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classic33

Leg End Member
I was only the second shortest among the boys, but that doesn't help when you have Rugby, which in our school was a legalised form of bullying. Oh sure, there are 'positions' for short people, but that depends on the other 30 people understanding the concept of "team".

I also moved from a town called Knutsford, just south of Manchester, to a town in the west Midlands. Knutsford was a strange place, it was near the HQ of a major bank, so it was like a colony of stockbrokers in the north west; I went to school with kids who spoke like the queen, which doesn't help when you're later transported into a West Midland industrial town.

Having SPS didn't help, particularly as I didn't know what that was. It has been suggested that a lot of what I experienced as "Bullying" was really the general rough and tumble of school life and I was unable to deal with it because of my sensitivity, but that's still no excuse.
No excuse, then or now. Next person who says it was your fault, it's a "Ned Kelly" for them.
 

Lullabelle

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Right i ave done a few jobs.So that's it for today.Best news is we don't have damp on the wall.It is just a bloom covering because the air vent is under a display cabinet.I took it off and put a torch under the floor boards.No damp no smells as such.I cannot resite it as it would mean cutting a little bit out of a joist,no way.So it is staying where it is.All is good.Sunday our Arbour is being delivered and erected,i start again on Monday.Extra mundane news Mrs P is now retired she left the Local Sainsbugs this morning after her shift finished.SHE IS GOING TO BE MISSED.She did more than she should have.

Cheers Mrs P, hope you both enjoy a long and happy retirement :cheers:
 
No excuse, then or now. Next person who says it was your fault, it's a "Ned Kelly" for them.

I think being highly sensitive certainly affected my perception, and it is possibly unfair to expect teachers and other pupils to understand something that hadn't been identified properly at the time. I didn't know what it was myself so couldn't adequately explain it either, but there is no excuse for the casual unkindness, nor the lack of empathy and understanding from people who were supposed to have been trained to spot problems and deal with them.
 
Watched a dollop of rugby this morning, then footled about with the mower for a bit - the garden looks a lot tidier. And I swear it cuts better and neater since I rebuilt the deck.

Had a nice lunch - smoked turkey and gruyere sandwich (wholemeal bread), two :cuppa: and a lovely ripe pear. :hungry:

Now just doing not a lot while listening to the football on the radio. I shall wash my hair in a bit though. And later I'm going yellow stickering in Tesco.
 
...but there is no excuse for the casual unkindness, nor the lack of empathy and understanding from people who were supposed to have been trained to spot problems and deal with them.

^^^ this, in spades.

And you would think that at a fee-paying (single sex) public school, that kind of support would be better. To be fair, I think in retrospect, I probably would have had a better time of it at a co-ed school, where at least I might have had some classmates with similar interests. Which would have made me stick out less like a sore thumb.

I mean, when you have to force yourself to watch Neighbours so that you've got *something* to try and talk about with your classmates, you know you're in deep doodoo... :sad:

It was only when I went to uni in '93 - Brunel, to read, first, Foundations of Engineering, then Mechanical Engineering with Automotive Design - that I found out that I wasn't the odd one out, that there were loads of like-minded people out there. Plus, most of us were broke, so not being able to afford stuff wasn't the issue it had been while at school.

And when anyone wanted to know something about motor racing, I was the one they came to... :blush: It truly was such a refreshing step-change.

Of course, I still had the problems at home, but once I got my confidence back, it became easier to deal with.
 
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I was only the second shortest among the boys, but that doesn't help when you have Rugby, which in our school was a legalised form of bullying. Oh sure, there are 'positions' for short people, but that depends on the other 30 people understanding the concept of "team".

I also moved from a town called Knutsford, just south of Manchester, to a town in the west Midlands. Knutsford was a strange place, it was near the HQ of a major bank, so it was like a colony of stockbrokers in the north west; I went to school with kids who spoke like the queen, which doesn't help when you're later transported into a West Midland industrial town.

Having SPS didn't help, particularly as I didn't know what that was. It has been suggested that a lot of what I experienced as "Bullying" was really the general rough and tumble of school life and I was unable to deal with it because of my sensitivity, but that's still no excuse.

I'd never heard of SPS, I went to school in the late 1950's early 1960's and most of the things about kids they know about today they weren't aware of.
 
Anyways, time to grab a snackette, put some proper clothes on and tootle off to Tesco to go yellow stickering.
 

classic33

Leg End Member
^^^ this, in spades.

And you would think that at a fee-paying (single sex) public school, that kind of support would be better. To be fair, I think in retrospect, I probably would have had a better time of it at a co-ed school, where at least I might have had some classmates with similar interests. Which would have made me stick out less like a sore thumb.

I mean, when you have to force yourself to watch Neighbours so that you've got *something* to try and talk about with your classmates, you know you're in deep doodoo... :sad:

It was only when I went to uni in '93 - Brunel, to read, first, Foundations of Engineering, then Mechanical Engineering with Automotive Design - that I found out that I wasn't the odd one out, that there were loads of like-minded people out there. Plus, most of us were broke, so not being able to afford stuff wasn't the issue it had been while at school.

And when anyone wanted to know something about motor racing, I was the one they came to... :blush: It truly was such a refreshing step-change.

Of course, I still had the problems at home, but once I got my confidence back, it became easier to deal with.
That's a cruel and inhuman torture.
 
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