When I was bullied in school, the teachers didn’t know how to handle the situation.
So, they did what everyone would do.
They called in the expertise of an “expert”: The school psychologist.
Suddenly I was the one who needed the professional help in social skills and situation handling.
Not the assholes who actually did the bullying.
Weirdly enough, I decided to take this “opportunity”.
I told her my story.
Wrote down some notes.
And then came to amazing conclusion: “It seems to me that you need to learn how to love yourself”.
This sounded strange to me.
Others are telling me offensive stuff about myself and I am the one who doesn’t love myself?
What I should have done was burst out in laughter, tell her she wasn’t worth the money, walk straight out of the session.
But of course, I was too shy to do any of that.
Funny fact: In all the dark times I have experienced, I, strangely enough, never disliked myself.
I don’t think I’m ugly.
I don’t think I walk in a weird way.
I don’t think I’m fat.
I don’t think I’m unintelligent or a bad employee.
I don’t think I don’t have a bad sense of humor.
In fact, I actually like myself.
Of course, there is always room for improvement.
You live, you learn.
But for my current age, I really am doing OK.
I have said it before and I will shout it out again (especially to school psychologist):
I wish I had a Friend Like me!
Life would have been fun.