I lost my mother at 8 years of age and my maternal grandmother raised me. To say the least, I was a very angry little girl. A year later I found myself in the principal’s office because, I was the “bully.” I was mortified, even back then. I wasn’t raised that way and trust me; my grandmother wasn’t thrilled either.
Many years later I graduated from New York University with a Master’s Degree in Psychology of Parenthood. Guess what I designated as my research thesis topic… You got it – Bullying and mean-spirited behavior. I spent a year collecting data and reading everything I could get my hands on. I had to clear my name; just for myself. I had to prove I wasn’t a bully. I was just angry about losing my mother. But some bully’s are angry, for many reasons, and they need our help too. I was lucky! I had coaches, teachers and other parents who cared about me. And with their help and my inner humiliation and resilience I never found myself in the principal’s office again.
I cried my eyes out while watching this film.
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