I am an adult now. This happened a long time ago, but I never seen fit to speak about it because I am not wholly innocent of bullying myself.
At my sports club I taunted a girl for being "fat." I was really cruel and she hid in the bathroom crying and told on me. I did it to someone in primary too. Of course I am sorry. I went on to feel what it is like and it's like a dagger to your soul, emotional wounds can take insurmountable time to heal. I remember telling an old friend that was forever making fun of my appearance that one day she might be the person that pushes someone over the edge. The final straw, or single grain of rice that tips the scale.
Also sorry to Cal R. in primary, it was me who suggested we chanted round playground. I am sorry I called that boy slow, tree surgeon, tkd.
When I attended college, I thought everyone would have grown up by then but I was wrong. I was called a "chav" and one girl in particular may have prompted me to jack it and leave. She called the college \"skanky" and called me a "spakker" or "scatty" and a t-shirt I wore she said she would only wear it to bed. She was previously in a private school and her folks sent her to a local college, as I think she never really worked that hard, maybe to teach her some humility as she was a spoilt, stuck up.... she lived a very sheltered life and would have been eaten alive at my school. I think she had been bullied a bit herself and would clack her teeth together when it was quiet, it was really strange. I was like "why do you always...