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BenovolentJane. (U13662452)
Listed below are comments made by BenovolentJane. (U13662452) between Thursday, 30th October 2008 and Thursday, 30th October 2008
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Ouch Q&A #12: Bullying
AH, Yes! Finally! those answers I can definitly relate to! i'm a disabled person and I started getting bulllied in grade 6 when i was about 10 years old. Seriously, its not easy, I cannot even begin to explain the effect it had on me. I guess, I became merely a shadow of my former self... thats the only way I can describe myself at the hands of bullying.
I think that children are more aggressie than adults, In my experience they were anyway. I cannot forget those times when the girls in my class followed me and watched me 24/7 they would dare eachother to do things and most of those dares unfortunatly included doing something to me, things like drooling all oer me, calling me names, excluding me, pushing me to the ground and pinching me etc etc they made me feel like I was worthless, and I seriously thought eerything they said was true.
I began to think about suicide for me i thought about it 24 hours a day, everyday. It never left my mind once, it was always there lurking in the back of my mind. I was always thinkng about methods to kill myself. Like I would imagine getting the knife off the kitchen bench and just doing it. It was as easy as that and I knew it, I even took a couple of My mom's sleeping pills and put them in my pillow case. I don't know why, I don't know how i managed not to do it... but I never did it... and now its six years later.
I think the thing that saved me from descending into complete depression was my books and my piano. I played or read 24 hours a day. I kept my mind busy so that I couldn't think. If for one second I wasn't reading I would start thinking of death and the idea of suicide would begin to build once more... When I was reading, it was still there but atleast I couldn't try and build on the idea.
Even as a 10 year old, I knew that it wasn't a good thing to think about... I was a very unhappy child though, there wasn't a single night when Iwouldn't be crying silently to myself under the bedcovers. There wasn't a single night when I didn't pray and plead to God to stop the bullying, or to atleast stop my suffering at the hands of bullying.
how did I do it? I've no idea, my trust and self esteem hit the lowest it could ever be... It has taken me 7 years to finally get over it. I know the scars are still there and always will be for life, and I'm very hard person to gain trust in, but I have started to trust people a little more, and i haven't been bullied, but still... I've been able to mask my feelings as you put them. However like you, at school earlier this year there was a huge bullying scandal among students and a student ended up in hospital, the school teachers didn't take it lightly, but i just felt very illl and cold when I heard about it at an emergency assembly. It brought back a flood of memories from my own experiences.
Disability Bitch vs blue badge reforms
Right, well, I have to say that maybe they should atleast make it 1 and a half years minimum for those who have an injury because I do see the point in it. They are temporarily or maybe even permamently unable to walk long distances, carry things, etc etc. And please, don't mention taxis because there are people who won't be able to WORK because of their injuries, do you think they'll get money to have a taxi? No! take My mother for instance, she broke her foot, but as a single mother with the responsibility of not only 3 children but also the responsibility of a disabled child and no job because of her injury, I think she really did have the right to the disabled spot. She was the only one who could escort me to the 10s of appointments I had every week, and it was not a good thing for her with the injury she had, so i'm jolly glad that she DID have the blue card. I don't know how she would have survied without it, or me for that matter.