I was bullied pretty consistently all the way through high school. It made me hate school. I didn't get a university degree until my 30s because I had so much trauma and fear associated with school in general.
I have some experience as a teacher and saw firsthand how bullying is mostly ignored and the students are left to fend for themselves. It's scary, but I think it's largely considered a natural part of growing up to educators and parents.
Yup! I can definitely remember my schools grand achievement of "zero bullying". It was total nonsense of course. It was just ignored and as we all know iF yOu IgNoRe A pRoBlEm ThAtS tHe SaMe As SoLvInG iT!
I gave up reporting bulling and the headteacher basically said it was good for me as the experience would "toughen you up".
Well all that did is teach me that bad behaviour would be ignored. But there was a bit of a caveat to this but I will get to that (and sorry this gets a little long winded).
So with this new found knowledge, I reasoned that if I emulated the behaviour of the bullies then they would see attacking me as less enticing. I know that is dumb logic but it was based on my 12 year old brain's capacity to understand the completely dumb hypocrisy of the situation.
But here's the thing, I didn't really bully or pick on anyone. What I did instead was be a bit rude to a teacher. I was uncooperative and condescending. I did this because I thought that she, being an adult, would be totally invulnerable to me behaving, it has to be said, as quite a tame little juvenile delinquent!
This went on for maybe a month. Oddly, it did seem to deter some of the more casual bullies. Like they thought "Oh, Mildred is being a lot more assertive than usual, and to a teacher, we'd best behave ourselves towards her then."
But then little did I know, a letter had been sent home to my parents concerning my behaviour. No one had actually talked to me about this I hasten to add.
So I was in trouble, and I knew rightly so. And I admitted that I had been acting up and I even explained why. But that wasn't good enough. You would think I was some sort of movie villain, throwing my weight around and subjugating my, very much a full grown adult teacher. The school leveraged my feelings of shame. I felt bad, I accepted said punishment and apologized to my teacher. The sad part is I actually really liked her.
A few months passed, things are going a little better, no problems with my teacher. I wanted to make sure I showed her that I felt bad about the way I had behaved and make amends.
Then, one day I'm heading to class when the deputy Head Mistress collared me and began to interrogate me about the issue with my being rude to my teacher. Not being very quick on the uptake and perhaps due to my ND brain, I had believed that she was asking me what had happened.
So my response was basically "yes I misbehaved, but it's alright now..." She interrupted with "I will be the judge of that!" Which confused me greatly, then she barked at me to get back to class. So I obliged.
A few days go by and I am summoned into my head of year's office where I was told how very disappointed she was that I had "gone back to my old ways". I protested and said I hadn't, but it was too late, the letter had been sent to my parents.
This triggered an abusive onslaught from my mother that lasted into the small hours of the morning. When I got to school exhausted and distressed, I was told I was to be excluded, and that in fact I should have been suspended.
I will just point out as a reminder that no bad behaviour had taken place, and they hadn't even begun to provide any evidence.
But this is where things get really surreal. The next day my parents came to the school and we were all crammed into the head of year's stupid little office. My parents, me, my teacher, the headmistress and the head of year.
I was given the lecture on my bad behaviour and then when that was done, my teacher (bless her!) started to try to defend me, saying that I hadn't misbehaved since the initial incident and "everything was fine" she had said, looking actually quite distressed. To which both the head of year and headmistress started saying "It's ok Ms K. You don't have to be scared..."
She looked at me completely exasperated, almost on the verge of tears and tried to persuade them that nothing was wrong. They dismissed what she said and again told her again that she shouldn't be scared of me. She looked distressed. Then the penny dropped for me. I realised, that they were bullying her!
This realisation made me feel even worse. It also taught me that just because people are adults, does not mean that they aren't devious corrupt little bullies. Not only that, but I was being punished for the same incidence of bad behaviour twice. But worse as I needed to be punished more severely for "reoffending".
This resulted in me being excluded from school for one week. Then on report for a further week. Ms K apologizing to me every day for the injustice she knew had occured. It wasn't her fault, I told her. I think she realised I could see, she was a victim too. I still feel ashamed at the way I behaved towards her in the first place.
She was a lovely person.
Not true for the other two who basically bullied me every chance they got for the remainder of my time there. But that's another long story and this one, I suspect, is long enough.
Why did I go into all this? Because it demonstrates how failure to act in a just and consistent way towards bullying can lead a child to conclude that they should behave in a negative way too since it is ignored or even rewarded. This can cause wider issues that basically destroy what little self esteem they have left.
Deal with the problem, break the cycle. Unfortunately though, some people enjoy the cycle and wish to perpetuate it.