blueballetshoes
Morning, BBS. Your story is so heartbreaking. My heart goes out to you. We could have gone to the same junior school. It was horrendous.
Only when I went to secondary school, did I change my modus operandi. I then became the "aggressor". Of course, I was still that hurt, sad child inside but I'd decided enough was enough. I never bullied, but I certainly wasn't going to be that hurt, scared child anymore. My whole personality changed.
The problem is, I went too much the other way: if someone looked at me, I'd get aggressive. If someone smiled at me, I'd think they were taking the p*ss, if someone wanted to play with me, I'd think it was because they wanted to hit/punch/kick me. Secondary school was no walk in the park but it was a lot better than it could have been.
I wonder how my personality would have panned out, had I not have been subjected to the inconsistent spite. And that goes for all people who have been bullied because of their looks.
I was talking to my daughter's friend, who works at my place, the other day, and she said that if there was anyone she wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of, it was me. I asked her why, and she said that I looked like I could look after myself, and that I wouldn't take sh*t lying down. Little does she know that I took it lying down for years.
I am a straight talker. I would never say anything behind someone's back that I couldn't say to their face. Apparently, that means I have a bit of an attitude?
It astounds me that I can be sat at work, listen to colleagues really slating someone, and then when said colleague walks into the room, it's all "Morning, how are you. How are the kids?"
. Yes, we all have a grumble, but this is really spiteful stuff.
And this isn't a colour thing, necessarily. It's not a negative to be upfront with people. At least you/they know where they stand. Like I never knew with my foster parents. The biggest two faced gossips I've ever encountered.
I find it bizarre, truly.