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  • #46
    Re: Bullying

    Being in the final year of Junior school reminded me of this poor lad in the same class as myself who had been diagnosed with encopresis (faecal soiling) and he was called names as a result - he was often found crying in a corner of the room. I decided to stick up for him and become his friend at playtimes so that he had someone to talk to - he left the school halfway during either the spring or summer term to go to a more specialist school which could support him better than he his previous school could.

    There was one moment when we were going back into the classroom and one lad said "ugh, it stinks in here", in which the teacher was not pleased about. Even after he left, some of the kids used an unofficial nickname for the boy.
    I've everything I need to keep me satisfied
    There's nothing you can do to make me change my mind
    I'm having so much fun
    My lucky number's one
    Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!

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    • #47
      Re: Bullying

      That must have been horrible for that lad George,I hate bullies and name calling

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      • #48
        Re: Bullying

        This was in the late 1980s - ironically, I had a similar problem myself but it was very mild and not at all noticeable - as early as November 1987 it happened, possibly due to school, and I knew that it was school-related as the final one was the year that I left in 1994.

        I found a copy of a letter from my comprehensive school dated June 1993 and was addressed to a specialist my local hospital when accessing copies of my hospital medical records and mentioned that my then GP at the time diagnosed a similar condition along with school refusal.
        I've everything I need to keep me satisfied
        There's nothing you can do to make me change my mind
        I'm having so much fun
        My lucky number's one
        Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!

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        • #49
          I just feel that being bullied at school (in addition to the circumstances I had to put up with as a child - being unable to move house because my parents didn't want to as well as being disabled due to being starved of oxygen at birth because my mother loved her 15 Benson and Hedges a day when she was pregnant with me) had messed my life up. I blame school as well as disability for not being able to work and perhaps do things that I wanted to do, or take on further education because it reminded me of school. And having a mother with a history of mental illness didn't help, passing on autism-alike disabilities on to the next generation, making things a lot worse.

          It has also robbed me of my social skills, and the chance to get married and have a family, a la Article 12 of the Human Rights Act 1998. I have now been an adult for 25 years and have lived on my own with no family of my own for over half my life. This "milestone" had made me depressed over the Christmas and New Year that had gone past. I have got to the stage that even having a girlfriend now would be better than winning the lottery, but I have always said that it is always school that was to blame in all this - the main ingredient that can either make or break you for your adult life. It's ironic that school should be the place where skills should be picked up in order to benefit one's life in the long run.

          This is why I don't post on here very often anymore - trying to look after number one.
          I've everything I need to keep me satisfied
          There's nothing you can do to make me change my mind
          I'm having so much fun
          My lucky number's one
          Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!

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          • #50
            I've probably had more bullying online than ever in real life, but I remember a bit at one particular school, others got it worse than me although i was physically hit twice as well as stolen from, but witnessing is stressful too, it was before there were any programs about being prepared to handle such stuff, was considered normal to a point and teachers only acted if it got extreme. I became a drop out from that one school, went into a program for drop outs (they even let kids smoke cigs there to keep us in the system I guess), briefly tried the next closest school which was in the poorest part of the city, then a private Christian school for a year and half.

            I had years of counseling for an early violent assault in childhood and it included things to care for oneself. I'm not sure I could really help someone other than to applaud when one stands up for themself and their rights. It's awful what many people do to other people... sometimes I think maybe they are passing on what someone did to them, or that they themself might be externalizing their problems onto someone else to abuse them. That is entirely about them and not the person they are tormenting or attacking. They can't be feeling genuinely good about who they are to be like that I feel. Somewhere I just accepted however I am that is different that isn't really anybody else's business to comment on... I am 54 and have teddy bears, I don't care what anyone thinks of it. If you sleep with a nightlight at any age, have never had sex, never flown in an airplane (I haven't), not learned to swim, don't drive (me again)... I've known and respected people I could say all of these things about.

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