JstAnotherSub -> RE: Bullying? (10/13/2012 4:54:48 PM)
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Thanks for all of the replies. They have given me food for thought. I was not perfect by any means as a kid. By the time I was 17, I had been married, divorced, hitchhiked all over the country, done about every drug known to human kind, fucked more folks than I can recall, some because I wanted to, some because I was forced to, due to my own bad choices. I was molested by my brother from as far back as my memory goes, until I got big enough to kick his ass and say oh hell no you will not do this to me any more. I was teased in school. Redhead, freckles, adopted, really smart, tomboy, loud mouth, and the list goes on and on. My folks hated the choices I made, but loved me through it all. When I got beaten by a husband, they let me know that they loved me, and they came to rescue me, but they also made no bones about it, my own stupidity was what got me in to that situation in the first place. When I cried because I was made fun of, because I did not have the best clothes or the cute hair do, or the straight teeth or the tan skin, like all the other girls, they let me know that they loved me, but they also let me know that it was entirely up to me how I responded to these kids. I could let it get me down or I could accept the fact that sometimes life sucks and move on. To me, had they placed the blame on others, that would have given me an excuse, not a solution. Oh woe is me, the kids are mean to me, so I can not do XYZ. It just does not compute in my mind, but I can see from the replies I am in the minority with that. As for not being able to parent 24/7, I know that is not possible. I do know that I made sure the computer was always in a common room when my son was a teen, and I did monitor him like a hawk. My computer does not have a cam, nor do the computers of any of my friends, unless they purchased one them self. As cautious as I was with my sons computer activities, friends who have daughters were, and are, 10 times more diligent, because it is a different world than when we were teens. Puberty is hard. I would not go back through it for money. I guess I should feel lucky that I was always taught that you can not control others, you can only control how you react to them. I fucked several of my brothers friends, and when they tried to make me out a slut, I laughed it off and said yeah well your dick was right there with me dumbass, so you are as bad. I then went on with my day, not giving one damn about them. I still hope that more will choose to use this tragedy as a chance to teach about personal responsibility and how we can only control our reactions, not the actions of others. In my mind, I just can not connect anything I read about what was done to this girl with the end result. It is entirely possible that her demons would have won the battle, even without everything else that happened. I have fought depression, anxiety, and other demons for most of my life. I feel I should be thinking "But for the grace of the gawds, I could be in her shoes", rather than the way I do feel, but it just is not happening. I will continue to think about the things yall have posted here, and I may see the other side of the coin. If not, like in everything else, I will chalk it up to different views and move on. Thanks again for the thoughts, everyone of them was awesome.
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