I HATE bullies.
Hate them with a passion. I think there is nothing so weak as to put someone down to make yourself feel better. Nothing so weak as to draw attention to others’ faults, lest someone notice yours. Nothing so weak as throwing rocks at someone. Calling them names. Spitting on them. Hitting them. Punching them. Telling them they are fat. They are worthless. They are ugly.
All of these things have happened to my youngest sister. She has had things thrown at her. She has been poked, prodded, pushed. Ridiculed. Teased and embarrassed. The school have “taken care of it”. But it still happens. She has just decided not to bother telling the teachers any more because that usually makes it worse. She has been called a slut, ugly, fat – by the girls in her year. She has cried countless tears.
She hates eating in front of people.
They have ruined the little sister I knew. My once happy, easy-going little sister has buried herself in a world of walls. Every word you say to her is automatically taken as an insult and she bites back over nothing. She hears taunts where there are none. She defends herself when we are only offering help. She has been attacked for so long that she doesn’t believe there is any other form of communication. She can’t see that someone would want to talk to her and spend time with her for her because these bullies have made her feel like nothing.
These bullies, who are pillars of their school community. The sports heroes. The “popular” kids. the ones all the other students look up to.
Her saving grace right now is that she is in the last year of high school.
Once it’s over, she will never have to see them again.
And she will go places because she is truly amazing.
And they will go nowhere.
But what if it doesn’t stop?
Another sister recently asked me to blog about something horrific that happened to a friend of hers.
She was a victim of workplace bullying.
She had her work colleagues fill her office toilet with shit and stand outside to laugh when they heard her find it.
She was held down and had so much boot polish rubbed in her hair that she had to get it cut out at the hairdressers.
She isn’t allowed to tell you these things because their identity needs to be protected. After all they did to her. they have threatened to sue if she tells people this. But I can tell you.
This isn’t right.
She has set up an organisation to support victims of workplace bullying and to raise funds to prevent it. You can view the edited promo video here. It contains other horrific stories of workplace bullying.
The website is mateday.org March 14 2013 will be Mate Day. There are wristbands and awareness ribbons for sale.
Please support this cause.
I am thankful. So thankful this wasn’t me that had to endure this – because honestly, I doubt I could have.
And I am thankful that someone is willing to stand up and do something about it.