It’s Tid Bit Tuesday ,time for the blog series sharing a more intimate look at my life. Like many of you I was bullied when I was a child. Most of the time I turned the other tear stained cheek . Sometimes I even fought back. I have a few scars on my knuckles to prove it. Picture a girl in a mini skirt and go go boots punching a bully (with braces) right in his mouth. Not smart! I do not advocate violence. But that was the last time he messed with me.
I did have one particular incident of bullying that was so horrific I have actually blocked most of it out. Even as I write this I feel trepidation as a sadness wells in my stomach. All I remember is …several kids older than me, all holding me down, and then the unbearable pain of a broken paint brush handle thrust into my ear and puncturing my eardrum. It is true that your mind blocks out what your heart cannot bear. I am grateful I do not remember it all. I know my Mother has it in her memory banks. She will refer to it on occasion when the topic of bullying or even an earache is mentioned.
I’m not writing this post to elicit sympathy. I was just thinking about bullying this morning. My daughter had some bad experiences when she was young. I did what I could to protect her and to stop it. Our oldest granddaughter has been enduring bullying over the past few years and I pray that her 8th grade school year will be a better experience.