Bullying – two viewpoints.

A few weeks ago I was wasting some time watching a TV programme about the work of the RSPCA.   Well, it wasn’t so much ‘wasting’ as idly watching, and as the minutes passed I became increasingly surprised.   The programme focussed on the young male swan that was being bullied by another male swan using the same ‘patch’ of water.    It did not seem to be related to mating, but simply to one swan wanting to dominate another by preventing it feeding, constantly harassing, and even going to the lengths of holding its head underwater by gripping its’ neck.   The RSPCA was called in, and after observing the situation for a while the decision was made to use a boat to rescue the young swan before it was killed.  In fact, it was severely under weight, and its wing feathers so damaged it could not fly away, effectively imprisoning it with it’s tormenter.   By now you probably know where I am going.   Did the Inspectors follow the example of many people who become aware of bullying – by leaving the young swan to get on with it and just ignore it, or by asking the young swan what it had done to upset the bully, or telling it to go ‘talk’ to another young swan who was equally terrified of the aggressive swan, or, or….   No.  They took the decision that the situation was serious, needed immediate action to protect the young swan physically and mentally, and removed it from the lake.   It was then driven several miles to a safe sanctuary where it was fed and made comfortable in a secure pen but able to communicate with and see other animals, and then allowed to recover and rest for several days.  The change was remarkable to watch – after 24 hours of what can only be described as depression the young swan started to feed constantly, and within three days was acting with hostility to its human protectors.   By the end of the week it was introduced to a nearby river and quickly started to fend for itself.  

 

Maybe the RSPCA should be contracted to provide training for those responsible for designing and operating anti-bully programmes and interventions in schools?   They had no doubt about the lifelong damage that would be caused the swan if the bullying were allowed to continue.   Why do those responsible for children have such a problem reaching a similar decision?   

 

I have permission from Winawer to publish the following post, written by him, on our blog.   If you would like to see the post in Winawer’s blog Mild Opinions then please click the link below.  Thank you Winawer for this permission.  Thank you too Clay for your comment and the selection of text.  A link to Clay’s blog ‘Beyond School’ is also below.

 

http://mildopinions.wordpress.com/

 

http://beyond-school.org/

 

  My bullying success story.

Through the usual maze of the Internet, I wound up at a post on the Beyond School blog in which Clay Burell proposes a new internet meme. Not many people read this blog, so I’m sure I’m a memetic dead end as it were, but the idea was relevant enough for me that I thought I might respond anyway. In response to a reader who heard Clay’s podcast about bullying survival stories and wrote to say that Clay’s survival story helped him deal with the bullying he’s facing, Clay wrote:

“I’ve already thanked Jack, but I want to thank him again. He confirms that for him, at least, “Stop Bullying” messages may be nice and all, but they don’t do much to comfort those trying to cope with being bullied.”

                                                                 http://beyond-school.org/

 

I’m not saying anti-anything messages have no positive value. I’m just saying they often fail to help the victims of the thing being opposed. Telling bullies not to bully may be worth the effort, though it’s apparently predicated on the dubious belief that it’s effective to appeal to the compassionate side of bullies, who in my experience have almost always been a pretty heartless bunch. Bullies enjoy psycho-social benefits from bullying – profits, in a sense – in the same way arms dealers do from selling weapons. Appeals to delicate instincts require delicate audiences, and delicacy is a thing usually absent from these hardened types.

But as Jack testifies, just hearing Bullied Success Stories – that survival is worth it and life gets better? That’s a speech-act worth performing.

So the Meme: Share Your “Bullied Then, Successful Now” Stories

In light of that, I thought that I might share my own experiences with bullying.

It began in grade 7 for me. I was an overweight, shy, nerdy kid with a sense of fashion that might charitably have been called “out of step”, so you can imagine the world of hurt that I was in for. It began right then and there, first day of school, in a new class with new people: I was a target. It ranged from social isolation to active attacks, but it always hurt. I was called names, I was pushed around, I was made to feel incredibly stupid. It lasted for almost the entirety of my time at that school, from the beginning of Grade 7 until the middle of Grade 9.

Worse, it had a face, and an embarassing one at that. It was a tiny, scrawny kid whom I’ll just call D. for now. I’m convinced, looking back now with the long lens of hindsight, that he chose me as a target simply because he didn’t want to be one himself, but at the time it didn’t matter. He did everything he could to rally the class against me (and for some reason, he ended up in my class all three years). At one point, I walked into our Language Arts class before our teacher got there, and he had the entire class throw pencils, chalks, even books at me. The teacher found me cowering and crying outside the room and her subsequent punishment of D. and the other ringleaders did little to curry favour with the class for me.

