But pretending that I don't understand high school bullying is stupid and kinda makes me angry.
Tom
You just claimed that adults never participated in bullying students at your school, because your school was "better" than mine. If that's true,
I'm not the one who grew up in an ivory tower. Or if I was, ivory towers suck. I came pretty close to being killed by a gang of fellow students at the age of twelve, and that wasn't because I was gay, I was just "weird" and my parents were from out of town. Broken rib, internal bleeding. Are little kid bones the "ivory"?
Your point is well taken. It’s been some years since I had a kid in high school and I had allowed myself to forgets lot of stuff. Mostly, I’ve been thinking about women and girls who have been abused and assaulted, and not from the perspective of kids in school today. I’m really sorry for the insensitivity
. One of my kids was almost drowned in the school pool by another kid. A group of boys attempted to push him into oncoming traffic. The school denied that this happened but the usual gym teacher who had been out that day called to profusely apologize and to assure me that substitute teacher who inadequately supervised the class would never work in the district again. A different boy threatened to set his locker—and him on fire. The school refused to take action but encouraged me to file a police report. In the end, we talked to the police and decided not to take it to court. I’ve wrestled with that decision since. This is, as I’ve mentioned, a fairly small town. I knew some of the kids involved. The leader of the kids who attempted to my kid into oncoming traffic had been abused by his father for years—the father was actually convicted of the abuse in a town where the police refused to even look into a neighbor reporting ‘parents’ bouncing their 18 month old off of the walls of the house. The leader of that gang ended up doing serious time for a variety of issues including attempted murder. The firebug had serious mental health issues but I’m unaware of abuse.
My son grew about 8 inches and punched one of his bullies back, earning a 3 day suspension—but that was the last time someone punched him.
Yeah, I saw some pretty jerky parents and some pretty jerky incompetent teachers. Honestly, I’d blocked a lot of the ugly stuff.
I could write a lot about sexism girls of my era faced and racism was a huge issue. Sexuality? Not so much. To me, a heterosexual bookish girl.
I grew up in an era and location where few if any gay people were out. I was only vaguely aware of what that entailed. The only ‘trans’ that was ever talked about was vague references to transvestites. Which seemed strange to me because I could not understand why anyone would wear a dress unless compelled to do so, much less hair rollers and make up.
Nonetheless, several of my classmates were gay and on some level I knew. We all knew. Some were friends, but it wasn’t talked about, except as an insult and I did not want to hear any insults about my friends. I’m not certain that most of them knew at the time that they were gay. One friend is a woman who married another woman but does not see herself as gay.
And then I went to college and I was no longer forced to view everything from behind the small town filters and the world opened up to me. No, I’m not gay or even bi-curious but it made sense to me. Not the anti-gay bias—that was abhorrent but did not seem to be very prevalent on my liberal campus. I was friends with a variety of people of different backgrounds and beliefs and sexual orientations. Mostly people talked about issues with being accepted by family, not hassles in high school.
Yeah, I know I lived in my own bubble.
He was referring to high school age kids.
And their adult parents and teachers.
Were they bullying kids?
Maybe so, I went to better schools than that.
Tom
Maybe you weren't trans.
Or out.
FU
I wasn't out because I was terrified of the other teens I couldn't avoid.
The high school ones. Also because of my family and myself.
People like you and Poli are why I was in the closet until my late 20s.
My conservative depression baby Catholic mother kept trying to tell me that she loved me no matter what. She did her best!
It was a struggle.
Tom
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude or derisive. I do understand why you were not out and maybe did not even understand exactly what was going on with your own self. Not a criticism at all.
I’m older than you but not that much. I understand the era and the area. A number of my high school friends were gay but at that time: not out, perhaps not even to themselves. A couple of the girls dated guys in high school. And after. One guy was unmistakeable gay and sadly enough, his life was rough enough that wasn’t even his biggest problem by a long shot. Gay was an insult in my high school, in my day.
I only made that remark because you suggested you went to a better school but honestly, you were dealing with exactly what the queer kids in my high school and Politesse’s high school and high schools all over were dealing with. Quality of school had nothing to do with it. Lots of ignorance and bigotry and insecurity and Christian fundamentalism. There was a huge PTL ( praise the lord) group in my high school and a couple of my friends who turned out to be gay were a huge part of that. One even went to a Bible college ( which killed me: she’s so bright and creative and my ( narrow minded) opinion was that Bible college was for people who could not get into ‘real’ college. )
I remember someone telling me that one of my friends was gay ( yes, she was but not at all out and dated guys) and I was furious because gay was a huge insult and there was nothing wrong with my friend. And there wasn’t and isn’t. She’s great. One of the smartest, kindest most talented people I’ve ever known. I only had the vaguest idea of what gay was and only knew that it was an insult and you did not insult my friends.
To tell the truth, my focus in high school was dealing with family shit and mostly getting into college, which necessitated earning an academic scholarship big enough to let me attend. Sex, sexuality, gay, straight: not very much on my radar at all, except in some unfortunate circumstances when I had to deal with it. My attention was elsewhere, not on the dating scene. Usually nose in book unless I was in a boat or in the woods or drawing or cleaning something. Plus friends and family. For myself, I avoided dating fir a couple of reasons but a major reason was that my observation was that boys held you back.