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Bullies; The Mystery

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Since I was a child he hounded me. She stalked me. I was bullied, intimidated, tormented not by a single person, but by a throng of thoughts. Why did another child, adolescent, nay adult ever bully me. What was it about me that kept me safe from harm or a persecutor's pointed proclamations?

I was a chubby child, a tubby teen. As I aged I gained greater girth. Yet, no one, friend, family, or foe, if I even had one, said a word. I was not cool. Nor was I part of a clique. Never was I the Teacher's pet. I worked to be invisible. Yet, the "in crowd," the "geeks," and the "goons," all gravitated towards me in a manner that said I was accepted. I know not why. Popularity escaped me, perchance, because I ran from fame and fortune. Facades were and are far from my favorites.

I was genuinely fond of many of my peers; I did engage in intimate interchanges. Mostly, I spent my time with my Mom and Dad. That alone might have made me an object of ridicule. It did not. Consistently, I was told I was different. Yet, this was never stated with disdain. In truth, peers seemed quite appreciative. The words were offered with infinite appreciation; which I never understood.

Being different, in my life was not easily defined. True, I was not the conventional characterization of "unique," another word often ascribed to me. I was not a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, nor Trans-Gender. That alone, I trust saved me from bullying that is sadly, more likely. Still, I never fit in, not as a child. Nor, as an adolescent or an adult. I was never among the thirty percent (30%) that are harassed in offices.

It seems being out of the norm is enough to spur a bully. I am that, or at least that is what others think. I was not a person who sought attention. If anything, I shied away from it. I was not out-there, an extrovert, nay an introvert. I was just I, me, myself. Fascinating to me, innumerable individuals told me, tell me, I am outgoing. I feel that maybe I am effusive in one-on-one exchanges. However, I am extremely reserved. I am extraordinary reflective. I prefer not to be noticed. To be thought unusual has never been my desire.

Thus, I ask, as is the topic, "bullying." What is the reason for it? Why are some singled out? The theme is discussed and debated ad nauseam, as it needs to be. Yet, each time I hear another story I think, why was I left out? As a younger person I did as the population does today, daily. Virtually everyone voices disgust. Typically, the thought is, bullying occurs in schools. Granted, we see it on the playground, in classrooms, and among young persons in cyberspace. On any avenue and on city streets children are victims of other children. Young men and women are beaten down or beaten up by a bully or a gaggle of gangsters. Adults are also abused. At times an oppositional oppressor can be called husband or wife.

There is reason for infinite concern. What are we as a culture to do? Schools stress the importance of Building a Bully-Free Zone. Teachers attend in-services. Moms and Dads lament. Relatives work to reason with the abused or the abuser.

Moms might muse. "What will occur to my child when he or she is out of my sight?' Dad's deliberate. "Will my little one be taken down, taken out, taunted, or will people talk until Max or Maxine can take it no more?' Experts say, if you have grounds for concern, at least there are clues that your child is bullied. A caregiver can know what to do.

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