I honestly can’t say what I learned from being teased. In college and graduate school I met like-minded people who liked and respected me for who I am, and I really came out of my shell and became confident and out-going. More importantly, I didn’t have to associate with the kind of jerks who made fun of me. When I visited my old high school, my teachers couldn’t get over how different I was. I was suprised that they said that I had been very meek and quiet. I thought that I was loud and obnoxious and always saying the wrong thing, and that’s why people made fun of me.
But, anyway, I got to thinking, hey, I’m a new person! I’m a mature and secure with myself and if I could magically be transported back to high school, boy, would things be different! If people made fun of me, I would just shrug it off, and ignore it. (Hmmmm, where have we heard that advice before?) With my hard-won confidence and core of inner peace, I would be impervious to teasing!
Then, a few years ago, I found a note that some of my students had been passing back and forth in class, making fun of me.
And I might as well have been 14 all over again. I felt like complete and utter shit for a week. I knew I should just shrug it off, that I’m smart and successful and I’m doing what I want to do and I have good friends and a loving husband and the opinions of a couple of bitchy little undergrads should mean nothing to me. But it didn’t make any difference. All my having - it - all - to - do - over - again fantasies shattered. If I was teased every day, I’d be just like I was: miserable, defensive, and shy (apparently!).
I have become a happy, confident person, not because of anything I learned, not because of growth and maturity, but simply by not having to put up with that crap. For one thing, other adults engage in this behaviour less frequently but, more importantly, as an adult, I can avoid that sort of person. In high school, you’re surrounded by that sort of person all day, and there’s no way to escape. I think phouka’s comment on age-ghettos is particularly insightful.
I wonder what I would have been like as a kid if I hadn’t had to put up with teasing. I almost certainly would have been a lot happier. I imagine I wouldn’t have built up such a thick shell of obnoxious intellectualism, and I’d have probably been a lot easier to be around.
I agree with many of the posters in this thread that there’s almost no way to get kids to knock it off. However, if anyone thinks that teasing is in any way constructive, or that kids should just ignore teasing, I think they need to be reminded what it really feels like to be humiliated by someone’s cruel, ceaseless taunting. As adults, most of us have mercifully forgotten.