Martín grew without Sundays or recreos. On Monday he already ruminated the shadows of what was waiting for him during the school week. The school patio was always a garden without joy, half an hour bitter of fear and loneliness that tried to dodge isolated in a corner.
The first day of class began, on the primary desk. His classmates, who were six years old, decided that it was too much crisis because he kept playing with plasticine and cars in recreation. This is how Diana of teasing and insults became. “They were very cruel with me,” he laments.
He opened his backpack and found his small toy cars broken. “They were laughing around me, the books soaked me,” he recalls. To the classic ‘joke’ of the chair with glue. There they stayed the pants that had that day between the joy and the applause of the class. “Children’s things,” school teachers, a Cantabrian cooperative of secular teaching.
The boy who only dreamed of having friends lived in the solitude of a hostile recreation in the face of the indifference of the teachers and the ignorance of his family, who was not right to decipher why he was always sad. “I never told them anything to not worry, but I was just happy on Fridays and Saturdays, the rest was to suffer,” he admits.
“I was a patious child because of a cross -late problem,” he explains. “I didn’t control the distances well and stumbled constantly.” On one occasion, playing football, he was not able to defend a goal and assaulted him. He was 8 years old. It was not the only time.
Among the most painful episodes that he remembers evokes a day when three boys approached him in recess. “It turned out that they just wanted to get information to make fun of me in front of the whole class.” In the courtyard they gathered all class children and hit him. He ended up bleeding down his nose and punished them without recreation. But the aggressions did not stop. Another day as he fled from his stalkers not to hit him stumbled upon a younger boy and threw him to the ground. The teachers punished Martín.
“The problem was me and my alleged isolated behavior, in the end it was the ‘pupae’, the one who complained to complain, when I was always trying to be next to the teachers to be protected,” he emphasizes in the conversation of Eldiario.es, recalling a few years that it is difficult for him to remember.
In primary room they decided to join the individual tables in groups. “They ignored me every time I spoke: shut up,” they said, “I was the fool.” “I was so depressed that I didn’t even fight, I was totally isolated.” Remember that the class group put a name: ‘The 4 and the dog’. “The dog was me. The teacher was told that it was my favorite animal, but it was a lie,” he sighs.
“There were very hard moments,” he confesses. “With ten years I started crying wanting to take my life. It was my routine every week: I put my homework, I locked me in my room and tried to stop breathing. I thought about my parents and stopped.”
With ten years I started crying wanting to take my life. It was my routine every week: I put my homework, I locked me in my room and tried to stop breathing. I thought about my parents and stopped
Martin
– Victim of bullying
The teachers told him to talk to them if he had any problem. But when I did they replied: “It is that I do not see to hit you.” They never intervened, until finally one day they witnessed one of the aggressions. Then they took Martin to a session with the counselor, heard him and spoke with the stalkers. “They won’t do it again,” he said very serious. “It was worse, they hit me again, but the counselor did not intervene again.”
They also reproached him that he was getting bad grades. In the end everything ended the same: they called their parents and the fault was his. His son has behavioral problems, they told them. The children were maturing and when the sixth course ended he managed to have three friends, he still suffered harassment, but he was no longer alone.
At the beginning of ESO the stalkers left the school and the nightmare ended. “My parents were already happy because they came to smile,” he recalls. But joy was too ephemeral. The date of December 21, 2016 is recorded in your memory. Little was missing for Martín to turn 12. They were the last days of school before Christmas and had an hour off. They played the prisoner ball in the patio. Another group of boys played a football match. A ball arrived at Martín’s feet, shook and when he turned he was faced an older boy, of great physical size. Black Karate belt later knew. Outside of his own – calling mirges to Martin’s mother – he stuck a punch in his neck that unleashed intense pain, dizziness and vomiting. I couldn’t move the neck. They gave him a chamomile infusion and an ibuprofen. Lying in the school courtyard he waited three hours, until those responsible for the center decided to ask for an ambulance.
That blow unleashed another hard and long winter. What seemed like a cervical contusion became a via Crucis that lasted two years in which he could not sleep more than two hours a day. The only company of those nights was the radio. Vertigos, migraines, soothing so strong that he could barely get out of bed: he spent two years without leaving home.
“On Friday night I started convulsing, I couldn’t see anything, my head hurt: it was my first epilepsy attack,” he recalls. Then the hypersensitivity problems began. Any rubbing caused extraordinary pain.
The doctors concluded that they somatized and recommended that their parents ignore. In the end it turned out that the aggression at the school had caused him a cervical rectification: he had turned the vertebra of the neck and two discs. The diagnosis of fibromyalgia also came. It was another long episode of uncertainty, pain and misunderstanding that has resulted in a disability of 37%.
Two years ago Martín arrived at University. He is a good student, has friends and has learned to live with the effects of his illness: mental fog, fatigue and pain. A few days after starting the course he tripped in the hall with his aggressor. They shared space again, after so many years. He probably has no idea of the volcano that unleashed his punch. But now Martin has an army of colleagues who do not separate from him or look the other way.
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