I am an adult, I have two wonderful twin sons of my own, I have a loving wife and I feel completely alone most of the time. I grew up in a small community on the East Coast of Canada and I was bullied. I did not recognize it at the time as it was many years ago and I am now 46 years old. To this day though I never want to visit that place again and my wife has always wanted to know why. I was a chubby kid and I now know I likely suffer from Asperger's, even, though I was never labeled with that, I have a son who has High functioning Autism and can see the signs that he exhibits in myself. The affects of long term bullying can make a person angry, untrusting and simply numb. I did not think much about this until I watched Bully for the first time just a few weeks ago and it hit me, it hit me like a freight train and I have been grasping with why this movie touched me so deeply and why I felt like I just wanted to hug alex, his family, all those involved and why I wanted to be there to help. I am sure these are emotions that many felt, but, I lay awake at night with those images coming back to me time and time again. I am mostly happy, have a great family and friends who care, but, I cannot help but wonder how much better as a person I would be if I were supported by my "friends" rather than waiting for me to fail and pouncing on that failure. Tomorrow is pink shirt day here in British Columbia and I will be one person who will be taking part, for the first time.
By writing some words below, you are showing your support and letting everyone know they're not alone.
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