How Can I Deal With A Bully?

At school I was an obvious target for a bully. I was some what unfortunate to develop a stutter when I was a young child. Despite attending different forms of stuttering therapy I was only able to achieve fluency when I was in my twenties.

I was always struggling with my weight and was larger than most of my other classmates and I was the shortest male in the class.

I believed that in the workplace this would not continue to be a problem as I would be working with adults. I could not have been more wrong?

There was one main bully who made my life hell, his name was Gary. Gary constantly took the mickey out of myself and would mimmick my stuttering at regular intervals. I tried to not let it bother me, but it did. I let this continue for nearly year and by now I was feeling very depressed and was ready to quit.

I then read a book about the subject of bullying and it wrote about something which they called, playing the nutter card. Basically at for example work, you can be who you want to be. A nutter does not worry about another persons size or weight or power. They are willing to go one step further than the majority of people ane this is they way in which we have to threaten the bully – with belief – this way he/she is more likely to back up – after all they are all supposed to be cowards.

I decided to be brave and give it a go. Trying to fight back in a physical manner was not really an option due to the fact that Gary was probably twice the size of me. He does not know the people in my circle of friends though, I needed to convince him that they could.

On the day when I actually went for it, it had not been planned. I never really believed that I would do it, even though I wanted to. This day the bullying was very distressing and was in very bad taste. I was really mad and clocked out of work and went to wait by Gary’s car, but hidden behind a tree.

Gary eventually approached his car and went to unlock the door, as he did I jumped on his back but quickly fell off. He turned round with a shocked look on his face, however was happy when he saw that it was me. I started swearing at him and told him that I had had enough. I informed him that a number of my friends are a bit tapped in the head, but that they would do anything to help me. If I told them the abuse he was giving me, they would not be best pleased and would basically beat him to a pulp. I warned him that if he ever took the mickey out of me, that I would tell them and that he would then have to wait for his punishment to take place. I then ran off shaking.

The next day I went to work in a nervous state, I am happy to report he fell for the bait and was as good as gold after that.

I still left the company where I worked around six months later, but it was for the right reasons as I had been made a good offer by a local DVD authoring company but in the end I opted to work for a business cost cutting specialist. I am happy to report that only nice people work for this organisation.