#Voce alle vittime: La storia di Sara

Oggi una nuova testimonianza di bullismo ci viene offerta dal racconto della nostra cara collega blogger Sara Bellan che scrivendo questo articolo ci ha permesso di scoprire anche le sue sofferenze passate.
Sara adesso è una scrittrice,perciò un esempio per tutti di come possiamo riscattarci dalle sofferenze passate come vittime di bullismo.

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Vi racconto una storia, una bella storia di crescita e consapevolezza, una storia di trasformazione, una storia che a volte si è tinta di colori cupi, una storia che ha il sapore del riscatto.

C’era una volta una bella bambina paffutella, occhi e capelli corvini in un viso diafano e sorridente, non le dispiaceva stare in mezzo alla gente.

Nel felice paese dove abitava con tutta la famiglia era una bimba come tante, giocava, rideva, scherzava, leggeva, cantava insomma amava la vita, la sua splendida vita.

Ma questa bambina, ancora non lo sapeva, era speciale, aveva un dono alquanto particolare, sapeva usare l’immaginazione e nella sua mente comparivan le scene, narrate o inventate, come fosse un film al cinema.

Questo dono la portava a non lamentarsi di rimaner da sola a volte perché, in quei momenti, lei aveva una biblioteca di amici da cui rifugiarsi.

Un giorno, ahimè, venne confinata…

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#Voce alle vittime:La storia di Carlo

 

Buongiorno cari lettori,

Oggi vogliamo inaugurare una nuova ”Rubrica” del blog,nella quale daremo spazio alle vostre storie.
Alle storie di vittime di bullismo e mobbing.

Ovviamente il tutto potete mandarcelo tramite i nostri contatti ➠ QUI

Noi provvederemo a ricostruire la storia magari facendovi anche qualche domanda,e pubblicandola sul blog in pieno anonimato.

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Hell on Earth, that is: How bullying destroys a frail spirit

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The following is the contribution of my dearest, very young friend as well as fellow citizen: Valentina. It’s a pleasure to host her in my blog, a blog where I talk about bullying and mobbing. Valentina’s words, so clear, so simple, so straightforward and really honest can be useful, so that many people can understand and reflect.

Thank you Valentina: you are an extraordinary person.

Francis

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A girl of eighteen cannot die like this

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Stop it now. I am fed up: enough is enough. I cannot stand any more to read such news.

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EIGHT OF MARCH TO REMEMBER

It was my first time. I had never met, so far, the young students from a high school to talk about bullying.

I told them about my experiences as a victim: I have not proposed solutions, I have not flaunted truths. I have no truths, no certainties. I just showed them my wounds, my weakness and shared mine with them. Because I do not feel like a saint, but the very opposite of that, and because I feel I have a lot to learn, especially from them. In practice I have asked those boys and girls to help me and understand, and perhaps to find, all together, some possible answers, though not definitive.

They paid attention to me. They listened to what I said. They were moved to tears, and even I was. But nothing was fake or prepared: we just were who we are, and that’s it.

 

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THE SEA-WOLF AND THE LOGIC OF OPPRESSION

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This morning on TV I saw an old movie, THE SEA-WOLF, played by the great actor Edward G. Robinson. The film was nothing but the film version of a novel by Jack London: a story that reflects much of his adventurous life, mainly as a seaman.

In the film, as well as in the book, there is a bitter and terrible vision of life. On the ship, the captain (Wolf Larsen) exercises his power with arrogance, with extreme aggression: his way of managing the ship is characterized by his egocentrism, his not caring at all for the dignity of the people who depend on him. He just wants to humiliate, mortify, demean and he does this with unbelievable violence.

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Some horror films are nothing but symbols of bullying and mobbing

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It is a sad evening and on television there’s a Franco-Belgian film titled CALVAIRE [THE ORDEAL in English]. I do not like French films, and usually I do not watch them; nonetheless some scenes seem to be worth considering: I decide, this way, to see this film to the end.

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