Wow, I haven't been on these forums in forever (was a constant creeper all through high school).
I don't think about my gyne to much these days but a news article got me thinking about bullying and I decided to write a blog post about my own experience with it.
Bullying: What it is and What it Isn't
A while back a local radio station posted a story on their Facebook page (News Story Here). The gist of the story is that a 14 year old girl who had been bullied since a young age about her appearance, specifically her ears, underwent plastic surgery to correct the problems she had been tormented about.
I proceeded to read the comments that people had left and the overwhelming majority followed the same basic theme; that the parents, the girl, the surgeon and anyone else involved should be ashamed of themselves. In peoples eyes to have surgery is to let the bullies win, and rather than change her appearance her parents should be teaching her have confidence in herself and value whats on the inside. After all, everyone is bullied and most people get through it just fine. And while in some senses all of that is true, in another, more accurate sense its nothing more than useless and utterly ignorant rhetoric. And before I tell you why that is lets take a journey through my high school years to learn what bullying really means.
It was only a few weeks before summer break. Grade 9 was ending, and I was walking down the hall with two friends. My best friend at the time was telling us about how his girlfriend had been making fun of him for having no pectoral muscles, I didn't really care and was hardly paying attention. Then it happened, the beginning of the end. He continued his story "So I said to her, at least I don't have man boobs like Student_Doctor". Now I was paying attention. My heart sank. I of course had realized that my breasts were a bit bigger than they should be for a skinny kid like myself, and the areolas themselves were huge, puffy and obviously visible through most shirts. However this was the first time anyone had said anything to me about any of this. I don't really remember the next couple of weeks. After that there were more comments, I even got into a fight with another "friend" who wouldn't let up one afternoon. But soon the year was done and I knew that by the start of the next year my gynecomastia would be gone (after all every article I could find on it promised me it would).
Only they didn't go away, they only grew a little larger. At least everyone will have forgotten, I kept telling myself. Unfortunately they hadn't, things picked up exactly where they had left off. I stopped hanging out with my former friends and began eating lunch with the few other class loners. The next three years were hell. I was tormented constantly. People would walk by and "honk" my breasts. My nickname was bosoms. Every day all I cared about was not being noticed. I wore sweaters no matter the weather, I slouched constantly (and my posture today doesn't thank me). And maybe it helped, maybe I did get noticed less, but the ridicule didn't stop. After grade 11 I had discovered a forum for people with gynecomastia. Thank God I did because this is the first place I realized that there was a cure, and not the chinese herbal remedy website that claimed a 100% cure rate that I used to leave open on my parents computer hoping they would notice. It was then that I made a move out of desperation. I printed a story I found on the website that mirrored what I was going through and typed up a short letter explaining what I felt and when my mom dropped me off at summer school one day I left it on the seat as I ran off.
I finally got the breast reduction surgery after I graduated high school. It was amazing. Not perfect mind you, my nipples still look a bit weird to this day and the left breast is still a little bigger than the right, but it was amazing. For the first time in years I could wear a t-shirt in public. I could walk into the wind and not have to pull out the bottom of my shirt and hope no one noticed. Unfortunately despite my new chest I remained the same person I was in high school. Every day I went to class and sat alone. Even though the reason I had started to avoid people was gone, the behavior stuck with me. I had literally 1 friend in the world, a relative of mine who I would play video games with, and it stayed this way for the next 3 years. It wasn't until my third year of university that I finally, through a coworker, met a group of people who would eventually become friends. It was also through this group I met the woman I would eventually marry. Despite this group, and my lovely wife I'm still feeling the effects of that bullying.
Here we are almost 8 years out of high school, finishing med school, and I still struggle with severe social anxiety. Finally, thanks to our psychiatry course, I have begun treatment, but nothing will ever truly erase what happened.
Now back to the original story. I of course have no idea what this young lady's experience with bullying was like, but it doesn't really matter, the point is that people who have not experience true bullying have no idea how devastating it is. You cannot ignore it, overcome it through self confidence or any other stupid trite BS saying you want to throw at it. Getting surgery didn't let the bullies win, it let that girl (and myself) win for the first time in a very long time. You really want to deny her that to prove a point. Yeah yeah, the inside matters, but guess what when that inside starts to think that the only escapes are suicide or surgery the time for making points is over. The reason why all that doesn't work is because everyone is not bullied. Someone called you fat once and you ran away crying? That's not bullying. You did something stupid and everyone made fun of you for a few days until it blew over? Guess what, not bullying.
I'm not even sure what my point is or why I felt I had to write this (well other than the fact that its 2am and the buproprion has got me wide awake). Anyways yeah, bullying sucks, stupid rhetoric sucks and nothing pisses me off and breaks my heart more than disrespect towards others.
If anyone cares the blog is called radiculopathic and is on blogger since I can't post links.
Also I know Im not a great writer but let me know what you think. Also any questions I would be happy to answer.