A couple of years out of high school, I found myself. I decided I wasn't ugly and unloveable. Just because I was quiet and didn't have much to say verbally. I was still a valuable person. I blossomed.
I never again allowed anyone to bully me like they had done to me. I found my voice and wasn't afraid to use it if I had to. All this came just in time. 5 years after high school is when I gave birth to my firstborn son, Michael who had a rare bone dysplasia that resulted in severe dwarfism.
*October is also Dwarfism Awareness Month.
I swore to that little guy, while still in the hospital that he could rest knowing, that as his mommy, I would never allow anyone to bully or disrespect him. I kept that promise and in our community, he was respected and known to everyone. The tables had turned. Everyone wanted to be his friend.
I became a"mommy advocate against bullying", without trying. Just fell into it. The school asked me to educate them on dwarfism. So when my 3 sons, started school, I would speak at the school (hard when you do not have the gift of gab) in the classrooms, educating them on dwarfism, bullying and about accepting differences. This was in the 1980's. I'd say I was an early pioneer for dwarfism awareness.
Many children with differences are still being bullied into suicide. I could have been an early statistic but for whatever reason, I was plucked out by the hand of God - so that I could have this wonderful child to protect and others to educate.
I don't do this anymore. After Michael died, a part of me went with him. I still detest bullies and when I was going to join up with the Guardian Angels, last year, that was one area I was interested in.
Who knows? Maybe one day, I can offer to help like I used to.