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Tales of the Schoolyard: Confession -- I Was a Bully

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My daughter Isobel started seventh grade only two days ago. The moment she stepped into her schoolyard, my heart started racing with anxiety, even though she was happy to go back to school and appears to be socially well-adjusted. She's a good student, and -- as far as I know -- a good kid and a good friend.

I write "as far as I know" because she is a fully-fledged middle schooler, one who has passed completely through the veils that separate her social world from mine. Not that we don't talk. Nor does she sass me for being a parent, diminished in both intelligence and social relevance in direct proportion to her peers' disdain. No, she simply no longer unloads the full serial drama of her day's social interactions on me when she steps into our car, something she used to do as she tossed her backpack into the trunk. Even direct questions about her day now often lead to that parents' least loved response: "Oh, nothing."

It's the "nothing" that makes me extra-anxious, because I know there's no such thing as "nothing" in an American middle school. It is a universal understanding that those years exist in a social suckhole! Stuff is going on! I respect her space and fight my overprotective meddling impulses and tiny-shoulder-devil-justifications that I only have her best interests at heart, but I am desperate to know. What if she's being bullied? Even worse -- what if she is a bully?

Shan in BandShe may not seem like the type, but I worry about her possible bully status because I was radar-defying bully myself: an awkward, petty, geeky bully who tortured others out of frustration with my new school's incomprehensible social pecking order. It's an easy role to slip into, especially if more socially forceful kids lead the way. And I was a good kid, too, though a much less pleasant one than my kind-hearted daughter. No adults ever noticed my awful behavior at school. Not my parents, not my teachers. How would I know if Iz became a social predator?

I'm hoping that our continued open dialogue helps (e.g., she is welcome to read this essay). I also did a bit of self-flaggellation and sharing of my bully experience with her and for the Can I Sit With You? project, in an essay called Not Nice:

I might have been at a social disadvantage, but I was also not a nice kid. And I quickly compensated for my social disorientation by picking on the weaker and geekier. Morgan and his bolo ties? Fair game. A friendly, gangly new kid with the then-rare name Cameron? In my sights. I quickly had them both squirming. Both asking me why I couldn’t be nicer to them. Asking what they had ever done to me.

I remained unrepentant. Besides, I lacked the self-awareness to explain that I preyed on them so I wouldn’t feel like fair game to the kids outside our fast-track classrooms.

This is what the Can I Sit With You? project is about -- sharing our schoolyard crises, motivations, and catastrophes with each other as well as with today's students. Our hope is that the adults will process, the students will learn, and that we will all feel less alone in our struggles. Something like the Can I Sit With You? books might have helped prevent my bullying from escalating, as it did when I found Lara, a bullying partner and two seemingly easy targets, Deanna and Adele. However:

Lara and I eventually gave up on Deanna and Adele because, to their credit, they ignored us. They didn’t have their parents or teachers intervene, they didn’t confront us, and they never retaliated in any way. They didn’t even acknowledge that we’d said or done anything to them. We stopped bothering them, because without reactions to fuel our actions, we lost our motivation.

We never succeeded in taking away even an ounce of their power.

Not that I didn’t find other victims to needle. After all, I wasn’t very nice

Were you a bully? Were you bullied? Do you think I'm worrying too much about Iz? Too little? Do you worry about your own kids? How do you talk to them about bullying?

I'd love to get your feedback, with a comment about your

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DebLog 5 pts

I was bullied. Quietly rejected, taunted, excluded every day of 5th ahd 6th grade. All for being the new girl. It's actually hard for me to read this post and these comments from people who confess to their former bully status. I'm sure you've all grown to be perfectly lovely people, but I feel something rise within me reading about what you did. I guess it's because I'm not the meek 10 year old I once was, and if I could only go back, as my current self, those mean girls would have something very different to contend with. After going to school every day, not knowing what to expect, who would sit with me at lunch, who would target me and for what, I was crushed. It took a near lifetime to regain what I lost in self-esteem, self-confidence, and self-love. I talk to both of my kids often about this issue in hopes of preventing them from being on either side of this coin. I also talk to them about the moral conflict of being a bystander. Bullies would lose all their power if the group rejected them. If someone had had the courage to stand by me, it would have changed my world.

ruvablue 5 pts

For all of first grade through second grade I was known as "Julie the Bully" --after that I was bullied until I left high school. I was so uncoordinated and slightly confused that I did not/could not play those reindeer games. So, I went around pushing kids who were trying to plays "foursquare" for example. Then, due to overcrowding at the school, I was at I was transferred. Then "they" medicated me and rushed me around to specialists who said, "She's almost autistic". For the rest of K-12 I became shy and fearful so I was a great target.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

This is web publishing. :) Emailed you, please do submit. You and anyone else who reads this!

