‘It’s 8am, this hell I’m in / Seems I’ve crossed a line again / For being nothing more than who I am / So break my bones and throw your stones / We all know that life ain’t fair / But there’s more of us, we’re everywhere / We don’t have to take this, back against the wall / We don’t have to take this, we can end it all / All you’ll ever be is a fading memory of a bully / Make another joke while they hang another rope so lonely / Push them to the dirt till the words don’t hurt, can you hear me / No one’s gonna cry on the very day you die, you’re a bully’ -Shinedown (Bully)
For the past year my son has had a bully. It is not one person, but three. They are siblings who delight in torturing one child or another in the neighborhood. Circumstances have made my son an easy target. I’ve always been determined to have my son able to defend himself if the occasion arose. He has been in self defense since he was 4 and knows several styles of defense and attack. He has also been taught that this is only for disabling a bully or attacker. This is great for the physical aspect, but what do you do when it is verbal?
The bullying was never consistent. One week they pick on him, until an adult comes around of course. They will leave him alone for maybe a month and then the cycle starts again. It had escalated from verbal to throwing objects next. Rocks, sticks, garbage, and never aimed directly at my son. These kids knew what they were doing, until yesterday…
I work from home. I’m on my computer and usually on some type of phone call. So going to pick up my son from school is just not feasible. I have my desk angled so I can at least watch him come home from the bus drop off. As he is walking home I see 2 of the 3 children behind my son. Walking very close to him. Now normally he would ignore them and just run home, but my son has asthma and is in a flare so running was not an option. As I’m on the phone watching them, I see my son being pushed foward. I hang up from my call and go outside to protect my kid and they run off to their side of the street.
Surprisingly, my son looks very calm. I asked him what was said and he tells me he was just walking and ignoring them like he usually does. While I’m fuming that these little brats are tormenting my kid, he is looking at me cool as a cucumber. I’m glad that the self defense classes and therapy are helping him handle this better than many adults.
I’m fed up at this point. A year of this nonsense has come to a head. So I called it in to the local police department. Granted nothing can really be done as my son was not seriously injured. (yes, you have to be injured for anything to be done) Nevertheless, I called to get a report filed. I also notified his school and the superintendent’s office.
Today I received phone calls from both offices. I’m shocked as when I reported this last year to his school absolutely nothing was done about it. Apparently you have to tell the schools that there is police involvement in order for anything to be handled.
How sad and frustrating this is. Bullying is supposed to be taken so seriously in schools, but when it happens after school ends for the day, everyone wants to wash their hands of the children. I am glad that this is finally being treated like it is important, that my son is important. It’s pretty pathetic that it takes a number of instances and a year for us to be heard.
Well we are heard now and we will not ‘go quietly into that good night’. My son may be small, but he has a voice.