As a child I was horrible. Well, I can be pretty horrible
now given the wrong circumstances and enough pushing. But as a child I was a
nasty piece of work. Looking back I realise that I bullied anybody weaker or
younger than myself, forcing them to do what I wanted regardless of what they
thought of it. I once made my sister stand with a dart board propped against
her leg while I threw darts at it. I missed and one of the darts stuck into her
leg which, unsurprisingly, made her bleed and cry.
Yes, I was always into malicious mischief, ‘A little sod’ as
my Gran often called me. And I was; I played some horrible tricks on my Gran –
not impish naughtiness, vindictive, nasty, and trouble-making. Of course there
were reasons for this behaviour, which I won’t go into just now, but however
you look at it I was plain bad.
Of course these were the days of ‘a good smack’ and the cane
was still around. Yes, bullying was rife throughout my childhood, at school and
at home. It didn’t take much for one of the bigger boys to set on you, or for
you to get a slap for not understanding your homework on a Sunday evening. I
once had my hand blistered when it was held against a boiling school radiator
for ten minutes by two other boys in gloves (Luke Doyle and Stephen Castle if
you are reading this be ashamed). And of course patience was in short supply at
home. If a sneer or bellow didn’t get you moving, then a slap around the head
would spur you into action.
As I grew older I hid my bullying behind a joke, a jolly
jape to make others laugh. But whichever way you looked at it, it was bullying
pure and simple. I’d even join in with other bullies sometimes – well, there’s
strength in numbers and better to be ‘in’ than ‘out’. At least that’s how it
seemed at the time.
In my early twenties I was still bullying. Not physically,
but with clever words and actions. By this time I was a big boy myself but I
still only picked on people I knew wouldn’t retaliate. They didn’t have to be
smaller than me, just more tolerant or weaker or just plain nicer; although I
bullied the small as well - just how my two step daughters put up with me at
times I’ll never know.
Yes getting my own way was very important to me and
sometimes I really didn’t care how I did it, or what I put others through to
get it.
I don’t remember having a Damascus moment. But gradually as I got
older, gained experience managing people, I began to realise that pushing
doesn’t ever get the best results. Oh, it gets you to where you are going to,
but there are casualties along the way - far better to travel with people than
to drive the train too hard and derail it.
Even so, I’m still a bully inside and sometimes I feel him
trying to get out. Occasionally he escapes and I struggle to force him back in.
Sometimes though, when the need arises, I let him out on purpose.
They say it takes one to know one and I agree. I can spot a
bully at a hundred yards and I’ve spotted plenty in my time. These days, rather
than avoid or ignore them like I used to try to do, I always try to stand up to
them. Luckily I’ve not yet met a bully holding a knife, but I’ve had some hairy
moments. It’s got me into some very hot water at times with bullying bosses,
and recently I found myself being poked in the head by a very angry man half my
age and twice my strength. I just looked him in the eye until he stopped. He
knew I could see the bully in him and he could see the bully in me I think. Don’t
misunderstand me. I’m not brave and I hate pain just as much as the next
person, but bullies make me see red because I know their pathetic games so well.
After all I play them too. So now, rather than back down, I’ll play a bully at his
own game.
You see the only upside of being a bully is that you know
how to bully the bullies back until they stop or just go away. Not a very
forgiving, turn the other cheek, attitude I grant you - but I’d rather get
burnt fighting fire with fire than let a bully get away with it.
I like the photo and the red mask is it you Andy? great image
ReplyDeleteYes it's me a long, long, time ago.
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ReplyDeleteLindsey Messenger on FB.
No you werent horrible...but wellll... i do remember once in grans front room you scareing me and Ian by saying grampies eyes in his photo were moving and watching us!!
They were though. That was a strange picture. I wonder where it is now.
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ReplyDeleteGreat piece Andy. Heartfelt, and well done for accepting some stuff you'd probably rather not and maybe hard to write for you.
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ReplyDeleteWow Andy, I am touched by you sharing a side of you that for some people would rather hide and cover up. I use to often think that there's more to you than what meets the eye.
DeleteAndrew Height Just the truth and if you can't face the truth about yourself what hope is there?
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DeleteIs that you bullying then?
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ReplyDeleteAs someone who was bullied consistently over a great many years, your acceptance of being a bully is strangely familiar. I don't confess to knowing you as well as your other blog contributors, but Ive read your piece a few times now and what leaps out at me is although you acknowledge your own nature and profess to it openly, the only reason you give for it subsiding over the years was a strategic one and not from guilt or shame. The effects of being made to feel bad about yourself or inadequate in the workplace can last a lot longer than the burns from a radiator. Just an observation.
ReplyDeleteIt was a slow waking up actually Margaret, not strategic but a fundamental change in my behaviour based on a recognition of what I was. Guilt and shame are pointless without change, and yes I feel both for many of my actions.
DeleteKevin Burke on FB
ReplyDeletewonderful piece of heartfelt emotion. loved it.