“When my family and I moved to upstate New York and when my stepdad joined the Air Force, it was a really tough time. I had to say goodbye to my friends in Texas and a warm climate for the kind of cold that seeps through twenty layers of clothes and still leaves you freezing and shivering…and no friends.
“The base we lived on was over 45 minutes away from the giant school I had to attend. The bus rides were at least two hours long each way for me. The first bus I rode ended up being one of the worst experiences of my life. Forced to sit in the only empty seat in the back, the high schoolers sat, glaring and rolling their eyes at me – the puny junior high kid with frizzy hair and large peach-colored glasses.
“The first afternoon that I rode home on the bus, the tormenting starting. Poking me, making fun of my glasses, my hair, my shoes. In the mornings, the bullies were tired and left me alone unless I tried to get off the bus before them, then I was thrown down on the floor while they stepped over me or into a seat, tangled in a mess of a jacket, scarf, beanie, boots and a few tears. It continued for months.
“I am in my thirties now and I still have never told my parents about those awful moments. I cried into my pillow every night. Eventually we moved and I made friends and rode a different bus. Things got better but it was a time I will never forget, nor how it made me feel.”
What about you? Tell us about your experiences of being bullied, leaving out names and identifying information.
How did it make you feel?
Did anyone interceded on your behalf? Did it get better?
Have you ever interceded on someone else’s behalf?
What did you do to make it through the bullying?