Wow. It has been an intense past couple days. My mind is still spinning a bit over it and probably will for some time.
I have to say a hearty thank you to all of those that have commented, messaged, emailed etc. giving me your support, e-hugs and advice. At first I was a bit terrified of what the hell was going on but you all made it bearable. If I end up with a few new friends out of this it may have *almost* have been worth it. If nothing else, it’s the definite silver lining in all of this. So again, thank you.
However, the negatives… oh what is positive without a negative to balance life out. The biggest detractors, Emily included, have said (multiple times) that if I didn’t enjoy this drama, I would have just deleted my review and moved on. I would have never made a blog post and I certainly wouldn’t still be talking about it. The horse doth hath been beatenth. Or something like that 😉 I know that I will not turn a single one of you onto my side so to speak but this is my blog and I can write what I want and if I want to defend myself to these claims, so be it.
As a child, I was sexually molested by my older brother. Yeah yeah, that’s beyond bullying I know but hear me out. I was 5 years old and in Kindergarten and my brothers friends watched. They went home and told their parents and the entire small town I was from knew about it. At that age the smallest thing is embarrassing such as forgetting your socks on “Sock Day” at school (yep, I still cringe when I remember this) so imagine this kind of a story getting out and it being all over town. I was humiliated but furthermore, I was teased. I was teased so bad I went home crying almost every day from school. Kids can be so damn cruel sometimes. The bullies had found a ripe story and ran with it and I was blamed for what happened to me and even told I deserved it. Sound familiar? We ended up moving across the town, I changed schools and thankfully the furor died down.
Fast forward a few years to 7th grade. Our schools merged and the kids that I had left behind remembered me – and my past. It all came back with a vengence at a time that I was pretty fragile. My Mom was dying from emphysema and I spent most of my spare time taking care of her. My brother was in the Navy and was still a bone of contention between our parents. My Mom sided with my brother in the “incident” as we called it, my Dad with me. It was to the point my parents were about to divorce but my Mom’s illness was too bad for my Dad to just leaver her, especially without insurance. So, life sucked at the time. Then all of that shit came back up and the bullies, now more experienced and cruel at 13, were beyond awful. I never stood up to them, instead I used all the strength I had just to get through the day to get home and take care of Mom. I can’t begin to tell you though how hard those years were and how much anxiety I still feel looking back at 7th grade.
Over the summer of my 7th grade year, my brother, who if you recall was in the Navy – AND gay, died. The official story we got was that he committed suicide after being outed as gay by his fellow military “brothers” and he was bullied so badly he killed himself. There is a lot of grey area however and to this day I still can’t say for certain if he was murdered by a bunch of assholes or if he really did kill himself because of the assholes but the cause of either scenario is that he died as an end result of being bullied. No matter what he did to me in the past (and trust me, we didn’t get along remotely after the incident) he was still my brother and what happened to him was shameful. You may read that and think “wow” or hell, I’ve even had people ask how I’m still sane after all of that. Instead, the kids I went to school with thought this was a great thing to leap on and again, I endured more bullying teasing me that my brother committed suicide and asked if I made him do it. Again, kids are cruel. Again, I just endured it, not having the strength to battle back. They did finally stop though when my Mom died that Christmas Day. Thank GOD. I guess my life had reached such a sad point that even the bullies didn’t quite know how to turn that one around.
This brings me to now… can you understand why now that I’m “grown up” I don’t tolerate bullies and refuse to let them make me cower? See why I would stand up for someone that is being bullied? I sure as hell didn’t want this drama on my doorstep but I also wasn’t going to stand by and not let my voice be heard regarding what happened.