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

j_gumieny 5 pts

Hi Shannon,

I know some time has passed since we last exchanged comment but just curious as to whether or not I could still submit a "bully" piece for consideration in the upcoming Can I Sit With You project? We're in the process of adopting again so life has been chaotic to say the least... but I would love to contribute if I still am able. My email is j_gumieny@yahoo.com.
Cheers.
j
www.gfinkfamily.blogspot.com ( http://www.gfinkfamily.blogspot.com )
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Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

Always fascinating to me to observe situations in which one factor wins out, and then try to figure out why.

Maturation is such a continuous process. Always amazes me, as it also apparently does people like you who are paying attention.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

I was almost convinced you were going to write that you married him. :)

I wish more eight-year-olds knew their own heart as well as you knew yours.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

tipytop 5 pts

I was bullied in 3rd grade. He asked for 50 cents and I wouldn't give it to him, unlike the other kids in our school situated on Harvard Street in Brookline, Mass. He was tall. He was lean and strong. He was the school trouble maker. He was a Puerto Rican/Black kid adopted by a liberal white couple. I was an introverted, sweet Asian American girl of immigrant parents, who wore the China doll haircut and always stood in the front of class for school pictures.

He threatened to beat me up at recess. He growled when I walked by. He got kids to laugh at my hand-me-down homemade clothes. He told my friends. He told my sisters. He said he was going to tell my parents.

I thought about telling my teacher, the principal. I even contemplated about giving him two quarters from my piggy bank if it all meant that he would leave me alone. A small price to pay, I thought. But I knew in my little 8 year old heart that giving him my money wasn't going to stop him. So one day I gathered up all my courage and blew up at him. Spittle flying out of my mouth. Face red with fury. Arms flailing all around.

I'm not sure what I said that day but it worked. He never bothered me again. Of course on occasion he would jokingly ask for it. And it wasn't until our senior year when we were about to graduate did he approach me to say, "You're okay. You're spunky. And I like that." I smiled at him only to then hear "But you still owe me 50 cents." I never saw him again.

I'm proud to say my kids have inherited my kindness and spunk. We also have a good open relationship where they feel safe to tell me anything. I'm not their friend, only their mother who's trying to teach them the right things.

maryrwise 5 pts

Thank you, Shannon! It's on its way.

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Karianna 7 pts

I have plenty of stories from junior high, one of which is in CISWY-2, but I'm amazed now at how many adult bullies there are.

Sometimes it is the old "apple not falling far from the tree" situation where both child and mother/father alike are bullies, but I've recently seen a lot of situations where the parent is the bully and the child seems totally friendly. (But then of course I end up feeling worried that the child WILL become a bully as he/she gets older - which really isn't fair, I know, because then I'm being just as prejudiced as they are.)

Unfortunately, many people don't grow out of that difficult middle-school mentality. Thankfully, many DO grow up!

-K

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Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

Shall I dog you for a story like I'm going to dog Jenna when she gets back from vacation? Because I will. Even though I wish you didn't have to live through the story you'd write.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

And a great picture too. Seriously, people, click through!

We'd love to feature your story on Can I Sit With You, if you'll have us:
www.canisitwithyou.org/submission-guidelines
( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/submission-guideline...
).

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

maryrwise 5 pts

It took me two days to write this post ( http://bozoette.typepad.com/red_nose/2010/08/teen-... ). I was 14, in eighth grade, and was The Girl Nobody Liked.

The Blog: Red Nose ( http://bozoette.typepad.com )
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Melissa Ford 43 pts

I do worry about this. I wasn't the bully, but I was bullied. And I would never want my kids to be the bully (of course, I wouldn't want them bullied either).

Melissa writes Stirrup Queens ( http://stirrup-queens.com ) and Lost and Found ( http://lostandfoundandconnectionsabound.blogspot.c... ). Her book is Navigating the Land of If ( http://thelandofif.blogspot.com/ ).

