Sticks and Stones…

Paige Thomas


Bullies take on many forms and can be found in all corners of life. When I think of the word “bully” I immediately associate it with a school playground filled with clueless adolescents  who still have a lot to learn.

When I was a school kid I only ever got bullied once, by a close-knit group of girls who I once called friends. One of those girls (I’ll call her Lucy) made a sexual move on me during a sleepover at her house. I was twelve at the time. There’s no need for me to go into detail, but needless to say, I kindly rejected her advances. I had no idea she liked girls (that way) and I suspect none of our friends did either. At no point was I nasty to her, nor did I show any type of disgust. Why would I? She was my friend. No, I…

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