Outcast From Previous Town
This is probaly the most difficult experience to write about. I was bullied from Kindergarten until just recently, hope this stops. I was bullied in school because my adoptive Mom dressed me in fancy dress clothes. I am a male. I was dressed in suits or Sunday Best clothes for public school. This included dress shoes and a bow tie. This meant I couldn't play on the playground with others for fear I would get my good clothes dirty.
Other kids didn't like me because of the way I was dressed. There were a couple of boys that removed the cover of storm drain on the playground and held me over the opening. This happened about three times, the last time they actually dropped me in; I'm not sure if they meant to or not. These incidents occured when I was in first grade.
When I entered Jr. High, I changed my apperance after the first month by wearing the blue jeans I had for after school. I refused to wear the dress clothes to school, despite my Mom's arguements. I wasn't bullied anymore because of my good clothes though.
But one of my classmates who was a real (jerk) (you can substitute whatever word you want ) thought it would be funny to bump into me while I was in the bathroom, standing at the urinal. The bump was hard and deliberate; though he told the teachers and principal that it was an accident. The only accident about that was the one he made me have.
High school wasn't much better; I had problems on the school bus. I was one of the oldest and biggest stuidents on the bus and capable now of defending myself; but when I did, I would be the one in trouble. First, it was a little kid behind me who used the seat back and my head as his drum set. I turned around to tell him to stop doing that, holding my arm out to keep him from doing it; the bus driver grabbed me and kicked me off the bus for 10 days. After this other little kids would do things like stick me in the legs with pins or other pointed ob
During my senior year of High School, I borrowed one of my parents cars and drove to school. Like most of the seniors, I only had classes during the morning. I was able to go home early, provided I had some kind of after school job.
College was much better, no bullying there.
As I finished college, my Dad died from cancer just before I graduated. A year later my Mom had a stroke which left her mentally impaired. My Mom had to be in adult foster care. We had a farm which we lost due to my Mom's medical bills. My Mom passed away earlier this year.
I was in a car accident where I got a broken leg and then was found to be diabetic. I was suppose to get a good job after college graduation, since I had made the Dean's list. But recovering from the broken leg, the job went to someone else. Then since no employer wanted to cover my medical needs for being diabetic; or for the most part, have to cover my Mom's medical needs, I could only find work at minimum wage without benefits. I am now self employed, but need S.S. benefits to help pay my medical bills.
Some people in my community didn't like the idea of me getting S.S. benefits. The building I had set up my business had deteriorated and was torn down. A single wide portable building was put in its place, to small for my business to continue. I then took care of another business man's property in exchange for rent for a place to live. Having no money, I had to collect pop bottles and cans to get food to eat. An alcoholic from a bar thought I was someone else he had a vanditia with. While collecting pop bottles and cans, this alcoholic attacked me. I avoided his blows until he hit me over the head with a 2x4. I was put in the dumpster. I came to minutes later and went to the police. The alcoholic had a record for previous assults and they arrested him. I was taken by ambulance to an emergency room for stitches to a gash on my head.
People in the community didn't like the idea of me being in a fight with the alcoholic. I was banned from a grocery store, then I was fired from taking care of the business man's property. I ended up at a Residential Treatment Center until S.S. gave me an additional amount to get an apartment and enough for food.
A nearby Author wrote a book titled "Trial of Friends". This book seems to be a help to me. I can relate to some of the events this author mentions in this book. The book even has questions at the end of the chapters that ask how you would handle the situations. The book is a suspense novel about three young boys who were bullied. An accident occurs in a park bathroom which results in the death of one bully and serious injury to the other. The three young boys are charged with attacking the bullies. But the truth is finally told by the surviving bully while he recovers at the hospital. The bully is requested to apologize to the three young boys and a new friendship between them begins. Or is this just a way for the bully to get out of trouble? The book can be ordered on-line at www.publishamerica.com.
I would recommend this book to anyone who was bullied or who have children who might be bullied.