I don’t know why I thought of you today, but sometimes at random you pop into my head. When this happens I don’t think of you with anger or fear or hate, I think of you with sympathy and with sadness. Sadness not for me, not for the several other people I witnessed you bully throughout our elementary and highschool years, but sadness for you.
It was grade 3 when we first were placed in the same class, out in the portables of our little elementary school, and that’s when I remember the bullying beginning. Three years in a row the school placed us together. I remember dreading it and questioning why anyone would force me to endure yet another year of your taunting, negative presence. Then, at the tender, young year of grade 5, I remember the school threatening to expel you if the bullying didn’t stop, and I don’t think I was ever placed in your class again until highschool.
First I want to thank you, because although I understand and respect that this is not everybody’s case with their school bully, your behaviour helped me learn how to stand up for myself – and by highschool I revelled in it. I would witness you bullying others and would jump at the opportunity to stand up for them. As far as I was concerned, you were simply a mean person and I had no patience for it. Even the teachers would conveniently turn away as I called you out in the middle of class, in front of everybody, for bullying another student, then they would catch my eye and smile, or wink.
Years later, teachers would ask my mom if I ever ran into you anymore, happy, when they heard that I did, and that I was still standing up to you.
What I wonder now as an adult so many years later is, who taught you to be a bully in the first place? While you were being punished at school and probably at home for your behaviour, was anybody kind to you? Did anybody ask you, not why, but what needs you had that were not being filled? When your mother apologised to me for your actions, did she take the time to learn what was happening in your young mind and body to cause you to be that way towards other students?
At your young age of grade 3, did anybody in your life create a safe space for you? Space for you to heal whatever you were battling in your little body that caused you to act the way you did?
Based on my interactions with you before I left DSS 7 years later in grade 10, I suspect that no one did, and for this, I am sorry.
I am sorry that I never saw it from the other side. I never slowed down and offered you kindness. I never offered you understanding, I never offered you love.
My wish for you now, as an adult, is that you will create space for healing for yourself – maybe you already have. That you will create space in your life to accept love, and to give love to others. That you will not let the cycle continue through to your children – that you will offer them whatever your young soul was needing but didn’t know how to ask for.