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Originally Posted by Minnie
One of my kids was bullied. In school, out of school, online - many threats of severe physical violence, and they even managed to inflict a bit of minor physical violence - hard shoves into lockers or walls, etc. A ton of vile verbal abuse. This kid was not being a wimp, was not doing anything to cause it. And we tried everything - 'oh just ignore it' to start with. I mean, we tried it all. The school's no tolerance policy was a joke and never enforced.
We took every measure we had available to us and to our child, and nothing changed. It didn't change until the little turdbots showed up at our front door, to try and intimidate my child in their own home, harass them at our front door.
They knew I worked full time and thought they'd have a little fun. My kid got to the door first, opened it, they started in immediately with some nasty verbal crap and my child slammed the door in their faces. What they didn't know was that the day they chose to 'drop by', I ended up staying home from work with a migraine, and I scared the #### out of them.
I was very calm and spoke quietly and evenly and with measure but they knew they were in really deep poop by the time I was done. I didn't threaten them in any way (verbally or with physical violence anyway) but I made sure they knew what the consequences of their actions were going to be. They tried to tell me that they had stopped by to 'apologize' but I told them I'd heard what they said to my child and if that was an apology, they needed to utilize a dictionary to find out the definition of apology.
Once they left the property, I took my child with me to the police station. We only wanted to inquire what our options were because we just didn't know what else to do, where else to turn, what else to try, but the police were very serious about it. They talked to both my child and I, took our statements, got the names of the kids who were harassing, and home visits were made to those kids' homes, and they were told that another visit, another word, any contact whatsoever, could open them up to charges under the criminal code, for harassment and stalking and so on. They were instructed to act as though my child didn't even exist on this planet. Told not to walk down our street. Don't talk to my child at school. No electronic contact. Visits were made to my child's school and the staff was told that there was a file open and that they were to report anything that violated any of the steps they laid out to the bullies.
That ended it for the most part - that and switching our child to a different school a couple of months later. One of the little turdburglers contacted my kid online and we just took a screen shot and forwarded it to the constable on my child's case file. Another home visit was made and the kid got in major poo from the cops and parents. That was the last of it. Finally. Took 2 years though.
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Wow you are fortunate to have a bunch of great police officers. To make a long story short, I've been tormented by a weirdo neighbor who apparently did similar things to the previous owner of my house. She also creates a lot of bizarre melodramas in the neighborhood, but since none of my neighbors are really friendly towards eachother they end up believing her, until, of course, it's about them. She's actually complained about my fabric softener, which is nothing exotic. I was told nothing could be done unless I put up a no trespassing sign and get a video of her destroying my property. I would love it if some authority told her she couldn't yell things when I'm outside, and drive/stand in front of my house and stare at me, or sit on her roof and look into my windows.
I've always had odd experiences like this, and I'm quiet and hardly bother with anyone. The authorities have never helped.
Sorry for your situation, pylon. I understand how it is to just accept your fate. I have never contemplated suicide (maybe once when I was a teenager) I had a shrink tell me I'm depressed, but I dont agree really, and it's not because of shame. I go out, I accomplish things, and accept that sunrises and sunsets are reliable and people aren't, and I'm okay with that. If my neighbor goes out for the day and I'm home, i'm happy and often just sit inside all day because at least for that time it's my house, and there's no idiot throwing roundup in my lily pond or yelling that I'm a hoarder because "those boxes have been on that kitchen table for months" haha I sell clothes on ebay and dumbass the boxes I use all look alike.