Like many autistic people, I was bullied throughout my time at both primary and secondary school.
It started when I was seven and had just moved to a new school. I was struggling to make friends because of my difficulties with social communication. Eventually, one of my classmates decided that I was going to be her best friend. It was a relief at first, but it soon became clear that she wasn’t really interested in my friendship. Instead, she was using me to do things I didn’t want to do and she started to make horrible comments about me, both to my face and behind my back.
This went on for several years, and I thought it would stop when I moved schools for year seven.
Instead, she was using me to do things I didn’t want to do and she started to make horrible comments about me.
Unfortunately though, it didn’t quite work like that. At my new school, I had similar problems making new friends, because I didn’t really understand how you were supposed to do it and other people thought I was a bit weird. I was lucky enough to make two amazing friends, who at the age of 21 I still consider to be my best friends, but I also met a girl who wasn’t so friendly.
It started off with name-calling, telling me I was useless and a horrible person – she would tell me in the corridor how awful I was, leave post-it notes on my locker and even pass me notes in lessons. Over the next three years, her friends started to join her. As well as the verbal bullying, they would make threats, physically hurt me and spread rumours so that nobody would talk to me.
As part of my autism, I tend to take things very literally so I started to believe that what they were telling me was true. I couldn’t understand why somebody would bother to threaten me and tell me I was useless if I wasn’t a genuinely awful person. That’s part of the reason why I found it hard to talk about it while it was happening - I felt like I deserved it somehow (which of course I didn’t). I also didn’t know how to approach a teacher to tell them I was being bullied, because nobody had ever told me what to say and my autism meant that I struggled to work it out for myself.
My therapist at Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services (CAMHS) suggested that I keep a log of the bullying, so I bought a notebook and wrote down everything that they said or did to me over two weeks, with the time and place where it happened. I took this to a teacher who I trusted, along with a note to explain what the log was about, because it felt easier to write it down than to sit in front of someone and try to find the right words and splutter them out in the right order.
So I bought a notebook and wrote down everything that they said or did to me over two weeks, with the time and place where it happened.
We agreed that all my teachers would be told to rearrange the seating plan in their classroom so that I was as far away from the girls bullying me as possible. I was also given permission to eat my lunch in the library with my friends instead of in the lunch hall. I was happy with that, because I have sensory issues which made it hard for me to cope in the lunch hall anyway.
The bullying didn’t stop immediately, but it did fizzle out once the girl who started it all seemed to decide it was too much effort to keep it up now that school staff were involved. I don’t think the school did as much as they could have done, but they did make an effort to help me and reassured me that what was happening was not my fault.
It’s taken me a long time (and a lot of mental health treatment) to recognise that the things she was saying about me weren’t true. Now, I can recognise that her hurtful words and actions had nothing to do with who I was as a person. I’ll probably never know why she did what she did, or why others joined in, but at least now I can recognise that it wasn’t my fault. In fact, bullying is NEVER the fault of the victim, whatever the people bullying you might want you to think.
I may be different, but that doesn’t mean I deserved to be bullied for it, and neither do you. Bullying is a horrible thing to go through, but remember that you didn’t cause it, you don’t deserve it and you don’t have to put up with it.
Remember that you didn’t cause it, you don’t deserve it and you don’t have to put up with it.
