You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which
you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I
lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.
Eleanor Roosevelt
Eleanor Roosevelt
Since
his birth, my youngest son, JBear has been the picture of love. He can make you
smile on your darkest days. No matter how angry he gets or how frustrated with
someone, he is the first to rush to apology.
For him, it is not about who did wrong but about preserving the
relationship. He is smiling and
happy. He is quick to offer help to
those around him. He is even quicker to offer his praise and thanks to people
for their actions. I have often envied these traits. Every day he teaches me the meaning of love.
He is
by appearance this incredibly tall, thin young man that looks a bit on the
geeky side. He chatters incessantly, is
constantly inquisitive, and like most teenagers has the kid slang down to a
tee. He has a bit of a pronunciation
problem when he speaks too fast for instance Kyrie (his sister) is Kywi just so
you understand her name is actually articulated as eerie with a K. He is extraordinarily personable and can
strike up a conversation with anyone at any time.
There is also another undeniable
truth about Jbear. He is essentially labeled
as handicapped. He has severe learning
disabilities. He has extreme Attention
Deficit Disorder (the scans say about 99%).
He has auditory processing disorder.
Just in case that was not enough, he has memory recall disabilities. He was
in enclosed classrooms eight-seven percent of this day throughout grade school
and middle school. In Junior high school,
he was put into a regular class schedule with special circumstances. In high
school, he has continued this type of routine.
Often his classes are smaller and contain mostly other learning impaired
kids.
Due to his disabilities, he is now and always
has been a huge target for bullies. Ridicule about his size. Being six foot five inches tall and one
hundred twenty-five pounds makes you stand out in the crowd. Obviously, his disabilities and capabilities
add to this. The poor kid might as well
have a neon flashing sign on his back that says bully me. An unfortunate truth is that kids are
cruel. Try as I might though to save him
and protect him, I cannot keep the world from injuring him. We talk all the time about letting things go
and not listening but his innocent heart and mind, he cannot imagine
intentionally hurting someone else so he cannot fathom why they behave that way
toward him.
I have been doing some investigation work and
I want to provide you with some staggering statistics. According To The Bureau Of Justice School
Bullying and Cyberbullying statistics Study:
§ 1
out of 4 kids are Bullied.
§ 77%
of students are bullied mentally, verbally, & physically. Cyberbullying
statistics are rapidly approaching similar numbers, with 43% experiencing
cyberbullying.
§ Of
the 77% of students that said they had been bullied, 14% of those who were
bullied said they experienced severe (bad) reactions to the abuse.
§ 1
in 5 students admit to being a bully, or doing some "Bullying."
§ Each
day 160,000 students miss school for fear of being bullied.
§ 43%
of kids fear harassment in the bathroom at school.
§ Playground school bullying
statistics - Every 7 minutes a child is bullied. Adult intervention - 4%. Peer
intervention - 11%. No intervention - 85%.
I have tried to process what that
means to me. I feel so many mixed emotions about these statistics. It raises so many more questions for me than
answers. The first being that as adults,
are we the precipitating factor in the encouragement of bullying? Are we
failing to educate in our children that while you have the right to stand up
for yourself and your causes with respect for others? Or truly are we teaching them it does not
matter if others are hurt by our words and actions as long as we are validated
in our actions? Peaceful protesting has
given way to hate. I do not think today’s causes are any less volatile than
those to the generations before us but I do feel that the notion of freedom of
speech has taken on a disparaging tone. I
find it harder and harder to forgive those trespasses.
I often write pieces with the theme
that words matter but I think it is so much more than that, PARENTING
MATTERS. In our fast paced, fast food
society, we have a responsibility to not only talk to our children about
boundaries and respect but as parents we have live the example. If we as adults speak to our children with
hate or our children are allowed to be party to our hate oriented activities,
they will glean from us that hate and bullying are acceptable behaviors. As responsible parents, it is our duty to
talk to our children about healthy responses to negative stimuli. It is our duty to ask them about their environments
and friends.
Talk to your children about
bullying. Ask them, if they have been bullied at school or online. Talk them about the actions and words they
use to see if they are aware that something they have done could be considered
bullying. The best offense to the fight
against bullying begins at home. It is our responsibility to teach our children
decent human values. If you think your
child is a bully, seek appropriate help from a counselor. If you believe that you are in a relationship
with an adult bully and it could be affecting your home life, then please, act responsibly
no matter how fearful you are and seek help.
NEVERTHELESS, PLEASE, WAKE UP AND TAKE A STAND, OUR CHILDREN ARE THE
ONES THAT PAY. HELP MAKE THE WORLD
BETTER, TALK TO THEM, AND TEACH THEM, IT IS THE RESPONSIBLE THING TO DO. No Child should fear going to school to learn. Every child should feel protected by the adults in charge. Make a difference.
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