My Personal Experience With Bullying

If you don’t already know, October is National Bullying Month. It is a time where much focus is on creating awareness about the implications surrounding bullying, how to recognize and prevent it, but most importantly, how to overcome being a victim. Bullying has had a personal impact on my life, and I want to share my story with all of you. Maya Angelou understood it best when she said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.” So, put on your seatbelts because we are going to travel back to the mid 1990’s, when I was in the 6th grade. This was a hard time for me because at school, I absolutely had no friends and felt isolated by my peers. Particularly, there were a group of girls, which seemed as though their main mission each day was to make my life as miserable as they could. I dreaded going to school, and could not wait for the year to be over. With that said, at the end of the year, I switched schools and never looked back.
Fast forward to 2013; 19 years later. I had not talked to any of my former classmates from that school, and had no expectation of ever doing so. But, you see, that is the funny thing about life, it can be unpredictable and rarely do things happen as you expect. I can attest to this first hand because at the end of 2013, life threw me another curve ball. One day when checking my email, I was surprised by a particular sender. In fact, I had to scroll over his name several times before opening the message to make sure that I was hearing my screen reader correctly.
After opening the message, it was indeed who I thought it was; a male classmate from my 6th grade class. To say the least; my mouth flung open and I entered into a complete state of disbelief. In the message, he apologized for not being all that nice to me when we were younger. In addition, he offered some words of encouragement by talking about how strong of a person I am. The email was such a kind gesture and it meant a lot to me. I feel it was commendable for him to take the time to reach out to me, and it shows what a considerate adult he has grown up to be. Of course I accepted his apology, and now I have a pleasant ending to a chapter in my life that I had once closed. Speaking for my 11 and 32 year old self, I want to thank him again for contacting me!

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