I always ended up being like half friends with my bullies for some reason. I probably didn't react to it like others they bullied because I was so preoccupied with my own world that I hardly even cared what they did to me. I mean, I would be upset initially but even hours later, I would be carrying on like nothing happened, completely lost thinking about whatever happened to interest me. I would get more upset by direct questions from teachers than the bullying. The bullies were predictable, as I already knew what they would do, however, the teachers when they would get mad with me, I had not even the slightest idea of what they would do, so they were even more intimidating.
I ended up somewhat friendly with the bullies I went to school with, and a good number of them invited me to be friends on facebook. Never had a run-in with one that wasn't friendly. And the funny part about it is, I never did recognize it as bullying until I was asked about my school life by an OT last year where she pointed it out to me that what they were doing was the same thing I saw them doing to others. Funny how mind-blindness works. If I had understood this back then, I probably would have been offended by the bullying and never become friendly with them.
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