I was bullied in school when I was young. I moved to Canada and started mid-school year, my cloths were different and I had an accent. It was really tough making friends as social circles in class were already defined. I was picked on and the friends I had weren't close enough to care or brave enough to help.
I didn't report the bullying to anyone, I didn't want to be labelled as a tattle tail. I had problems enough making friends i didn't want to have that as a strike against me as well.
I learned two things pretty quickly at that young age: 1. to loose the accent 2. how to fight
It took a few fights where the bullies ended up with black eyes, bloody noses and missing teeth for things to settle down to a normal level. I got hauled into the principle's office for fighting and threatened with suspension because it was hard to hide the injuries. Funny thing is that the principle's office knew about the previous fights and being picked on. I don't know they're reasoning for not doing anything about it previously.
It was a life lesson. I was always taught not to start fights and walk away from arguments but to defend myself if need be. It wasn't until I started doing the last part that things improved. To this day I will not start a fight, but if someone takes a poke at me I'll make sure they never try it again.
My biggest regret today about those couple of years is losing my accent to try to fit in.
I didn't report the bullying to anyone, I didn't want to be labelled as a tattle tail. I had problems enough making friends i didn't want to have that as a strike against me as well.
I learned two things pretty quickly at that young age: 1. to loose the accent 2. how to fight
It took a few fights where the bullies ended up with black eyes, bloody noses and missing teeth for things to settle down to a normal level. I got hauled into the principle's office for fighting and threatened with suspension because it was hard to hide the injuries. Funny thing is that the principle's office knew about the previous fights and being picked on. I don't know they're reasoning for not doing anything about it previously.
It was a life lesson. I was always taught not to start fights and walk away from arguments but to defend myself if need be. It wasn't until I started doing the last part that things improved. To this day I will not start a fight, but if someone takes a poke at me I'll make sure they never try it again.
My biggest regret today about those couple of years is losing my accent to try to fit in.
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