I recently watched the documentary, “Bully”, for the first time (gotta love Netflix) and ended up crying through most of it. As the name suggests, the film features a number of adolescents sharing their experiences as victims of bullying.
My brother killed himself five years ago. A brainy loner, he spent most of his life barely surviving many of the same stressors these kids are forced to deal with on a daily basis — mental and physical harassment from his peers, with zero intervention from the school authorities who were supposed to be protecting him. He was only thirteen years old.
By raising awareness to the lethality of bullying and working to both lessen schoolyard social ostracization and increase the effectiveness of adult intervention, as this film encourages, his death won’t have been in vain.