Where was all this attention on bullying when I was a youngster?

I never got so far as hiding in the closet, but looking back on my childhood I can’t think of anybody who had my back.

Sounds like your husband is lucky to have found you.

Tell me about it. I’m just glad there’s no online forum where people can savage us behind our backs…

Probably impossible to tell due to a lack of reliable data, but frankly I doubt it.

There’s a totally different level of awareness today compared to when I was in middle or high school. At least in my country, there’s a lot of discussions, campaigns, Facebook memes and whatnot about bullying. But based on my rather limited dataset (my children’s experience), schools haven’t gotten much better at handling the situation. There’s a lot of lipservice and a lot of hot air, a lot of good intentions, documents, signatures, speeches and crap. But on the “handling”, nada. Nothing. Zilch. Fortunately, none of my children have tried to commit suicide like I tried. At least AFAIK…

I agree that Columbine opened people’s eyes to bullying. People thought, “Oh my God, I didn’t realize it was so bad that the kids getting bullied would kill people!”

Columbine was a tragedy, but I’m going to be a pariah and say that it was necessary for the problem of bullying to get attention.

And yes, thank God I graduated high school before the internet got big.

Well I think at some schools it’s OK to bully as long as you don’t turn them into murderers.
My biggest problem is that my bully lived in my house. My older brother. Heck, till I was 14 we lived in the same room. School was sometimes a relief because we were in different grades. Of course when the bullies at school figured out that my older brother would not defend me…

I hated summers.

According to the above cite, some parents are sending their kids to school wearing a wire to provide evidence of abuse–in this case by teachers, but I can imagine this being used against other students as well.

I guess this is a good thing in theory, but a part of me can’t help thinking “a mildly offensive name and they spilled to the bulls? The little rat finks!”

When I was a kid I was picked on but it never once occurred to me to tell a teacher or parent. You just didn’t - that was called “tattling” and you’d be forever branded as a “tattle-tale”. It honestly never entered my mind to tell an adult.

And if you don’t tell anybody, the teasing continues unabated.

“Yes, they are a clever bunch.” -Homer Simpson

Which is why it matters if awareness of this behavior has finally changed. In the past, students might be able to get some immediate help by telling a teacher, but in the long run nothing serious would be done and there would be payback for tattling. When people take the problem seriously, that kind of thing does not happen.

I was called in to school one day to meet with the principal of my son’s elementary school. Another kid had punched him in the face and the school wanted to get a straight answer from him about what he said that would make a kid punch him. They had grilled him already and he wasn’t confessing like they wanted. They had decided that the poor kid who punched my son in the face was the victim of bullying. My son claimed he never said anything to that kid and nobody heard him say anything but the school had made up its mind who was the victim and who was the bully and that was that. I talked them out of punishing my son but they had no interest in the the other kid beyond finding out what all the meanies had said to him.

And people wonder where prison culture comes from. It was like that in kindergarten for me.

Plus, “You told? You’re dead–just wait till after school!”

My theory is that the USA was still being run by the WW2 generation, the generation that stood up to Hitler and kicked his ass, and believed that even little kids should be able to “stand up for themselves”.

Heh. I was looking at some of my old grade school report cards and saw one teacher’s comment: “Richard is a tattle-tale”. 1972 or so, 1st grade, teacher probably close to my grandmother’s age, so again, WW2 generation.

I have tried really hard to drill into my kid’s head that “tattle-taling is just wanting to get someone into trouble, telling a grown-up is when you want someone to help make it STOP.”

So far, that seems to make sense to her.

Part of the anti-bullying training at my kids’ schools includes lessons in how to deal with people who are being unkind. I don’t remember exactly what they are, but it’s several steps that involve standing up for yourself and telling the other kid to stop doing whatever. If that doesn’t work, the final option is to go tell an adult and ask for their help. I like it.

Youze a stoolie, see! You sang like a canary, youze a fink, a rat. You folded like a cheap scarf. Gum shoes give you the third, and you grab air? Snitches get stitches, see.

Heh. The only time I ever heard that one in real life was from a group of drunk middle-aged men at a baseball game. It was creepy.

I’m living proof that that doesn’t have to be the case-what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.

Said thought is completely independent of the actual damage and suffering that bullying can indeed cause.

You’re absolutely right, Columbine was a HUGE factor… which is strange, because it’s pretty clear that bullying was NOT a key reason for Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold’s murder spree.