I used to prevent it where could when in high school as I used to sort stuff so was cush. It's just harsh and no need I had it done to me when younger so used to try this lad who I'm still mates with today to just stand up for himself. He wasnt hard was soft as ****e but him just fighting back would have at least fended off the little ****ers who used to bully him. Hes still paranoid to this day always used to make excuses to not come out when we used to go to town but it was only because be was scared of getting chinned.
I never suffered from bullying, but my son when he was 6 or 7 was. The kid who was bullying him was older and much bigger, the school did nothing, so I went to see his dad and basically said sort your kid out or next time I will be round here to sort you out. 3 days after this, my son and this kid were best friends.......f ucking kids eh!!!
Wish I could say the same mate. The lad who bullied me was a lot bigger than me. In the end I ended up leaving the school. He was one of the reasons why. These days I don’t stand for it. I would hate for my son to go through what I went through and fortunately he didn’t. He’s 19 now and doing ok for himself. But in my case J O’C has a lot to answer for. And no, my experience wasn’t a reason I became a cop either.
I'm dreading high school starting in September. I dont have any specific concerns as my boy does seem popular enough but he gets anxious easily and stressed about small things. Home life with a disabled mum doesn't help.
Coming from a posh part of town Strawberry Bank our local bully was a lass called fat Anne. Her and her sidekick rode Grifters and used to wait for the Saturday pocket money to be handed out and either get you on the way to the shop or relieve you of let when you left. The sneaky feckers would hide in the bushes (much bigger and denser in the 70s/80s than they are now or in the back lane leading up to Thornhill field. She was a big square lass and would’ve made a good rugby prop. All the lads around her age were **** scared to tangle with her in case she knocked them in a fight! Which is why she got away with so much. We eventually went down to the shops in large groups and would let her and Paul pick a victim whilst we’d let down their tires and then do a runner. Happy days. As for Me I was very thin as a kid so got bullied a fair bit by my “mates” - some of the funnier nicknames were cambo joe and bobby sands. The former nickname from the famine that happened in Cambodia and the other due to the IRA hunger striker. I must still give off the victim scent as I still get people having a go even on both the RTG board (apparently I’m a soft ****e for warning people to keep their heads down at Coventry/Brum) and in pubs and on the street even though I’m six foot and 15 and a half stone. Being a black belt in Ju Jitsu helps resolve matters. Oh how I wish I’d learned Ju Jitsu back in the 70s/80s!