mine for months (Yes I can remember things in precise detail from when I was that young). And when I was 2.5 my parents promised me, that in a couple of months I may help them paint in our new house (they had planned to buy a house). So for months, all day long I dreamed (in my reality simulator: NiFe) of painting the walls in our upcoming house. It was my only dream at the time. When I would turn 3, on that exact day we would enter our new house. And daily I would confirm the made promise with my parents. I was extremely excited to paint the house the day I had turned 3 years old. I can even remember some parts from the driving and arriving at our house. I went inside, the walls, were already painted. They broke their promise. The only promise that was ever made in my life, was broken by the most valuable people of my life, I was broken.
At the time I was 6 I had successfully concluded that nobody was to be trusted, no matter how hard I would do my best. And so I was forced to develop Ti at an extremely young age.
And once I was bullied by a friend of mine. I was around 6 years old. I had a friend over to my house and we went upstairs where I showed him my most valuable Pokemon cards. We had to come downstairs as his mother had arrived to pick him up. I went downstairs, the friend followed me. Once we were almost downstairs, the friend said: "Look at this", whilst he took his hand out of his pocket, showing me my most valuable Pokemon cards. I was confused. He said: "What you find, you may keep." My consciousness went insane, how could I ever explain his irrationality to him I was wondering. I said: "That doesn't count, give them." But he didn't give him and he tried to flee. My instincts told me to run to my mother and tell her, so I ran and made clear that he had stolen my Pokemon cards. My mother refused to believe me. I cried and went insane. How could these people be so irrational? She is my mother and I never lie. He is my friend, and he steals from me. Why doesn't my mother do anything?! I went insane. I cried hard while trying to convince my mom to do something. She didn't do anything and the friend, whilst he walked out the door, looked at me. Showed me the Pokemon cards once more and laughed.
When I was just 2 years old. Painting was dream of mine for months (Yes I can remember things in precise detail from when I was that young). And when I was 2.5 my parents promised me, that in a couple of months I may help them paint in our new house (they had planned to buy a house). So for months, all day long I dreamed (in my reality simulator: NiFe) of painting the walls in our upcoming house. It was my only dream at the time. When I would turn 3, on that exact day we would enter our new house. And daily I would confirm the made promise with my parents. I was extremely excited to paint the house the day I had turned 3 years old. I can even remember some parts from the driving and arriving at our house. I went inside, the walls, were already painted. They broke their promise. The only promise that was ever made in my life, was broken by the most valuable people of my life, I was broken.
At the time I was 6 I had successfully concluded that nobody was to be trusted, no matter how hard I would do my best. And so I was forced to develop Ti at an extremely young age.
Chad
Prolific Member
I knocked a bully uncontentious when I was a kid not really for picking on me but other people. I was an Anti-bully when I was a kid. I was always the biggest kid in class do to the fact that I was at least 3 to 4 months older then most of my class mates. I started 1st grade when I was 6. I have always been a big for my age too.
Wolf18
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My twin brother and I were always picked on, him for being little and me for standing up for him. Once in PE two kids from one year ahead starting teasing him and I knocked one of them against the wall. I was known for my good behaviour, so the teacher sent the 2 girls to the office and didn't get me into trouble at all.
After that, my troubles worsened. I started standing up for a girl in our class with emotional problems, who other girls would bother until this girl ran, crying, out of the room. I would always follow her out and try to calm her down. Because of this, though, I took the worst of the bullying and I was verbally pounded (never physically after that time in PE) for several years. It was at this time (around Year 7 or 8) that I decided to suppress my emotions so that I could continue protecting that girl (as well as several other boys and girls by that time) without breaking down myself. That's how I am now, a few years later. I still have emotions (obviously) but I have conditioned myself to ignore most of them.
I think that I made a good choice in suppressing emotions instead of allowing the bullies to get to me and becoming depressed, but some people I know disagree. Any ideas?
SW
After that, my troubles worsened. I started standing up for a girl in our class with emotional problems, who other girls would bother until this girl ran, crying, out of the room. I would always follow her out and try to calm her down. Because of this, though, I took the worst of the bullying and I was verbally pounded (never physically after that time in PE) for several years. It was at this time (around Year 7 or 8) that I decided to suppress my emotions so that I could continue protecting that girl (as well as several other boys and girls by that time) without breaking down myself. That's how I am now, a few years later. I still have emotions (obviously) but I have conditioned myself to ignore most of them.
I think that I made a good choice in suppressing emotions instead of allowing the bullies to get to me and becoming depressed, but some people I know disagree. Any ideas?
SW