In a slight adjustment on the thread title, School
Bullied Many Years Later...
Bully Flip-Flop: I witnessed something that I never believed, back then, could happen. A bully amongst the ring of bullies changed from one day - permanently - to the next. He went from a bully of me to a protector. Whaaaaat?
Just as bullies strategize against you to devise creative methods of torment, the flip side is that you strategize against them. Your strategies are those of avoidance, preventive measures, minimizing the damage - survival.
The bully ring - maybe a half dozen douchebag guys - would lie in wait outside the Electronics classroom. The classroom door was always locked because of the equipment inside, so we'd have to hang out in front of that door for minutes at a time before the instructor got there. That boredom is what got the bullies to hit on the idea of stuffing me in an empty locker.
So, I had to come up with a counter strategy: I'd hide behind a door leading into the food line of the cafeteria. A friend of mine in the class acted as point man. He'd go down the hall and around the corner and watch for when the instructor got there and the door was open. If I could make it into the classroom - no locker time that day. The bullies were not going to drag me out of the class with the instructor present. Anyway he'd come to the end of the hall and signal me when coast was clear. I'd come out from my hiding place and scoot as fast as I could down that hall around the corner and inside the classroom. Usually - it worked. When they caught on, they actually tried to get him into a locker - but he was too big. You had to be a small fry pipsqueak like me to fit inside.
One day, a bully in the ring was walking past the lunchroom door and saw me cowering there, waiting for the go signal from my friend. CRAP! Found out! He asked what I was doing and I simply told him. But... He became a person that day, an actual human being. He told me to follow him and he'd fight off the other guys so they couldn't get me in the locker. Right. Like I'm going to believe that! HAHAHAHA! Yet I read in his demeanor that he meant it. Well that's exactly what he did. I came around the corner and there they were, waiting. He stopped them all from getting to me. If I saw that guy today? I'd clap him on the back and thank him all over again.
Seeing Red: I think we all heard the story as kiddies about the mother who lifted the back end of a car off her child. I never believed it then because of course it made no sense. No one is that strong.
But this 'seeing red' - and it only happened twice in my life, close together - was the illuminator that maybe that mother/car story wasn't so crazy after all.
I have a phenomenally sharp memory - somewhat photographic - but those 5 or 10 seconds when I saw red? A blank spot. I don't know exactly what I did on The Day The Bullying Stopped Dead Cold. I remember just before, then the 'red curtain' coming down, and then immediately after.
I don't have a clue as to how much a person's strength is magnified by that huge, sudden infusion of adrenaline which causes the 'seeing red' effect. But whatever that figure is -
that is what scared the bejesus out of the bully on the receiving end. I remember his eyes - big as saucers. My action was the very last thing he ever expected. And I never even hit him. But I did grab him and move him a good distance, maybe 25 or 30 feet - all with my 'weaker' left arm (I'm righthanded).
Reading People: I'm good at this, perhaps better at it than most. We all have an innate ability to read folks with variable effectiveness. My alleged ability to do this well has to be a result of year by year by year bullying. As a survival strategy, I had to become proficient at identifying friend or foe, growing up. I had to pay very very close attention to people's eyes, face, body language, vocal inflection - the gamut. It was simply necessary to get through a day with little or no damage inflicted. General intent is what you're after. The details - no. That comes from actually getting to know people on a more intimate level.
That ability stays with you as an adult. I remember getting a bad read on George Bush in 1999, when he was running for President. I knew he was lying but so what? That is what politicians do - it is a job requirement. Bush's lying was different and I got a danger signal from it. Just an "Oh no" kind of feeling. Didn't get that from Al Gore. Didn't get it from John McCain or Obama or Hillary - their deceptions were garden variety politician stuff.