I had tears in my eyes reading the article titled "The mean time" (May 15). It brought me back to the little girl who had an entire cafeteria filled with children all laughing at her: me.
You're right. Sometimes the scars can last a lifetime. I've grown up to realize that bullies must be extremely unhappy people, and I feel sorry for them. But I've never learned how you undo the damage. I always wanted children but never married because I'm incapable of being vulnerable enough to get that close to someone. Even though I've functioned well enough in society, I'm still shy, and the scars are still there.
Leslie Switzer
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