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About Me

One day, at age 11, my friends ceased talking to me.

No argument. No fight. No warning.

One day I ceased to exist.

I wrote about this a while back, stunned by the response and the tales of “That happened to me too.”

I thought I was the only one.

At one point, I despaired. I thought of suicide.

My mother’s love was too strong – it tethered me to this world.

I survived.

I reached high school, met people in other grades, and thrived.

I never let anyone bully me or make me feel worthless again.

I got married.

I have two children who fill my life with chaos, and love.

Life is good.

But at 11 and isolated,I thought the world ended.

I created this blog to let others know they aren’t alone.

Being bullied is survivable.

In fact, it often makes us stronger.

I am.

You can read the crazy chaos that is my current life over at Dances with Chaos.

I also write memoir and fiction at Writing with Chaos.

Because the one thing I will always be grateful to the Mean Girls for, is showing me what an outlet writing is.

Discussion

5 thoughts on “About Me

  1. I can’t stand bullying. Too many kids are getting hurt and too many people are watching without doing anything. I remember sometimes even the teachers just standing by pretending not to notice. You can bet I’m going to be one of those moms that makes a giant STINK if my kid is ever bullied. And if my kid is the bully…she’s in big trouble!

    Posted by Rach (DonutsMama) | June 5, 2011, 2:08 AM
    • It is so hard to catch this if teachers don’t pay attention or don’t do anything. School (and now possibly cyberspace) is where most of it takes place.

      I know when I went through it, I never talked to my mother about it. I loved her and knew she loved me no matter what, but I just couldn’t share it with her.

      She knew something was going on. Most of my friends no longer came over. I was upset, I’d scream or cry.

      I’m sure she blamed hormones for part of it.

      The key was she made it clear she was there if I ever wanted to talk. She let me know of her love, which during the low points when I wondered why I bothered to continue to live, I knew she was a reason.

      It’s scary. It’s why I wanted a place of support.

      Even if it only helps one person.

      It does get better. You are not alone.

      Posted by Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos | June 10, 2011, 8:20 PM
  2. This is great. So many of us have been bullied by others. So often, I feel it goes unnoticed or is overlooked. My 6 year old son had to deal with it for a good part of his kindergarten year and it infuriated me and broke my heart at the same time. I love that you have created a place of support for those of us who have gone through it.

    Posted by Melanie | June 11, 2011, 11:27 PM
  3. Busy lady! Great idea. Really wonderful. I know it will be a great source of comfort for many! You rock. 🙂

    Posted by Annie | June 14, 2011, 9:09 AM
  4. Great blog! I was bullied to some extent but nothing too horrendous. My husband went two years without friends in junior high and was bullied daily. He is an unbelievably kind human being today — empathetic, outgoing, positive to an extreme, and perhaps the most amazing husband in the universe. As much as I’d love to retroactively punch his childhood bullies in the groin, I thank God for them. I know somehow these adversities made him into the extraordinary person he is today.

    Posted by Angie Z. | July 28, 2012, 6:13 PM

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