So, that wearing purple thing
Oct. 21st, 2010 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wispfoxWhich I apparently managed to entirely miss. (see http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/7081783-spirit-day-wear-purple-on-october-20-2010 if you did, too)
I'm really cynical about campaigns to wear a certain color on a certain day. It feels like it's too easy for people to feel like they did their part and not do more.
Now, I will note that I have no useful idea of what I can personally do about bullying. So I can absolutely see the temptation to do that rather than to do nothing at all.
However, instead, I will link to Single Dad Laughing.
And I will note that I was lucky in the minimal amount of bullying I endured. I suspect many factors in this. One, I was ridiculously oblivious, as well as not able to interpret body language until late high school. Two, I went to mostly small, private schools. Three, I am one of 6 kids, at least one of whom almost certainly protected me more than I was aware at the time when we went to the same school. Even with all this, I still got bullied, simply because I was so different. And I didn't talk to anyone about it, since I had no idea that it was unusual enough to merit comment. I was certainly trusting enough that I would have, if, as with many other things, I knew that it was something that needed mentioning.
Took me until college to start to believe that people who told me that they were interested in dating me actually meant it and weren't being mean. I still recall finding out much later that someone who had left me a signed note in high school was seriously interested, and it was not either one of my roommates leaving a note or yet one more person being mean to me. *sigh* I feel really bad for the person, too, because it's not as if it's easy to leave a signed note. Of course, I have no idea that I would have been able to identify him in order to talk to him, between face blindness and him being one of two identical twins.
I don't know what I can personally do to help with the problem of bullying. I don't interact with children very much, other than those I am related to. And even then, it's not often. I feel like writing about it here is better than nothing, but not much better. And it's too easy to believe that having written this post is enough, that I don't need to do more. I do. We do. I just don't know what.
I'm really cynical about campaigns to wear a certain color on a certain day. It feels like it's too easy for people to feel like they did their part and not do more.
Now, I will note that I have no useful idea of what I can personally do about bullying. So I can absolutely see the temptation to do that rather than to do nothing at all.
However, instead, I will link to Single Dad Laughing.
And I will note that I was lucky in the minimal amount of bullying I endured. I suspect many factors in this. One, I was ridiculously oblivious, as well as not able to interpret body language until late high school. Two, I went to mostly small, private schools. Three, I am one of 6 kids, at least one of whom almost certainly protected me more than I was aware at the time when we went to the same school. Even with all this, I still got bullied, simply because I was so different. And I didn't talk to anyone about it, since I had no idea that it was unusual enough to merit comment. I was certainly trusting enough that I would have, if, as with many other things, I knew that it was something that needed mentioning.
Took me until college to start to believe that people who told me that they were interested in dating me actually meant it and weren't being mean. I still recall finding out much later that someone who had left me a signed note in high school was seriously interested, and it was not either one of my roommates leaving a note or yet one more person being mean to me. *sigh* I feel really bad for the person, too, because it's not as if it's easy to leave a signed note. Of course, I have no idea that I would have been able to identify him in order to talk to him, between face blindness and him being one of two identical twins.
I don't know what I can personally do to help with the problem of bullying. I don't interact with children very much, other than those I am related to. And even then, it's not often. I feel like writing about it here is better than nothing, but not much better. And it's too easy to believe that having written this post is enough, that I don't need to do more. I do. We do. I just don't know what.
