There is a saying I say to myself to help me, “Never let any one be a prisoner of you, always be yourself, and ignore those who don’t care to embrace you.”
The problem with society is a person who lives in an area where every body around them is different than who they are, are going to be bullied. It not only is a problem with disability, it also begins with any kind of difference. One such bullying event in history was the Holocaust in Nazi Germany. As we remember what the Nazi’s did to anyone who was not like them, this should also make us understand bullying inhibits are growth. We remember the hurt, the pain, and suffering of those who were different than the Nazi’s. Part of who was different than the Nazi’s, were my faithful Jewish people living in Eastern Europe at the time. However, any one who did not conform to the Aryan race, was murdered in concentration camps. They murdered millions of Jewish people. However they also murdered many homosexuals, gypsies, people with physical or mental disabilities, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and some others who protected these people. Nazi Germany lead by Adolf Hitler was the biggest and most destructive bullying event in history. Unfortunately, other forms of bullying still goes on today. When is it going to stop?
We need to move past the labeling, classifying, and judging of people. Finally emerging to embrace our Human identity for everything that we are. Being a victim of bullying only inhibits us from growing to be a person. A lot of victims of bullying try to be a bully to other people who they meet. It’s contagious! However some people know how to just live their lives even after a bullying event. Unfortunately bullying another person is ineffective in building a true connection with another Human being. You may curse, scream, yell, cry, or isolate yourself; but, you can’t block it out of your existence. Instead we have to fight it, stand up for who we are, and believe in ourselves. No body can take our humanity away. It’s time to learn, take a deep breath, and enjoy who comes in to our lives to be a friend.
Here is a poem I just wrote:
A Boiling Pot Spills on the Floor,
Melting away in a pot of boiling water,
I begin to shatter with a casual falter.
Suddenly I see my parts
all over the steam floating
just about anywhere.
My eyes watch my thoughts
and my personal identity
spill over to the floor.
Someone walks by to check the pot
and steps right on my parts like
My eyes in the pot wince
with pain as though
a person has hurt my dignity.
The person looking in the pot
screams with sudden excitement like
he had seen a ghost.
Another walks right by to see
what is by
the screaming person, who
replies “I have never seen anything like it”
The other person says “What?”
the reply was “I just saw eyes
staring with pain inside this pot.”
As the two people look inside the pot,
they watch two eyeballs staring at them
with immense pain.
The pot screams out a rumbling boil of water
and the two people try running away
fearful for their lives,
but stopped dead in their tracks
when they saw a smiling person emerge
from the background of the pot.
A dignified, happy person emerged
to say “Be happy, be kind, be thoughtful,
be the person you were meant to be,
and never step on dignity again.”
And so the two people look up and smile back.
(I hope you enjoyed reading latest post and my Slice of life on Thinking Person’s Guide to Autism !! Have a wonderful weekend!!
I enjoyed your posts. As a teacher of students on the spectrum, I can sympathize with various struggles you may encounter. I found it remarkable that you are not only expressing yourself but using your creativity in an awesome way! Keep it up!
It will make life miserable. I’m a mother and I don’t want my children to experience this bullying that’s why I provided them safety application from safetrec that helps prevent bullying. This application is a life saving tool that works on mobile phones. It can easily get help in times of real emergency. For further information about this application, just visit their website at: http://safetrec.com