I agree with a lot of what is being said. And I, like a lot of you, have had my share of teasing/bulying. I didn’t have much support from my parents, though, because they always told me to tell the teacher, which as we’ve seen never works.
My problem was that it wasn’t one bully, but a group. I was a big kid. A BIG kid. And I was(am) as slow as a continential plate. Because of my size I became the defacto object of the bullies’ affection. They would circle me like a pack of wolves and start taunting me. While I was yelling at one person, someone behind me would sneak up and hit me in the head and run away. I could never catch these kids and they (wisely) would not stand toe to toe with me. I remember distincly, how they ruined my favorite coat by ripping the hood off while trying to spin me.
A few years later, one of the bullies didn’t run when I aproached. I took a swing at him that was supposed to miss him by an inch in front of his face. He went to duck my punch and would have, if I had been aiming for him. But I caught him on the jaw and knocked a tooth out. He went home crying and his parents talked to my parents and I got grounded for a week. But after that, most everyone left me alone.
Except for two bullies. They surronded me once in the fifth grade and started taunting me. I threatened that I knew karate and I was ready to use it. The kid in front of me said, “Oh yeah? Show me a kick.” So I did. I had no intention of hitting him either. However, just as I started my kick, the kid behind me attacked. When you do a Tae Kwon Do kick, you thrust your foot out and pull your elbow back. Well, I hit the kid behind me with my elbow and knocked him about 5 feet back. From then on, I was free of bullying.
Oo, oo, oooo! Just thought of another one, but I didn’t hit anyone, intentionally or otherwise, but my reputation preceeded me. There was a guy in my fifth grade math class. He had some birth defect that left him with no forearms or hands, just a couple malformed fingers protruding from the elbow joint. He used his elbow joint as a hand, grasping and manipulating things that way. I was rather impressed by what he could do. Not to mention write, he played some damn good drums. But he started calling me fat. He wasn’t a good kid. He was already in a gang (remember: fifth grade) and I was rather afraid of him. At first I just told him to shut up and leave me alone. But he wouldn’t. I threatened to tell and whatnot to no avail. Finally, I figured I’d fight fire with fire and started making fun of his obvious flaws. Well, he “dropped” his pencil and after he got up to get it and was heading back to his desk, he hit me right in the eye with his elbow. Immediately, I jumped up, rage coursing through my veins. I was crying more from the anger than from the pain at the time. The desk and chair went flying. The change in his expression from indifferent cockiness to outright horror would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so angry. My hands were clenched, my face was burning. I was barely in control. The kid ran into the corner and kneeled on the floor cowering saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” over and over again. I just turned and walked up to the teacher and explained what happened. I don’t remember what happened to him, but I don’t remember much teasing after that.
I’m not advocating needless violence, but a boy should be able to defend himself with worrying about getting hit by his parents afterwards. School has a very definite social structure. Some kids are lucky enough to not have to fight to gain some respect. Other kids do. Telling your kid not to fight just puts handcuffs on him, and causes even more stress. Face it, life is all about fighting in one way or another. Whether you’re fighting for a promotion or fending off attacks of unscrupulous coworkers. Bullying is just more primative, but 6 year olds are more primative. Teach your kids to stick up for themselves or they will be whupped all their life.