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

Here are the submission guidelines for Can I Sit With You?, take a look and let me know if you have any questions:

www.canisitwithyou.org/submission-guidelines ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/submission-guideline... )

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

Lisse 11 pts

I was bullied from 3rd through 8th grade.

In 6-8, a couple of teachers and the principal were part of the problem (angry, unhappy nuns who did lot like children and disliked my family in particular).

Bullying happens because parents, teachers, and clergy fail to DEMAND that students treat one another with respect.

I think if you look at our national politics, or even the local athletic field, you will see why this problem has not gone away.

- Lisse

@ Home in the World: International Adoption and Other Travels ( http://homeintheworld.typepad.com )

littleowls 5 pts

Great post on a subject that gives both children and parents concern. I've found Joy Berry's Help Me Be Good series a useful tool for teaching children about bullying and being bullied.

crashtestdoll 5 pts

I think everyone was both bullied and a bully. You may not even realize you were a bully, but just because someone laughed off a comment of yours doesn't mean that he or she still took it to heart and never wore that shirt again.

I don't have children, but we take care of my boyfriend's nephew a lot (his sister's a young single mom and the whole family does what they can to make up for the guy who just split on her). One of his friends is just the most AWFUL little boy and once made fun of the raggedy clothes some other child at the pool was wearing. I was horrified, just utterly and completely appalled. Then I met his parents a few weeks later, and they're the these label-conscious people who want to drive the right car (lexus suv's), live in the right neighborhood (Scottsdale, but not the parts of Scottsdale that trustfund Paris Hilton-types live in and hold 5-day bingers at), go to the right private school (Mom went to a private Christian college, don't know about the dad, but the kid was enrolled in an infant Montessori school and she's timing HER next pregnancy for that same school - she's on the waiting list and not even pregnant!), etceteras.

All that in itself isn't necessarily bad unless you think others who don't do the same are beneath you and your children pick up on that.

My mom stayed at home to raise me, but I was also put in daycare because she still "worked" at volunteer clinics. For the longest time, I thought it was because she was proud of how educated she was and didn't want it to pass up chances to help people if she could, but even deeper than that, it all stemmed from the fact that she inherently looked down on stay-at-home-moms, especially uneducated ones who always knew they wanted to be a SAHM and never went to college.
I have a hard time shaking that same view even today. I absolutely believe in a woman's right to choose what she wants to do and what's best for her family, but I reflexively think to myself that they didn't so much choose that as realize that professional success may be out of their reach. I mean, I don't pretend that all stay-at-home moms could get into a tier 1 law school but they chose their family first.

While I may think this, I don't ever express it to those close to me (as in, I'm never an aggressor), but I don't think I'd be able to keep my children from realizing my opinions in this area. And I don't feel too bad about it because I'd much rather my children seek out high intellectual status than status based on clothes, cars, or god forbid, the status received just by being attractive. I think those people are the real bullies, because a child who doesn't wear the same or "right" shoes as you isn't actually weaker or inferior, but a bully successfully makes them think their victims really are weaker or inferior.

Back to our nephew's friend Weston - his parents are both polite and not outwardly bullying at all, but their attitudes that the exclusive neighborhoods are better or exclusive cars are represent superior status, passed on to their son, who's only 5 and can't understand the proper social behavior of adults.

Really, this concept of "better than you" is the root of a lot of bullying. My boyfriend's mom grew up with parents that were latently racist and she took special care to expose my boyfriend and his sisters to a lot of diversity and emphasized equality. It worked so well that his youngest sister had a Haitian preschool teacher that she loved and talked about all the time to her grandparents, but she never mentioned her teacher's skin color. Imagine the grandparents absolute shock when they met the said teacher and were flustered that they weren't warned (this is a favorite story my bf's mom loves to tell, in part to express she rejects her parents' racist views). Race equality was so ingrained in my boyfriend and his sisters that they truly didn't see someone's "color" but the saw the person for their traits and personality. If you can do that with race, I bet you can do it with many other elements that we judge people by, and that's how I will try to raise my children.

j_gumieny 5 pts

I could go on and on... I'd love to help out with Can I Sit With You? let me know if you'd want me to elaborate...

J
www.gfinkfamily.blogspot.com ( http://www.gfinkfamily.blogspot.com )

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

Did you just give me permission to dog you for a story? Because I totally will. Tirelessly.

Enjoy your vacation.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

I was like you - unable to fully recognize my behavior at the time. Wondering whether or not it would have helped to hear from another student in similar circumstances is why Jen and I started this project. Do you think it would have made a difference for you?

