I'm one angry mamma bear. I worked and fought for my child. And for what? Apparently, all the fighting to keep him from being bullied last year ended up making things ten times worse for him. The bullying only continued on this year in high school. GINGER. NO SOUL. My heart breaks for my son. I asked if there was anything I could do and he said no. He pleaded with me to leave it alone and let him handle it in his own way so it didn't end up as horrible as last year.
I am angry because he informed me that these kids never did get dissaplined. That they stuck together and made it look like my son was lying. Who on God's green earth would lie about being bullied to that degree? He stated that there was no point in saying anything because nothing could be done about it. I now wish I raised my son to be able to kick some serious arse. I wish I didn't teach him to be so passive. I wish I took him to learn boxing and whatever else that would bring these jerks to their knees. I wish in this moment that a guy beating the crap out of some girl wasn't illegal and imoral. I wish I could legally kick their scrawny, cowardly arses for him.
I am also afraid for my son. I am afraid for these bullies. Too many times do we see one of two things in reaction to bullying. The victim attempts and usually succeeds in commiting suicide. The victim decides to make a list and enact his rage on those bullies and anyone else who stands in their way. My son assured me that he wasn't the type to shoot someone up. But how do I know he wouldn't be the kind that takes his own life?
My son is only drawing into himself more and more. Avoiding the outside world as he struggles to make friends in his own neighbourhood because of these bullies. Unable to be himself, he is not having the same success in school as he did at camp, making and keeping good solid friendships. I just pray that he makes it through High School no more scathed then when he entered and finally once out, life turns on it's head and is a million times better for this pretty awesom kid.