My parents - my mum in particular - could have helped me when I was bullied at school. I told my mum I was being bullied - I was really upset - and she just said “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but calling names can’t hurt you” - and told me that, if I ignored them, it would stop.
That was it. That was all the parental support I got. My mum never once asked me if things had stopped or got better, and I didn’t dare tell her it was still happening because she had made me feel that she would say I clearly hadn’t ignored it hard enough or well enough, so it must be my fault it hadn’t stopped.
Neither she nor my dad noticed as I got more and more withdrawn and lonely from the age of 10 until the end of Fifth form, when we all moved to sixth form college. At that point I made a few more friends, some of the bullies didn’t go on to sixth form, and the ones that did seemed to grow up and stopped picking on me - but by then it was too late - the damage was done.
I was left with very low self esteem, anxiety and depression - I was having suicidal thoughts by my mid teens - although it wasn’t until I saw a psychologist when I was in my 40s, that she told me that it wasn’t normal or right that I was considering suicide as a teenager, and that I was clinically depressed then.
At the time, no-one noticed. My parents didn’t notice - and neither did my teachers. I didn’t dare actually tell my teachers, because I was so sure that, if I did tell, then when the inevitable backlash came, I would get no support or back up from my mum.
My life is still blighted by depression, low self esteem and anxiety.