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

The important thing is that you now understand that your actions were wrong, and why. Some people never get there.

Must say, sounds like you've got a good Can I Sit With You? story in there, in the Ad Lib episode alone.

Thanks for sharing.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

Shannon Des Roches Rosa 8 pts

You? Blunt? Heh. Could you possibly be talking about some of these girls?

http://www.canisitwithyou.org/2009/10/26/stupid-gi...

The sweater was a vintage '60s affair from my mom's closet, an era I was very much into at the time, despite the early '80s mullet.

I am glad to know the Emily of today.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa
Squidalicious.com ( http://www.squidalicious.com/ ) parenting first, autism second
CanISitWithYou.org ( http://www.canisitwithyou.org/ ) real tales of schoolyard terror and triumph

JennaHatfield 102 pts

Can you please get on me to do this? I keep meaning to and I keep getting distracted by shiny. (I'm on vacation now or I would write it.)

Contributing Editor Jenna Hatfield (@FireMom ( http://twitter.com/FireMom )) blogs at Stop, Drop and Blog ( http://stopdropandblog.com ) and The Chronicles of Munchkin Land ( http://thechroniclesofmunchkinland.com ). She is a freelance writer and newspaper photographer.

Mrs. Eps 5 pts

I don't know many people who aren't awkward at 11, but I felt that I was an exception to the rule. I had braces, bad hair and clothes that my mom still picked out for me while entering into sixth grade, which for us, was middle school. All of a sudden if you weren't wearing big jeans and Nike t-shirts you were a NERD and nobody was afraid to tell you.

That being said, I wasn't ever really bullied too badly. It was more of the backhanded comments that girls like to make so that they can cause someone a complete mental breakdown while acting like they had no idea what they said hurt your feelings. At the time, I felt weak and embarrassed every single day. I figured that everyone saw me as the tagalong and follower of the group of "friends" that I had.

I eventually started becoming friends with girls who were actually nice and all of the "cliché for the right reason" reasons, like they liked me for actually being me. I'm still very close with a few of those girls who have, since then, informed me that they used to be terrified of me because I always seemed "so tough" around the girls who used to cause me such anguished embarrassment.

I think it's interesting how I was so consumed with being scared and putdown by one group of girls, I had no idea that I was doing the same exactly thing to another group of girls without even realizing it.

j_gumieny 5 pts

I was a grade school bully. Quite and respectful to my authorities while at the same time sneaky and vindictive to my classmates. This parallel clash of personalities kept me under the radar as far as getting into trouble but maintained my focus at the center of destruction for anyone unfortunate enough to cross my path. Being the oldest child of four I felt as though I was a pseudo parent and as a "parental figure" of sorts, I believed I carried certain domination over my siblings and my peers. My crimes against humanity ranged from filling an Ad Lib book full of profanities and passing the blame to others once it was confiscated to hurling a frozen piece of poop at an unsuspecting girl on the playground, one cold winter afternoon. In retrospect, I was cruel, mean-spirited and craving approval in a twisted sort of way. Today, as I raise my three children I cringe at the thought of any of them partaking in similar scandals, however I am prepared to sit them down if need be, to discuss the hurtfulness they would cause to another if they did follow in their mother's tainted footsteps. So far...so good!

J
www.gfinkfamily.blogspot.com ( http://www.gfinkfamily.blogspot.com )

JamesEduard 5 pts

Thanks for the great post. Many can relate on what you have posted. Keep it up.

daisymayfattypants 5 pts

...when I was about 13.

I was bullied, endlessly, mercilessly, systematically from age six to age 14 by different people in completely different situations--I was like a bully magnet, in part probably b/c of my own personality--I retained this sense of self esteem and of my own worth and didn't try to hide it. I don't remember ever bullying anyone back or picking on people on purpose, but I *was* one of those kids who'd say the wrong thing, observe something out loud that you weren't supposed to say, etc. But I can't recall ever being deliberately mean to anyone during that period. Frankly, I didn't have anyone to team up with in the endeavor, so it just didn't even have a chance to happen.

That said, when I was 17 and a freshman in college, I did once create a drama around firing off at some girl who was after my boyfriend at the time...publicly insulted her in a way that took advantage of my ability to speak my mind brutally to disarm the other person. I regret that incident.

Cheers! Emily