What is an effective way to stop bullying?
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What are effective ways to stop bullying? I've wondered this for many years now. If you tell the school they might not take actions, parents might cause more harm, standing up for yourself gets you in trouble with the school...so what is effective? If you were bullied what worked for you?
I told the principal and all and she spoke to them but they still made fun of me. I told my mother too.
I left that school. I am in the process of forgiving the people but I can't forget. And sadly I don't know an effiective way to stop bullying because I was bullied and I wanted it to stop but it didn't. Now I am in a different school and faring much better.
Another time, though, I came home to hear him tell me another kid popped him in the nose, so I taught him how to make a fist, held up my hands and asked him "Is this about where that kid's head is?" and then showed him how to give a proper pop in the nose himself. He said he didn't want to get in trouble in school. I said "don't worry about it - the worst that will happen is you'll get suspended a few days...we'll spend it at Disneyland. I don't even put my hands on you, and I'm your mother, so don't let this kid put his hands on you, either."
My mother had a good policy with me when I was growing up. She knew we were all very small (her, me, my sister - practically every woman in my family has been, going back generations - really, very TINY), and what it was like to be bullied for that and also because she was more ethnic, and grew up in a predominantly white and affluent area. Here's what she told me...
If I got in a fight at school, she better not find I started it, or when I got home, she'd "kick my a**"
If I got in a fight at school and didn't start it, but didn't give my best to give as good as I got and end it, when I got home, she'd "kick my a**"
I was not only small and delicate-framed, but also grew up in a neighborhood mostly of boys...but the few girls around were kind of bullies and "butch" too.
I took a more creative approach with the girls - if they tried to start a fight with me, I'd keep them off me, get them face down on the ground, and sit on their shoulders until they ran out of steam. I'd tell them, "Are you going to stop, because I don't want to h...
My mother had a good policy with me when I was growing up. She knew we were all very small (her, me, my sister - practically every woman in my family has been, going back generations - really, very TINY), and what it was like to be bullied for that and also because she was more ethnic, and grew up in a predominantly white and affluent area. Here's what she told me...
If I got in a fight at school, she better not find I started it, or when I got home, she'd "kick my a**"
If I got in a fight at school and didn't start it, but didn't give my best to give as good as I got and end it, when I got home, she'd "kick my a**"
I was not only small and delicate-framed, but also grew up in a neighborhood mostly of boys...but the few girls around were kind of bullies and "butch" too.
I took a more creative approach with the girls - if they tried to start a fight with me, I'd keep them off me, get them face down on the ground, and sit on their shoulders until they ran out of steam. I'd tell them, "Are you going to stop, because I don't want to hit you."
If the boys would hit me, it was go time. I wouldn't hesitate to pop them in the nose.
I also lived in Miami, Florida, for a time, and a girl "gang-banger" jumped me in the cafeteria once. I took a couple good punches, managed to keep her off me otherwise, and remained upright - and not one person in that whole room of 300 people could say I hit her back (but they never messed with me after it, either, that's for sure). Because of this, she was expelled, and I wasn't.
Doing things that way kept me from getting suspended or expelled right along with them when they started, more times than I could count and always only once at each school (we moved a lot), didn't violate my personal code of ethics, and still kept my mother from worrying...lol.
(My grandpa also took me to the shooting range with him, starting at age 13, and I'm a crack shot at pistols.)
My great-aunt tells me she used to keep a sack of rocks with her to and from school, and wouldn't hesitate to use it if someone started something with her. She's about 80 now, still goes on walks and was telling me about a barking bully breed dog on her path behind a short fence. Well, Auntie carries an iron rod with her when she walks, for safety, and this dog starts barking at her, really wanting to get past the fence. She takes one look at the dog and says, "Don't you even think about it - I'll bust your jaw right off." She has also been stopped by the police, asking her what she's got that iron rod in her hand for - she tells them, they laugh, and let her go on her merry way. And you know, otherwise, she really is the sweetest, most caring and understanding, wonderful person...lol.
I threw water on my sister one time when I was about 7 or 8 and said I wanted to see if she'd melt, because she had been being mean to me. She dragged me through the house and essentially "tarred and feathered" me with anything she could find. In the kitchen, vegetable oil and flour in my hair. In the bathroom, vaseline and baby powder on most of the rest of me. Then on to the garage...turtle wax on my legs.
That girl, my sister, was meaner than any boy could ever be.
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was fighting a bully....
get a small camera, video tape the buggers and then when all else fails...sue the school
his ego was huge
it was through the presence of my older brother being there for me when he came around that enabled me to stand up
they should make anti bullying clubs in schools