With the discovery that just being in the presence of predators is enough to cause a dragonfly to die from stress, maybe we should be extrapolating that back to people and really make a stand against bullies and other human predators.
Whether it’s on the playground, in the workplace or just part of society – bullying is too pervasive and the cost in productivity, relationships and lives is too high to allow bullying to continue at current epidemic levels.
It is obscene with all the research and knowledge about stress – especially the needless stress caused by bullying – that there is so little being done to stop bullying and beleive victims.
There’s a reason why women often do not report rape and why employees don’t file grievances: the corrective processes are often more damaging than the incidents that incited them. The so called corrective processes, put the victims on trial, not the accused, who are then able to use the processes to further harm the victims.
Having to relive the events, retelling, re-experiencing and reliving constantly, documenting evidence, trying to gain the assistance of witnesses who are more interested in protecting themselves – often seeing an advantage of siding with the bully – after all, one surefire way to not be a target of a bully is to be the toady for the bully.
Your life being reduced to waiting for third party decisions in vain hope of being validated, despite the plethora of evidence and reality which already has been ignored and dismissed. breaking under the strain of having the bullies’ unreality forced upon you as if it was true, when you know it’s not.
Being bullied relentlessly is like being sent to prison for a crime that you know you didn’t commit, but that the authorities are satisfied enough that someone is paying the price, and heck, isn’t everyone guilty of something anyway?
I expect that it’s only the faint hope of future vindication that is holding back the vigilantism wave.
We were gardening when this huge dragon fly landed on the gutter. I ran inside, upstairs, got the camera, ran back downstairs, took a couple of shots, discovered I’d forgotten the memory card, ran back inside, got the card, ran out, came around the corner, then the batteries fell out, so I had to scramble to get them back in and then I snapped more pictures.
And it sat and sat and finally, The Spouse said “put away the camera, and get back to work.”
So, I said that I was too tired after all that needless running around.