When I was going to school in the 60’s there was no anti-bullying campaigns. I was bullied; verbally harassed, because of my weight. Laughed at. It had gotten to the point I refused to go to school; thereby a tuorant officer actually had gotten involved in the matter.
He was strict and mean, poked me and I received a serious bruise.
Several months after I had to see a psychiatrist because my stomach developed an acute peptic ulcer from all that worrying of school days which I never wanted to go. But loved school. That Doctor had to abort me from going to school; therefore I never had the education I needed. I never had a Prom; missed the few friends a did have.
To this day, it has hurt my job situation. I still find it very hard to get a job. So the only possible thing to do is write and sell my poetry.
I am 58 years old, because of the notible people I know, and of what I do for a living, I am still harassed. I live in an apartment building bottom unit and constantly hear foot pounding ever few seconds, so bad that the plaster peices fall. My health is declining, I get seizures. Plus am recovering from a fractured skull it also makes it very difficult.
This makes my life feel as though … and almost committed suicide but I was not successful. No one listens because they don’t believe it’s not serious enough but I can assure you it’s time to take notice of the bullying and it’s time to stop it.