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Phil Waters
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I have to share this with you strangers
I used to live in another part of Bellshill, much rougher than where I am now. There were gangs of drunks/youths/druggie no-hopers virtually on every street corner. Walking past them was sometimes a nightmare for many people, but never (fortunately) for me with one exception.
There was one guy who would always go out of his way to ask me for money. It wasn't much, no more than £2 and generally around 50p-£1 mark.
At first I didn't mind handing out whatever I had to spare, but it became very routine. Everytime he'd see me I'd get asked for money and I started feeling obliged to give it to him. He was always surrounded with loads of people, all of which would have stuck a knife in you for 20p.
Eventually I began to dread bumping into him and would actually suffer mild panic attacks when I entered an area I knew he frequented. I started hiding any money I had in odd places; in my shoe, in my hood etc. I never shared it with anyone incase people thought I was being stupid and I know if push ever came to shove and I had to confront this guy, I would have beaten the living shit out of him. The advantage he held over me was that I was a peaceful person and he wasn't. I am the sort of person who would do virtually anything to avoid having to physically fight, but that doesn't mean I can't fight.
Anyway, that was five years or so ago and I no longer frequent those areas; I don't need to.
There is no doubt in my mind that I was bullied; maybe not in the way bullying is nowadays understood, but definitely still bullied to an extent. It got to the point where I would bump into him and he would just say, "Oi...quid"...meaning he wanted £1.
I have never been more settled inside myself emotionally or mentally than I have been in the past 6 months of my life; I am very content. During this period (past 6 months) I decided that if I ever see this guy again I was going to confront him about it.
This morning I was told he was found dead in a house on Sunday. Apparently drugs related (overdose or something).
I don't know whether to feel regret or relief.
Does anyone agree that bullying comes in all different forms?
I used to live in another part of Bellshill, much rougher than where I am now. There were gangs of drunks/youths/druggie no-hopers virtually on every street corner. Walking past them was sometimes a nightmare for many people, but never (fortunately) for me with one exception.
There was one guy who would always go out of his way to ask me for money. It wasn't much, no more than £2 and generally around 50p-£1 mark.
At first I didn't mind handing out whatever I had to spare, but it became very routine. Everytime he'd see me I'd get asked for money and I started feeling obliged to give it to him. He was always surrounded with loads of people, all of which would have stuck a knife in you for 20p.
Eventually I began to dread bumping into him and would actually suffer mild panic attacks when I entered an area I knew he frequented. I started hiding any money I had in odd places; in my shoe, in my hood etc. I never shared it with anyone incase people thought I was being stupid and I know if push ever came to shove and I had to confront this guy, I would have beaten the living shit out of him. The advantage he held over me was that I was a peaceful person and he wasn't. I am the sort of person who would do virtually anything to avoid having to physically fight, but that doesn't mean I can't fight.
Anyway, that was five years or so ago and I no longer frequent those areas; I don't need to.
There is no doubt in my mind that I was bullied; maybe not in the way bullying is nowadays understood, but definitely still bullied to an extent. It got to the point where I would bump into him and he would just say, "Oi...quid"...meaning he wanted £1.
I have never been more settled inside myself emotionally or mentally than I have been in the past 6 months of my life; I am very content. During this period (past 6 months) I decided that if I ever see this guy again I was going to confront him about it.
This morning I was told he was found dead in a house on Sunday. Apparently drugs related (overdose or something).
I don't know whether to feel regret or relief.
Does anyone agree that bullying comes in all different forms?