That is an awful story, Germans. I think I understand your fear of pity- is it that being the object of pity puts you in the position of being a permanent victim of the abuse?
I pity the small child you were (it should go without saying that you deserved far better), but I have a lot of respect for how it appears you have dealt/are dealing with it as an adult.
My parents never hit me, but they neglected me, and I was bullied terribly at school until about 5th grade. The other girls didn't hit me, but their words cut me deeply- I think I might have preferred a punch. I was a weird, lonely kid with no one to turn to about it, and very depressed for years until my first real friend helped me gain some social and emotional intelligence and that, along with a change of school, ended the bullying.
Sometimes I think we should send our tween girls to the battlefield instead of young men- they would make the enemy feel so bad about themselves that the war would end with weeping enemy soldiers who forever after would feel fat, ugly, dumb, and unlovable.
I pity the small child you were (it should go without saying that you deserved far better), but I have a lot of respect for how it appears you have dealt/are dealing with it as an adult.
My parents never hit me, but they neglected me, and I was bullied terribly at school until about 5th grade. The other girls didn't hit me, but their words cut me deeply- I think I might have preferred a punch. I was a weird, lonely kid with no one to turn to about it, and very depressed for years until my first real friend helped me gain some social and emotional intelligence and that, along with a change of school, ended the bullying.
Sometimes I think we should send our tween girls to the battlefield instead of young men- they would make the enemy feel so bad about themselves that the war would end with weeping enemy soldiers who forever after would feel fat, ugly, dumb, and unlovable.
