A natural introvert, I was often the target of teasing that bordered on bullying. No wait–it wasn’t just “borderline”; it fit the bill. After all, bullying encompasses harassment, in a distinct and repeated pattern, and that’s what I faced every day for about ten years, give or take.An introvert is often an easy target; the bullies assume (correctly, in my case) that I won’t fight back.
The entire class had already witnessed the fact that I was an inadvertent screw-up, the one who was always in trouble, not because I went out of my way to cause it on purpose, but because everyone else came with a set of instructions I was expected to be familiar with, but wasn’t.
And thus, everyone knew that in the early years, a teacher could provide me no cover. No love lost, no sympathy gained.
And so, I was alone with the teasing and…
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