I came across something on Twitter, started tapping out a note so I could tweet about it later, and then couldn’t stop tapping … so I did the sensible thing and turned it into a blog post!
I was bullied because …
▪️ I got an A in my exam.
▪️ I got a C in my exam.
▪️ I didn’t have a Morgan De Toi schoolbag.
▪️ I did have a “lame” Walkers Ready Salted rucksack that my mum and dad got free with a 32-box.
▪️ I didn’t have a Walkers crisps pencil case.
▪️ I sat in front of him in French class and he didn’t want me to.
▪️ I walked through the doorway at the same time as he did.
*This chap held my arm in place as he slammed a swing door on it and almost broke it.
▪️ She didn’t like the way my jam sandwiches looked.
▪️ My Dad refused to give me the £1 I needed to donate to wear my own clothes to school for the day.
*Admittedly, I was the only kid in the entire school wearing school uniform that day.
▪️ I had my white socks pulled up to my knees.
▪️ I bought the last Yorkie in the vending machine and he was mad about it.
▪️ A tampon fell out of my bag.
*Someone rummaged through my bag at lunchtime and stole all of my tampons as a result of this, and I had to scrunch up toilet paper in my underwear as I was too embarrassed to ask any of the teachers for help, and then I leaked through my clothes on the walk home because whoever rummaged in my bag also took my bus money.
▪️ He saw that I was wearing a bra under my white school shirt.
*He then went on to tell everyone that I stuffed my bra full of tissue paper and everyone kept shoving toilet paper in my school bag for weeks, sometimes dirty.
▪️ I was sat on the table he wanted to sit on at school.
*I was hospitalised for this one, off school for 4 weeks, on crutches for 8 weeks.
▪️I was leaning against the wall at school “funny”.
*I was hospitalised for this one, too.
▪️ I got the answer right in class.
▪️ I got the answer wrong in class.
▪️ I wouldn’t let him have my Blue Riband.
▪️ We were dating and he had to pretend that we weren’t.
▪️ I wouldn’t give him my bus money so he could buy cigarettes.
▪️ I hadn’t kissed a boy.
▪️ I did kiss a boy.
▪️ I wouldn’t let him finger me.
▪️ I did let him finger me.
▪️ I “lied” about letting him finger me.
*I didn’t lie.
▪️ I was stupid enough to let him spike my drink and dump me on my front doorstep at the end of the night before he then ran away from my mother.
▪️ He was jealous that I was dating his friend.
▪️ I wouldn’t shoplift beauty items for the popular girls.
▪️ I got arrested because I shoplifted beauty items for the popular girls.
*I wasn’t clever enough to shoplift without getting caught, apparently.
▪️ My hair was too nice. It must be a wig.
*This was accompanied by a small handful of my hair being yanked out.
▪️ I wasn’t fashionable enough.
▪️ My parents were poor.
▪️ My mum was shagging my mate.
▪️ I was a virgin.
▪️ I lost my virginity.
▪️ I was stupid to trust my friend when I told her about losing my virginity.
▪️ I ate too much.
▪️ I didn’t eat enough.
▪️ Someone found my mouldy sandwiches in the bottom of my bag that I kept forgetting to throw away when I stopped eating.
*A rumour went around the school that I had an eating disorder and people made gagging noises at me when I walked past for a good couple of weeks.
▪️ My clothes were too baggy.
▪️ My tights kept falling down.
▪️ I didn’t have the Kickers shoes that all the other girls had.
▪️ My fringe wasn’t straight.
▪️ I wore Criminal Damage baggies.
▪️ My mum cut my hair.
▪️ I dated a grunge boy with long, greasy hair and a Slipknot hoodie.
▪️ My skirt was too long.
▪️ My skirt looked stupid because I’d rolled it up at the waist.
▪️ I listened to Marilyn Manson.
▪️ I listened to the Prodigy.
▪️ My mum wouldn’t let me go to an 18+ club when I was only 15.
▪️ I didn’t wear makeup and should’ve, because I was ugly.
▪️ I wore the wrong colour makeup.
▪️ I wore too much glitter.
▪️ I wore too much black eyeliner.
▪️I didn’t have the Bourjois Coup de Theatre mascara that all of the popular girls did.
▪️ My dad wouldn’t let me go and see Titanic with my friends at the cinema because I was 11 & 3/4 years old and the movie was rated 12.
▪️ I went on the pill and someone saw it when they emptied my bag out onto the floor.
▪️ I was obviously a massive slut because I went on the pill.
*My mum put me on the pill to try and reduce my hardcore PMS symptoms.
▪️ I had a pregnancy scare.
▪️ I wasn’t into drinking.
▪️ I got drunk on White Lightning on the school field.
▪️ I wouldn’t eat a crane fly.
▪️ I wouldn’t run head-first into a brick wall.
▪️ I wouldn’t punch that other girl in the face.
▪️ My front tooth wasn’t straight.
▪️ I hadn’t been to Spain.
▪️ My parents couldn’t afford to send me on the school skiing trip to some fancy place in France.
▪️ I was depressed.
▪️ I failed to kill myself.
*My head of year held an assembly and told everyone what I’d done, and then asked all the kids to “be nicer” to me.
▪️ I was a self-harmer and someone saw my scars.
*I wasn’t allowed to dress in a separate place to the other girls no matter how much I begged the PE teacher.
▪️ I had to see a therapist.
*He was the dad of one of the kids who bullied me at school.
▪️ I developed boobs seemingly overnight.
▪️ I wore “boy jeans” from Blue Inc. as they fitted my little waist-big hips frame better, which meant I was obviously “a boy”.
▪️ She said that I slut-shamed other women.
▪️ I wouldn’t have sex with him.
*One of a few stalkers who made my life miserable for not wanting to have sex with them.
▪️ I wouldn’t have sex with her and her husband.
*She turned a whole gaggle of wives against me. It was like Mean Girls for your 20’s.
▪️ I wouldn’t take the blame for her shop till being £20 down.
▪️ Her ex-boyfriend started dating me.
*God, I hated this bitch. I worked with her for almost a year and she made my life a MISERY whenever we were on shift together.
I got bullied a lot when I was a school, and I think I’ve been bullied quite a bit throughout my late teens, twenties, and thirties too — by people I do know, people I don’t know, lovers, friends, even relatives. Things that are said, stick … and they hurt, physical bullying aside. Just remembering some of those situations makes me well up with tears, and I’ve got more than a few scars to show for it all.
But I’m a grownup now, so I know that a lot of the stuff I was bullied for can’t possibly have been *MY* fault — and probably isn’t now/won’t be in the future.
I mean, I was apparently in the wrong for both being a virgin and losing my virginity, so I literally couldn’t have done right for doing wrong.
To the bullies: be kinder. (And fuck you.)
To the victims: it’s not you. I promise you, it’s not you.