Bullied
I was an easy target, porky, bookish and weird. Loved Star Trek and Dr who and hated Rugby. Not a good combo in a South Wales all Boys comp in the early 80's.

Teasing I could cope with, name calling I took with a dose of misery, but I really understood what it meant to be in equal measure hated and reviled by the time I started my third year.

I can still taste the fear, the confusion and incomprehension of why these "cool kids" would go out of thier way to make my life a complete misery. It must have been something I was doing, so I stopped talking to anyone. I took my breaks hiding under the stairs or round the back by the bins, but the cunts found me there. I told a teacher who found me hidden in a disused toilet once, he said (as did my Dad when I told him) to "stand up for myself" and to "be a man". Bastards.

I really fucking hated the Teachers, who couldn't care less, or actively enjoyed egging the kids on. Its a real power rush for a 40 year old to humiliate a 14 year old boy in front of 35 other kids eh? Wankers.

I developed a cough, which I cultivated for a year. When I got back, after medical science had discovered I was "faking it" I thought I might have been forgotten, Fat chance. It was twice as bad. I was beaten up 3-5 times a week, and was so terrified even younger kids could push me around. I was a wreck.

It stopped when I was attcked in front of the school and had my hands broken (I played guitar, happily I still can) buy 3 of the worst lot. I suppose that someone took notice, because it stopped. All of it, even the name calling.

I left that school and went to a college in the next town where I wasn't bullied, and actually had friends. That was where I started to realize that actually being weird, bookish and kind of odd translated to interesting and fun to be around, as long as your audience wasn't a bunch of repressed psycho's with s&m issues. I met my wife there, and I have been happy ever since.

But this QOTW has bought forth memories. How did this affect me?

I fucking hate Teachers (which is odd, cos quite a few of my mates are Teachers, but they must be the nice ones) bullies make me heave and I cant be in a crowded room without having my back to a wall, I also cant sit with my back to a door (which always amuses my mates)

BTW, Jason John and Chris Oatley, I hope you die in the most painful way possible you cunts. You ruined my childhood
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Fri 15 May 2009, 2:32, Reply)