The professors do the greatest psychological damage because you expect a bully to be an asshole and humble you, but you don't expect that those who should protect you often don't do it and that they rarely even support the bully chad by making fun of you in front of the whole class.
I had a couple of episodes, one in middle school and one in first grade, I remember it like it was yesterday.
In junior high there was a boy who failed several times (16 in second grade) who had targeted me along with two other boys who failed. The other two just teased me about my physical appearance, but the pack leader, that shitty failure who was still in middle school at 16, beat me up at random, for fun while the teachers were not in class (during the time change), he literally beat me up, along with someone getting in to throw me temporary punches and kicks, just for the fun of getting in the fray, with shitty bitches laughing.
I could do nothing but tell the professors and the principal (np di shit, he can't manage his office by definition), while the teachers (they were mainly women) laughed at my constant reports saying that I didn't know how to play the game, in the meantime I came back home with bruises. I told my father, he came to school to talk to the professors and the principal and obviously they gave everything to be resolved ... the day after full stop, with the teachers asking me what problems I had and that with things of the kind the school's reputation could jump.
Did it end there? Obviously not.
Unfortunately the most unpleasant episode (I swear to God I'm writing it with tears in my eyes) that I still remember vividly, was when this bastard bully urinated outside the door of the boys' bathrooms, the janitor complained that someone had pissed out the door on purpose and that it was therefore not a mistake and the professors took an empty box (which was generally used to vote for the class representative) and the physical education teacher (as well as vice-principal) explained "write to me in your opinion who was on a piece of paper and put it here before the end of the second hour, otherwise I won't let you do the break ", the whole class took me as subject and wrote my name. My father was called and went to talk to the teachers, I tried to explain and he didn't believe me, my mother in tears.
The first year of high school I did them in a disreputable area of the city (near the Spanish quarters), needless to say that for my physical appearance and for my evident facial asymmetry plus kg of fat that didn't help, they immediately targeted me.
To make fun of me they said that I didn't wash, that I stank and left me alone like a dog in isolated desks in the back of the classroom.
The math teacher asked why they were all moving away from me, they replied that I was ugly fat and that I stank and the teacher looked at me and said "wash yourself then", laughing. The problem? In reality I washed, but by the time I became paranoid, I wash continuously, even 3/4 showers a day, shampooed 5/6 times a week, indent I washed them between 4 and 7 times a day, even letting the blood out from the gums. This obsession of mine for cleaning gave me problems at dermatological levels which led to not so economic expenses to be treated. Unfortunately, the obsession with cleaning remained in me, I wash often even if not so often, but certainly above average.
The problems related to bullying remain, unfortunately some you bring them to life, psychotherapy is not enough.
I had a couple of episodes, one in middle school and one in first grade, I remember it like it was yesterday.
In junior high there was a boy who failed several times (16 in second grade) who had targeted me along with two other boys who failed. The other two just teased me about my physical appearance, but the pack leader, that shitty failure who was still in middle school at 16, beat me up at random, for fun while the teachers were not in class (during the time change), he literally beat me up, along with someone getting in to throw me temporary punches and kicks, just for the fun of getting in the fray, with shitty bitches laughing.
I could do nothing but tell the professors and the principal (np di shit, he can't manage his office by definition), while the teachers (they were mainly women) laughed at my constant reports saying that I didn't know how to play the game, in the meantime I came back home with bruises. I told my father, he came to school to talk to the professors and the principal and obviously they gave everything to be resolved ... the day after full stop, with the teachers asking me what problems I had and that with things of the kind the school's reputation could jump.
Did it end there? Obviously not.
Unfortunately the most unpleasant episode (I swear to God I'm writing it with tears in my eyes) that I still remember vividly, was when this bastard bully urinated outside the door of the boys' bathrooms, the janitor complained that someone had pissed out the door on purpose and that it was therefore not a mistake and the professors took an empty box (which was generally used to vote for the class representative) and the physical education teacher (as well as vice-principal) explained "write to me in your opinion who was on a piece of paper and put it here before the end of the second hour, otherwise I won't let you do the break ", the whole class took me as subject and wrote my name. My father was called and went to talk to the teachers, I tried to explain and he didn't believe me, my mother in tears.
The first year of high school I did them in a disreputable area of the city (near the Spanish quarters), needless to say that for my physical appearance and for my evident facial asymmetry plus kg of fat that didn't help, they immediately targeted me.
To make fun of me they said that I didn't wash, that I stank and left me alone like a dog in isolated desks in the back of the classroom.
The math teacher asked why they were all moving away from me, they replied that I was ugly fat and that I stank and the teacher looked at me and said "wash yourself then", laughing. The problem? In reality I washed, but by the time I became paranoid, I wash continuously, even 3/4 showers a day, shampooed 5/6 times a week, indent I washed them between 4 and 7 times a day, even letting the blood out from the gums. This obsession of mine for cleaning gave me problems at dermatological levels which led to not so economic expenses to be treated. Unfortunately, the obsession with cleaning remained in me, I wash often even if not so often, but certainly above average.
The problems related to bullying remain, unfortunately some you bring them to life, psychotherapy is not enough.
