people say its a common thing that happens to students when they started their social life in school.. some people just brushed it off their shoulders when someone is breaking down of being bullied and said "hey! man up and just endure it" some would just say, "ouh come on, grow up. just ignore all those naysayers" well, try to get bullied and say that to yourself. if you have been bullied and got through it well kudos to you! because I got out of it too. well I donno about you, but my scars still remained tho and sometimes it hits me back from time to time and its very toxic to me.
well, since I actually managed to get through it, I would always tell myself to just laugh it all and think how foolish we all were back then when we were just 14 years old and so immature.. but I'll end up shattering internally because I'm aware of how literally tragic it was for a 14 years old me to face such attack.. its not even funny tbh.. when you're being bashed & criticized and even aware of how the teachers react when they encounter you and said "ouh, you're the kid everyone's talking about" and all you can do is just smile and smile and smile and smile.
when they called out names, I would act tough and ignorant and just walk. when they publicly trash talk me, I would just smile and ignore. when even some of my friends turned their back on me, I would just tell myself its fine. I was the "fight back" type back then. when the whole incident started I didn't keep quiet, I actually fought back. the fact that I fought back made the whole situation worst. I'm not gonna play victim in this. I admit that I have a part to be blame in the whole situation since people find me impulsive, and how my actions made them feel 'triggered'.
In the end, everything got resolved. Everyone said sorry, I said sorry, but you know, things wouldn't be the same. I lived my life, I get through it, I had my support system, I had my families, I had my friends who stayed, I had seniors who cared, I had faith that God is just testing me or punishing me for the wrongs I've done. thus, I was able to hang in there. I was very thankful and grateful to have all these supports around me. Still, it would be a lie to say that I wouldn't take all of it at heart and could easily brushed it off my mind. Sometimes you can forgive but you can't forget, especially when you're psychologically, mentally, internally damaged.
Having self-confidence in the first place is already hard on its own. But having it, and got it crashed and trying to re-build it again are just so much effort. Do you know how hard it was to cope when going to a new place and wanting to start anew but because of that deep scar you had, you can't? Getting into college, I was socially scared, I was scared of making friends, I was scared of how I would be treated, I was scared of the opposite sex. I fought with myself, should I just be the extroverted me which I used to be? Should I just keep my mouth shut and don't bother making friends ? Do people even want to be friends with me? What if I start socializing and the past repeats itself? But I know I couldn't live my life being all anxious and scared. So I tried. I gave it another chance, and I was blessed with all the great friends I have now and of course more blessed by the friends I had in school. I got through it, but that was me.
How about the ones who don't? The ones that do not have any support system. How much mental pressure can you think a person can cope? we're just human, we have limits. There are people out there with some serious social anxiety, serious depression, who would cut and hurt themselves from the impact of being bullied and not socially accepted. If you think that they are just some immature, unfaithful to God and ridiculous kind of people, then you might want to reflect yourself. If you were to be placed in such situation could you handle it? but if you still feel all that ignorant, then wait till it happens to yourself or your family or your friends or your child, then tell me if it is still just some immature jokes to be laughed off at.
