Sadly, bullying is nothing new - it's just noticed more now.

I cried every single day on the way home from 7th grade.  That was the year they decided to "mainstream" my older brother by putting him a "special" class at my junior high school.


Every single day of that school year a group of boys my age followed us home chanting, "retard retard retard".  Then they'd say "she must be a retard too because she's his sister".  It was awful.  I hated them.  I hated being so puny that I couldn't turn around and beat the living shitt out of all of them.  And in those moments I think part of me hated my brother for being the way he was, and then, I hated myself for having those feelings.