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A Postscript

There seems to be some confusion as to the overall message of yesterday's post.  Let me restate it:  bullies have to learn how to be bullies.  Someone has to be modeling this behavior for them.  They are learning that this is acceptable behavior. 

The title of the post,"Where The Killers Come From". was an (as yet uncredited) reference to this post. "The Bully Side", by Tom Coale at HCR. He states,

"You don't need to tell me if you're being mean to other kids at school and I don't want to know.  I do want you to know that if you are, you are killing someone else's child, (emphasis mine) and it will live with you for the rest of your life."

I have recently learned that programs to combat bullying often fall on deaf ears because those who are bullies, don't perceive themselves to be bullies, so they think it doesn't apply to them.  This would seem to be borne out by some responses yesterday over at TO2C.

Where do bullies come from?  in short:  they've got to be taught.

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Comments

  1. wordbonesApril 19, 2012 at 8:52 AM

    Julia,

    I think "Bons" retreat from even attempting to respond to Kirsty's questions speaks for itself.

    -wb

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  2. Julia A. McCreadyApril 19, 2012 at 9:01 AM

    Thanks, wb. This has certainly been "educational".

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  3. KirstyCatApril 20, 2012 at 6:46 PM

    WB - I don't read blogs & comment on them to foment anger. I honestly want to have discussions with people. I love political discourse. When someone starts saying "you need mental help" in a blog, that's basically admitting they don't have any other discussion points.

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