Today I wanted to tell you an anecdote and open it to a reflection on a sensitive issue in all societies, in a certain way a cancer in today's society. We'll talk about Bulliying.

First of all, we must know by definition what Bulliying is. Bullying is physical or psychological abuse that subjects a person or group of these to an individual, in the case of school being classmates to a student. However, this trend goes beyond that being classified in the academic environment in children, is present in all environments of society as we know it; at work, the university, when we are shopping and even when we are in family.

Currently there is a reality linked to my country and many others, which is the issue of emigrating, leaving your country and facing a new world where you are a simple stranger to all and this generates even more this type of practices, however , this topic we will touch later in this same publication.

Well, entering into this environment, I proceed to tell you my story:

For a long time this situation, I was in school, I would have been 10 or 11 years old, I remember that I was in 6th grade. I was a boy common for the age, I did not think me superior, nor now. What it is that there was a detail, had the best ratings of the section for 2 years in a row. It was a pride for my mother that she was totally happy to have her son in the honor rolls and receiving merits for her academic skills. I, I saw something more normal, I just thought that I had to do well in my studies and try to make my mom happy; and that besides that, people, my friends and colleagues were also happy about that.

The fact is that it was not that way. Instead, now I see it and many of those that I recognized as my friends, even my "best friend" were not very happy about that, they were envious. The fact is that as they developed more disagreement attitudes, because we were growing, they made it noticeable. First they started calling me "subdued", because I did not go out much, my friends were them, but I was shy and I was a bit afraid of the street, I felt overwhelmed. So the psychological work started there. "Subjected" came and went, left many to talk to me as always.

This happened a while, until one day, what I recognize as the leader of the pack, decided to start hitting me, precisely to push me whenever I could. At recess, in physical education classes, when I could make it clear that "he" was superior, I did it. As is classic in any society, the actions are imitated and more if they come from a copy that is considered a "model", "leader" or "group head", with what others also began to do the same. They made fun of me and assaulted me.

I understood little of these situations within myself, I only understood "that I was doing something wrong and that's why my friends got away from me", so I tried to change something that I did not know what. The fact is that I tried to talk more like them, to look like the group to know if that was why it did not fit.

So 7th grade arrived, full of doubts and fears. Glad to stay the first in the class, happy because my mom was happy, but with a certain dose of adrenaline. As expected, the aggressions continued and increased in level.

We were already teenagers. The insults were accompanied by hatred. The supposed "leader" wanted to impose on the group what he thought was "fun" that was making fun of me, until one day he started attacking me with blows.

For those vacations (before entering 7th) my mom had noticed a strange situation, she realized that she did not want to go to school but that my grades were the same. I saw that he arrived very dirty and sometimes with bruises, so he talked to me about the subject and he also came up with the idea of joining Karate-Do classes. This did not know the "leader" that I tell them, so when in that situation began to attack me with blows, I responded.

Now that I think about it, it's funny and stupid. We fight in front of the school management. Of course, the representatives quoted us and expelled us for the rest of the week. Do you want to know who won? It's not very important, it's just a boys' fight. But I won. 😊 It was a kind of personal victory.

This led to the cessation of attacks on me. They had respect for me, which is why they began to accept me more. Everything was little by little, nothing from night to morning, but it was a turning point. At that time, my grades went down a bit, obviously, it was not just physical aggression, it was psychological aggression, however, I was able to overcome it "in my own way" and continue being the best average that year as well.