I was bullied all my school life, while not as harsh as primary school.
I came as immigrant to Spain when I was only 4 years old.
I think I was 7 or 8 years old when this happened. I was very blonde as a child, mostly albino looking and many boys teased, called me names, and laughed at me from time to time, but we still were very young and could play together sometimes.
There was this retarded down syndrome girl from a special class. She was older and taller. She had some anger issues and one time she punched me in the face and throw me at the floor. She laughed and I did nothing.
But one day things changed me forever.
It was 8:00AM. And I just got off from the bus that brought me school. I walked towards the entrance but suddenly I saw a group of people loudly cheering at the end of the schoolyard. I turned towards them and walked to see what was happening.
To my schock, I saw my "bullies" punching with their bags the retarded girl. I was a little confused at first, but then, I felt the need to join the pack, and I started beating the girl with my back too.
The schoolbell rang. And we went back inside. We were laughing while the potato was crying at the floor outside.
I felt powerful for 10 seconds.
Yet after all those years I actually feel guilty for the girl. She was just another victim of society, and possibly a true femcel for the rest of her life.
I came as immigrant to Spain when I was only 4 years old.
I think I was 7 or 8 years old when this happened. I was very blonde as a child, mostly albino looking and many boys teased, called me names, and laughed at me from time to time, but we still were very young and could play together sometimes.
There was this retarded down syndrome girl from a special class. She was older and taller. She had some anger issues and one time she punched me in the face and throw me at the floor. She laughed and I did nothing.
But one day things changed me forever.
It was 8:00AM. And I just got off from the bus that brought me school. I walked towards the entrance but suddenly I saw a group of people loudly cheering at the end of the schoolyard. I turned towards them and walked to see what was happening.
To my schock, I saw my "bullies" punching with their bags the retarded girl. I was a little confused at first, but then, I felt the need to join the pack, and I started beating the girl with my back too.
The schoolbell rang. And we went back inside. We were laughing while the potato was crying at the floor outside.
I felt powerful for 10 seconds.
Yet after all those years I actually feel guilty for the girl. She was just another victim of society, and possibly a true femcel for the rest of her life.
