I read this article on bullying last week. The journalist called for people affected, both the bullied and the bullies, to be part of a documentary series by the ABC. I have emailed the journalist and applied to be part of this documentary.
My story is quite different from the average norm of girl-on-girl bullying. My story enters the realm of same-sex sexual assault. Not something I hear a lot about. Today it would make news headlines, if not the international news but back in 1975 it barely caused a ripple because I was so ashamed and guilt-filled by what happened I could not bring myself to tell another adult. My parents had decided it was my fault and punished me for it.
Thirty six years on it’s difficult to describe without it triggering off a harrowing reaction from me. Female bullying is usually something underground and subtle with snotty putdowns and social isolation, something if you were to describe what was going on and how you felt, you would be met with quizzical cynicism because each incident on its own could easily be explained away but add them all up and you’re looking at eating disorders and suicide ideation.