All high school students would inevitably come across a situation were they would be hassled by their peers. Some just receive a few quips here and there, while others unfortunately were repeatedly hammered with taunts, insults and bullying.
Unfortunately, I was in the latter group during my high school days. I won’t go into detail of the crap I went through (otherwise it will be a very long post). But I was the quiet guy in the class, so naturally I was singled out. The worst for me was when I was in year 8 and 9: I couldn’t walk anywhere in my school without heartbreaking taunts and insults hurled at me. I was never in the “cool group”. In fact, during the early years of high school, I was right at the bottom of the student social hierarchy. One of the worst incidents was when I was pushed down a flight a stairs and I hit my knee on one of the hand railings. I had an enormous bruise on my knee for a week.
Sometimes I can’t fathom the mindset of a bully. Why would a person find joy in psychological and physically breaking another person? Probably it makes them feel good, to assert their own power, or maybe just to cover up their in insecurities with this “tough” image. Who knows?
Initially the way I dealt with this was to ignore them, but deep down inside I was suffering. Their jeers and insults kept replaying through my head. I talked about my problems with bullying with my friends and the school counselor (who just so happened to be one of the best people I have ever met! I credit him for turning my life around and raising my self confidence!)
Interestingly enough, when I reached the final couple of years in high school, a lot of my former bullies either matured and developed a conscience or dropped out. I was so surprised when some of the people who used to give me a lot of trouble turned out to be nice, well adjusted human beings.
I’ve recently graduated high school last year and am now in university. I love my course and I love my university. Just last week I lay down on my bed and thought “I’ve forgotten how much my life rocks”. I no longer have a “burning hatred” for those who wronged me. Ever since I discovered Buddhism, which teaches that negative feelings such as hurt and anger and hate can make us contract and close up and can even make us feel sick, I’ve forgiven some of my former bullies.
So did you ever experienced bullying during your school days?
Unfortunately, I was in the latter group during my high school days. I won’t go into detail of the crap I went through (otherwise it will be a very long post). But I was the quiet guy in the class, so naturally I was singled out. The worst for me was when I was in year 8 and 9: I couldn’t walk anywhere in my school without heartbreaking taunts and insults hurled at me. I was never in the “cool group”. In fact, during the early years of high school, I was right at the bottom of the student social hierarchy. One of the worst incidents was when I was pushed down a flight a stairs and I hit my knee on one of the hand railings. I had an enormous bruise on my knee for a week.
Sometimes I can’t fathom the mindset of a bully. Why would a person find joy in psychological and physically breaking another person? Probably it makes them feel good, to assert their own power, or maybe just to cover up their in insecurities with this “tough” image. Who knows?
Initially the way I dealt with this was to ignore them, but deep down inside I was suffering. Their jeers and insults kept replaying through my head. I talked about my problems with bullying with my friends and the school counselor (who just so happened to be one of the best people I have ever met! I credit him for turning my life around and raising my self confidence!)
Interestingly enough, when I reached the final couple of years in high school, a lot of my former bullies either matured and developed a conscience or dropped out. I was so surprised when some of the people who used to give me a lot of trouble turned out to be nice, well adjusted human beings.
I’ve recently graduated high school last year and am now in university. I love my course and I love my university. Just last week I lay down on my bed and thought “I’ve forgotten how much my life rocks”. I no longer have a “burning hatred” for those who wronged me. Ever since I discovered Buddhism, which teaches that negative feelings such as hurt and anger and hate can make us contract and close up and can even make us feel sick, I’ve forgiven some of my former bullies.
So did you ever experienced bullying during your school days?