It wasn’t just D., of course. I was picked on by just about every “cool” kid in the grade, and ignored by the rest. In fact, I was occasionally the target of a beast of a kid who later went on to be a local rapist who’s still in jail, as far as I know. But D.’s torment was the worst, and at the time it drove me even to thoughts of suicide. I doubt I would ever have gone through with it, but the fact that I was even thinking of it is enough.

It all came to a head about halfway through Grade 9. For reasons that to this day still escape me, D. had been agitating for a fight between us for some time; the notion was ludicrous to me, because he was certainly as unskilled at fighting as I was, and my 2:1 weight advantage was sure to be a crippling handicap for him. Yet he pushed, and pushed, and finally (to my shame), I gave in. One afternoon, we moved off school property and at the urging of a crowd of people we started fighting. It was a fairly uninspiring affair to watch, I’m sure. We both flailed about for a bit, and then I landed a couple of blows. His face was bleeding a little – from a split lip, I think – and I came off unscathed. Considering it a victory, I walked away.

Things started to get a little better after that. My “victory” had bought me enough respect that the active persecution lapsed into a cone of silence around me, especially after D. demanded a rematch about a week later, which he summarily lost again. I spent most of high school isolated as well, since I was completely socially inept by now (and having to change schools three quarters of the way through grade 10 didn’t help either), but I was generally left alone to get on with my life.

Gradually, my life just started improving. In the last year of high school, I met a new group of friends which included my future wife. Heading to university was a massive change for me which opened new horizons and led me to finally start taking control of my life and make my own decisions. I moved from computer science to take photography (which I was unfortunately rubbish at!), after which I took some time off to just try things out and see what life would bring for me. Discovering that “real” life wasn’t for me, I returned to school and banged through my B.A. and M.Sc in short order (while taking a year to explore Europe as well). I recently got married and began my Ph.D, and I’m actually really happy. As I think of it now, I’ve been generally happy for years now.

This isn’t so much a “survival” story in a classic sense, with a catastrophic event and a heroic stand against all odds. My bullying story is more about the promise of the future: I provide anecdotal evidence that things will probably just get better. The fight I had with D. was a watershed, but it really just provides a focus for my memory and a hook for the story; I’m convinced that even if it had never happened, things would have proceeded largely the same (except, perhaps, for the second half of Grade 9).

One thing I need to make clear is that I am ashamed of how I handled things with D. I consider it a failure on my part, that I gave in to violence to solve my problems instead of finding another way to stand up for myself. My current self understands why my past self did it, but current self is still disappointed that it happened that way. Having said that, though, the lesson to be taken from that episode is that picking the right moment to stand up to your tormenter can have important effects. I just hope that anyone reading this who is in the same situation will find a better way to do it than I did.

And that’s it, really. It feels good to talk about this now and if it gives anyone else a moment’s hope, I’ll consider the time I spent writing it up to be well worth it. I welcome any comments you might have, and I urge you to head over to Clay’s blog to share your own stories or keep spreading his meme.

So there it is – for those of you recalling and maybe frequently reliving bully experiences, links to two more blogs which you may well find helpful.  I am always grateful when other bloggers allow me to put their writings and links on our blog as it opens up other opinions and positives to what is for many young and older people a damaging and negative experience.  For many of the individuals that I have known over the years serious bully experiences which were not dealt with at the time by those who have that duty, whether parents or professional workers, have led onto problems and instability in their mental health.  And as many who are affected by mental unwellness know, this so often leads into the experiences of stigma and discrimination – adding yet another layer of bully related problems to their life experience.  What is refreshing about the blogs of Winawer and Clay is that they lead forward to a more positive theme and experience – and that has to be mentally healthy. 

    

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3 Responses to “Bullying – two viewpoints.”

  1. oberon92 Says:

    Clay Burell said 2 days ago:
    @Oberon, No self-promotion intended here, but for more adult testimonials of their years being bullied, be sure to check out the Your “Bullied Then, Successful Now” meme I started on my blog (and in response to which, so far, the post on this blog is a 5-star entry).

    Let’s promote as many of these stories, cross-link to them, etc, as we can. It’s a good use of web 2.0.

  2. oberon92 Says:

    This is the link for Clay’s blog.

    http://beyond-school.org/2008/05/10/bullied-then-successful-now-meme/

  3. Clay Burell Says:

    From “I’ve already thanked Jack, but…” to “So the Meme: Share Your “Bullied Then, Successful Now” Stories” needs block indenting – both out of fidelity to Winawer’s quote from my blog, and of fidelity to your readers, who will make better sense out of this post if you show them Winawer’s formatting so they can tell where he’s writing, and where I am.

    I love the swan story. I’ll be directing readers to look at it from the original meme page on my site. Me? I was suspended for fighting back against bullies, after 2 years of enduring it. I would have loved a gentle removal instead, as you suggest.

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