Thanks for that.
Blaming or questioning the victim in bullying cases is really a crime in itself.
I was bullied once waiting to go inside my junior high school. A juvenile prison returnee about three years older than his classmates and three of his thug pals for no good reason singled me out at random to surround and beat me a little.
NO ONE STOOD UP FOR ME.
I had been ill with rheumatic fever and several childhood illnesses earlier and still had heart trouble from the damage from the fever so had no chance for any sports or even to take one gym class—ever. So a skinny kid. Part of my “anger issues” today.
Your story reminds me of one I heard from someone close to me. A young boy was sick all his life and finally started school in her sixth grade class. He was a nice boy, and all he wanted was friends, but the other boys were mean to him. His mother tried so hard to help him make friends, but the other boys were so cruel. That young boy died from his illness that year. Children can be cold and heartless sometimes.