
Originally Posted by
James Deuce
What if you have a kid with no concept of hitting back, who gets back up off the ground and immediately wants to start playing with these bastards, who won't tell anyone because he doesn't want to miss the opportunity to be their friend? Not in a needy "please be my mate" way either. He just keeps hoping for things to change, despite no evidence that they ever will. If ever you wanted the definition of an enlightened soul demonstrated I have the perfect candidate. Shame we aren't Hindu, because then at least there's the potential for some sort of reward in the future.
He WON'T fight back.
So they just escalate the level and intensity of the violence. Schools will pay lip service to "fixing" bullying, but when the perpetrators have been doing it since Kindergarten it's now an entrenched behaviour, and often the schools have been prepped to expect this sort of relationship dynamic and the victim is entirely at fault.
My case isn't extreme. Start digging and you find hundredss of thousands of tales of physical harm dished out in NZ schools by children to other children. You also find thousands of people for whom it all went wrong the moment they stood up to the bullies, or worse, told an adult who was doing what to them.
I get what you are saying. Despite my earlier post, I was a kid that also just wanted to be friends with everyone. My luck was my size, I was always big for my age and even today an 6ft 3 and 100kg. I always struggled with the likes of rugby because even though I could smash the living shit out of anyone standing in my way and none of them could touch me, I lacked the aggro streak to do so and was so called the "gentle giant".
The same went with bullies. I can count on 1 hand the times in school when I struck back (usually very aggresively with devastating results) and those times were because I really had finally had enough (once) or was because someone attacked me physically first and hurt me or because someone was picking on a weaker kid who could not defend themselves and thus I would get enraged at the injustice and jump in.
But, I can fully understand that some kids (admittedly I would imagine they are a rare breed) just would not have the impule to fight. I don't think that this is at all a bad thing because I would also imagine that such kids have gentle spirits and make awesome mates. I think that the only real defense for a child or person such as this is to recognise when someone is not a good person and to steer clear of them.
Secondly, the body posture and disposition thing is a big part. I am not talking about walking around like a puffed up turkey acting tough (usually just a cover) but teaching a person a self respecting, confident posture with shoulders back and chin up to meet the world. Bullies seldom pick on a person who looks confident and self controlled.
The second thing that I think dissapoints me is how few kids will stand up for others.
However, i did a bit of work with a mate of mine who went around talking in schools, it is amazing some of the stories that these kids have. Never forget, most kids who act strangely, are bullies etc. are displaying complex emotions that come from what is going on in their lives. Some are just nasty little shits, but some are very unhappy and have sorry stories and do not know how to a) deal with what is going on and b) have not been taught another way of dealing with their issues but through intimidation and violence.
That said, I am not quite the gentle giant I used to be as I have realised the need to be able to protect myself. 4 years of boxing and now 1 year of Military CQB (which is an incredibly brutal but efficient form of self protection) has definitely left me willing and able to defend myself, however it has also taught me that there is absolutely nothing wrong with turning around and walking away.
If I have a kid that is on the gentle side, I will nurture that in them, train them to avoid the nasty bitches but do my best to train them how to defend themselves so that if they decide to strike back, they win.
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