I was bullied immediately as I entered kindergarden. People do not believe my memory goes back that far but it does. Especially since I felt fear all the time. My mom had to fight me to go to school every morning. She did not know I threaded it from that day on. Elementary school was bad because I was small, defenseless and scared. All the other kids had confidence enough to make fun of my crooked-bucked teeth. My name at home was Vincent, but in school I was "the beaver" or buck-tooth, or stupid. My parents didn't have a lot of money so there was times when my dad couldnt pay the school so I could eat lunch, so I was lucky to have my mom bring me McDonalds one day, which in those days, was a treat. Let me tell you, I remember like yesterday, that when my mom dropped of the food to me, James, a bigger kid took my lunch and threw it on the floor. My mom didnt know because she had left. I didn't eat that day. Other times I would be slapped across my neck or pushed, called names because I didn't have the best sneakers or whatever. Maybe I would get relief at home on the weekend. Wrong !! There was a kid a few years older than me who lived next door. My dad had multiple talks with his parents who were immigrants and did not care that their son pushed me on the floor giving me a bloody nose. They did nothing after the kid pushed me, tripped me, threw my bike on the floor, chased me and then harassed me at school as well. Eventually we moved. Actually I cross paths with the same kid once a year maybe now that we are in our 30s. Who knows if he remembers me.I was about 7 yrs old then. The worst bullying happened in middle school because I was Italian and most of the other students were Hispanic. So they all had clicks and were popular. I was one of the victims. Fighting every other day. Got my schoolbag stomped on, punched in the nose, slapped, pushed, spit on. I remember clearly that this one Puerto Rican kid who always punched me in the face, told the students in other classes that I called their mothers a " whore" in spanish. So after the class I was jumped by all these kids. I did not know how to fight then. I would run to the bathroom. Sometimes I would leave school sneak out. But a lot of times in the bathroom, the same kid who slapped me urinated on my shoes and then chased me out of the bathroom. My father was up at school all the time. However, the teachers, administratin whoever they were did NOTHING.....Slaps on the wrists...and then after slaps on me....again...No consequences. Most of all No Protection on the way home from school where I had to fight on the bus. I was kicked out of the back door and spit on trying to get off. Sometimes I had to get off the (city bus) a few stops later because the bullies wouldnt let me off...they would hold me....It only stopped after I graduated. Do you think I got good grades? Of course not. I had to go to summer school. Then I was able to go to high school. High school wasnt that bad as Middle School but there were a few incidents where I was bullied there.. After high school I went into the Army. In bootcamp I had to fight, but I wouldnt call that bullying. it was just 60 boys/ ,men living in the same barracks...fights were bound to happen..... I was bullied a bit after that too, but it all stopped when a few things changed in my life. A)I gained confidence in myself B) I knew how to defuse certain bad situations C) I became an adult and most adults dont get bullied, they do, but not as much as teens and children D) I studied Mixed Martial Arts and became trained in Boxing, which gave me a lot of confidence and the idea that I am not a doormat or a punching bag. In time I educated myself in "Anti bullying" theory and am taking steps to help others with it. I have zero tolerance for bullying. If I see it, smell it, experience it, I will assess it with any necessary means set it place by experts.
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