The Effects of Bullying: Robert’s Story 4

Join me in welcoming Robert to my first Effects of Bullying Series.

Robert’s Story

I’m convinced that schools and me were never meant to get on; my trouble with handwriting, spelling and mental mathematics caused a lot of grief. But there was something else present every day, which I detested more: break time.

For me, someone who likes to be forever mentally engaged, break time was the dullest thing ever invented. The other children would talk and play team games like football while I sat in an alcove in the corner of the playground, avoiding the missiles, waiting for the bell to go back inside.

Around nine at the time, an undiagnosed autistic, my interests lay in creativity and making things. I began bringing my creations along with me. So rather than hiding in the corner doing nothing at all, I would work on one of my projects. That’s when the bullying started.

I no longer remember many of the details, but a few students decided that it was a good game to steal and smash-up my creations. Or when they could not steal my stuff, like in class, they would threaten to smash-up my creations, doing hand gestures across the room, like snapping a ruler between clenched fists.

These things represented a great deal of time and effort and I was working with very limited resources and almost no money. Materials and tools were sacred, I worked mainly with what I could find around the house. Breaking, or threatening to break my creations was like breaking a part of me. None of these things could be easily replaced.

Like typical British primary schools, my school was very small; avoiding the bullies was not possible. Nothing the staff did made any noticeable difference and the only friends I had at the time, while great technically minded individuals themselves, were also targets and could do nothing to help. I felt trapped with nowhere to go.

A ray of hope I had been the move to senior school; a completely new set of people and nobody knows me, a chance to start over. The reality was the opposite, even though I had moved beyond lugging projects around a new set of bullies picked up my differences and the bullying started again, but worse.

Instead of focusing on my possessions, this new set of bullies started attacking me personally, kicking, punching and verbal abuse. I was terrified to go anywhere alone, hid in the Special Educational Needs room over breaks and lunch and refused to go anywhere without a support worker for protection.

Combined with the increased demand on handwriting, this meant I was always on edge, always looking for an escape route if something went bad and always ready to meltdown. Unfortunately the latter happened rather a lot, drawing more attention to my differences and making the problem exponentially worse.

These problems and the bullying continued relentlessly. Finally getting a computer eliminated my writing difficulties but the problems only really stopped when I eventually left school and went to college.

Anxiety, fear and constant observation of the environment; always looking for danger, are often cited as symptoms of mild autism. But my own experiences say something different, they are side effects of a difficult childhood.

I have never completely recovered from the bullying in my childhood. While I have been able to overcome my fear of going out alone, I am still very shy and have had no friends to speak of since primary school. My interests and current projects are kept to myself and I’m more likely to accept something as given, or just avoid it altogether, rather than argue.

It gets easier, slowly.


  1. Thank you for submitting this, Robert. And thank you for having this series, Sue. I will work on writing up my own “adventures in being bullied” for submission.

    I’m sorry you had such a hard time in school, Robert. I agree that anxiety, fear, and constant observation of the environment are symptoms of autism, but I also agree that a difficult childhood can take them to a new level.

    I have always found adults (of the real-adult variety, not the kid-in-an-adult’s-body variety) to be much more accepting of individual differences. Thankfully, now that my peers and I are young adults, it’s much easier to get along with classmates. I don’t have many friends, but the few I do have are sensitive to my limitations because they can see beyond them. We are a very down-to-earth group, each with our own quirks, and good-natured autism jokes are pretty regular occurrences.

    I do hope things continue to get better for you. I know this is unsolicited advice, but have you tried looking at You can search for activities related to specific interests in your area. It might be a good way to meet people who share your interests. I haven’t moved past the looking stage, but it’s a start.

    • Thoughty Autie,
      Thank you! I hope others will share their stories too. My goal is to raise awareness, so maybe the adults will become more aware and teach the next generation to be kinder. I am very grateful that Robert suggested the series and shared his story. He deserves support and happiness. I am also glad that you have found your peers to be more accepting and helpful. I too hope Robert finds that level of acceptance. I love how he focuses on the positives on his blog. It is obvious Robert has much to contribute to our world.

  2. I really enjoyed this article as it put some things in perspective for me and helped me to understand an individual who I now realize has dealt with autism all his life but was never diagnosed.

    • Grace,
      Thank you for stopping by and supporting Robert and the series. I imagine there are many who have not been diagnosed.

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