Saturday, November 22, 2014

Sticks and Stones

This particular post is something of a touchy one for me. I'm writing it because of an incident that happened earlier this week at a local coffee stand (to which I stopped going to and refuse to ever return); and while I won't be talking about it, I will be talking about why it hit so close to me.

Most of my life I've been short and scrawny. Also, since the third grade, I have worn glasses, which were never the "in" thing until the hipster movement as of late. This means I was an easy target for bullies and throughout most of my schooling, I had a lot of them. Taunting was always the most common form, and despite the nursery rhyme of "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me",  they do hurt. There were even times when it escalated to kids wanting to beat me up because I was a "runt". 

Thankfully I gained some friends who were much taller and tougher than me, which cut down a solid portioning of the bullying I received. There was an incident in junior that I still rembrr vividly when I walked down the wrong area during lunchtime and was stopped by two kids who immediately began to harass me and one of them was about to beat me up. Thankfully, from behind me came rushing three of my much taller and tougher friends who immediately came to my rescue and the two kids who were going to fight me fought them, instead. However, I didn't always have friends who came to my rescue and it didn't always end favorably for me. I learned to fight the hard way and I also learned out to talk myself out of a fight. 

Unfortunately, being a target followed me into adulthood. There was a year when I was mugged twice, and it would have been a third time had I not pulled a knife. When I was living in that particular city, I always had to change my route and schedule to avoid getting "jumped". Even now I have a great disdain for Federal Way (the city in question) because of all that happened there.

As I mentioned in the beginning, it's s touchy subject for me. I believe that I don't have the victim mentality, but when getting tormented by others who thing their superior to you follows you through most of your life, you start to believe them. You start to believe you're an outcast because you don't look like the social norm. You start to believe that you deserve what you get because you're not big and buff. You start to believe that you're stupid for being so smart. You start to believe them that you're not worth it.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me.

2 comments:

  1. I have posted this similar topic Peanut and understand 100% of what you mean. Most people say "Get over it, you're an adult now.," and things like that. But it creates VERY hard to break habits after years of bullying and teasing. That has been the root of MANY of my issues even now which I am combating to change. I too have been teased because I loved school, I was skinny, wore glasses, and didn't fit in with the "Cool" crowd. I think our problems are so easily dismissed because we are "Big boys and girls now and need to take care of ourselves." However it's hard to do that when years of torture becomes part of your mentality. I still cannot hardly take even the smallest compliment, share achievements, or share some of the innermost parts of who I am because of what happened. But all we can do is take solace in the fact that we are strong people, and we took so much hurt through our lives. I study, share my interests, accomplishments, and try to see myself as those closest to me see me. And that has been one of the greatest blessings in my life! Without going through it I don't think many people truly understand all the damage than can and does get done with simply words. Love ya bro and head up!

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  2. Chris, I'm sorry you went through this, as well, but at least we know we're not going through this alone. That is one of the biggest things about those who have been bullied (such as us) is that they feel very alone in the world. One thing you said really nailed it for me, too, is that it is really hard to take even a simple compliment. There's always that internal debate of if the person is being genuine or if they're just making fun of you. Trust has always been a huge issue with me because of the many years of bullying that I have gone through. To this day, trust is crucial to even the most minor of friendships- let alone an actual relationship. Trust comes hard and is broken easy.

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