The only way I was ever bullied was verbally (name-calling, teasing). The only reason I was bullied was because of my name. It's different and nobody in the town I grew up in had it. Its that unique to that area. I began to hate my name because the kids were making fun of me for it. I lost count of how many times I asked my parents to change it as a child.
When I was fifteen, I moved in with my father and grandmother. I had known at a very young age that my dad was my step-dad but he raised me and he is my dad and always will be because I only spent four years with my father and grandmother. I was bullied at the school there too, but it wasn't because of my name. It was because I liked to write in my spare time. One recess, I had left one of my stories out on my desk while I went to the washroom before class started and one of my classmates had got hold of it and when I got back to the classroom, he started to make fun of me for it. I was so embarrassed, I left the classroom in tears and went and hid in one of the two girls washrooms in the school. One of the girls from the classroom, who just happened to be really nice came to check on me minutes later and we sat down on a bench there because it was the change rooms up my the gym. She talked to me and calmed me down and told me to ignore him. He was just jealous because he couldn't write as well as that without a topic to write about. She made me feel better and I never let him get to me again when it came to my writing. I always got better marks than him in Language Arts all through High School because not only did I do my assignments but I wrote stories all the time so my writing was always better than his.
I was also bullied at home by my grandmother. I look a lot like my mom and my grandmother didn't like my mom for some reason or another. She never told me why. While my mom was dating my father my grandmother would call my mom "purple tooth" (my grandmother told me this). My mom had a dead front tooth back then and that is why it was purple, it is now a false tooth and has been a false tooth as long as I can remember. Whenever my grandmother was mad at me she would call my "old mare" (just like your mother), "Cow" and she would also ignore me when I talked to her. She wouldn't talk to me either and she would turn her back when she was walking by me. She wouldn't look at me at all. This hurt more than getting bullied at school because it was coming from family. I never let her see that it got to me though. The first time I did because I didn't know what to expect but after that I never did.
Some Ways To Combat Verbal Bullying Are:
- Ignore the bully and walk away.
- Hold the anger.
- Don't get physical
- Practice confidence.
- Take charge of your life.
- Talk about it.
- And find your (TRUE) friends.