by Shelly Spivey
Someone once said that when you are bullied its like breaking a glass mirror. The pieces shatter and are very hard to reassemble, but no matter how much glue or tape you use the breaks are still visible and some pieces are forever lost. I believe this is true. Those that have been bullied and tormented for years like I was aren’t ever really whole again.
There was a time in my life when I was carefree and believed in myself. I was young, smart, and when I looked in the mirror I saw a beautiful person. I was a kid, and I was happy in my body, I was happy to be me. I had friends. I had a lot going for me. Then it all changed. Bullies, both adult and peer, worked hard to sap my soul away with their words and actions. I can’t possibly write about everything that ever happened, it’s too long, and no one wants a novel. So these are the highlights. This is my story, this was my childhood.
Sometime in the second grade, my teacher recommended me for the gifted program in our school district. I was tested, accepted and shipped off the following year to a more suburban school. I made a few friends and really enjoyed the third grade. I didn’t do as well as my peers in a few areas, such as handwriting and spelling, and although they noticed, no one really said much. We played and had fun, as kids do. Fourth grade started and I was assigned to a teacher, Mrs. Shawshank, who I found out later, picked one kid each year and picked on them without mercy. Continue reading “Bullied: This Was My Childhood”