You know, at my print shop we’re making books for an 80 year old woman, and she told us that bullying was nothing new (shocking, right?). You just had to develop a backbone and fight back. She told me she stood up a boy almost twice her size. As she put it, “I went psycho on him.” She leaped onto him, scratching his face, pulling out his hair, knocked him to the ground and smashed his face into the dirt. She was never suspended (she actually thinks the teacher watched from the school window), and the boy never bothered her again... nor any other kid.
-—at my print shop we’re making books for an 80 year old woman, and she told us that bullying was nothing new (shocking, right?). You just had to develop a backbone and fight back.——
At work, I never get beat up or threatened. Nor do I get beat up or threatened at church, while out shopping, or walking around the neighborhood. Neither do my homeschooled kids.
In fact, the only time in my life when I lived under a constant threat of violence was in junior high, back in the 70s.
Our 12-year-old, next door neighbor, who is an adopted child, attempted suicide last month by swallowing a bottle of Tylenol. She was mercilessly bullied and harassed, “Where’s your real mother?”
Another friend of my 14-yr-old daughter had to be hospitalized for a month because of the stress from school bullying.
And this is in a quaint Mayberry-like town of 7000 people.
Surely we’re the exception, and not the rule. (eye roll)
School is prison for children who have commited the crime of being born.
I want that on my headstone.