by STEPHANIE OSFIELD
My family life has been shaken up like a snow dome throughout years of bullying. I mean seismic shudders. Gut wrenching. Infuriating. Crushing. And relentless.
Beyond the tears and fears, my kids have suffered migraines, nausea, insomnia, stress-triggered seizures (in my daughter who suffers nocturnal epilepsy) and terror of being harmed (triggered by food threats made against my other daughter, who is anaphylactic to peanut).
Studies show that bullying slam-dunks immunity. We lived this. It decimated the health of my daughters, now 11, until they escaped by getting into an OC class, free of those girls. Suddenly my twins enjoyed their best health in years. The change was miraculous. The bullies still continue to recruit people to exclude my girls. But now they get less daily access to engage in their other behaviours.
Sadly, last year we then went through it all again with my son. In his first year of high school his bullying involved physical assault after months of verbal denigration. Again, I was shocked. The shock has never been as much about the children’s behavior, (though downright awful), as it has been about the way that adults around them behave when it all comes to light.
Each new surge of bullying has picked our family up and dumped us. Down. Dashed on the rocks. Swept into our lives like a sudden, emotional tidal wave. Some days I have barely came up for air. Before the next dumper. Had to fake the smiles and calm while the afternoon butterflies were swarming in my stomach. Because for months on end, home time meant my kids arriving in tears or needing a de-brief about that day’s devastating incidents and humiliations.
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I just confronted a possible bully on my kid's school ground. Yesterday my son came home and told me he didn't have an appetite for lunch yesterday because of another student, who pushed him down and ground his face into the playground equipment. My son is 7. He is also a very annoying pest who very likely antagonized the bully... I am assuming there is more to the story than what my kid actually told me. That considered, I don't want my son to be a victim. I want him to stand up for himself, and I want him to respect others around him. So this morning I asked him to point out the kid who pushed him down. Once I knew who he was, I walked up to him and asked "What is your name? Who is your teacher? and Is it true that you pushed my son down and ground his face into the playground equipment?" He gave me his name, he gave me his teacher's name, then he denied doing it. Then he said, "But your son was throwing balls at me!" I said, "Okay. How about this for a deal? I won't have to speak to your teacher about what happened, provided you and my son can agree right now to get along on the playground. Do you think you both can agree to this right now?" He and my son looked at each other and said "yes." That's that. I feel like, if there IS a situation in which a bully is picking on my son, it benefits the bully quite a lot to know that other adults will hold him accountable. And if my son is antagonizing and instigating other students through his annoying behavior, it helps to know that I will be fair and hold him accountable too. Hopefully everyone else and their pansy-ass feelings about it will take a back seat. I would rather nip bullying behaviors in the bud, than to have them manifest into further malfeasance. Teen suicide springs from this stuff. I'm not going to be a shrinking violet in the face of this, or any, maltreatment going on amongst kids in my son's sphere of influence.
All of these responses and advice for kids who are victims of bullying are way beyond stupid, and really smack of this mid to late-1960's (now ex) hippie-Flower-child attitudes, which were rather suicidal, on the long run. Encouraging a kid who's constantly a victim of bullying, whether it be physical or psychological, to be this gentle-as-a-lamb goody two-shoes is completely worthless.