Um… I can’t speak to ‘gay’ bullying, though I too was a victim of bullying. I can verify the experience that being bullied for being ‘gay’ often means the perpetrator of that type of bullying has some issues, examined or otherwise, in that area. But other forms are
much more common, and any of them can lead down dark roads for the right people.
In other words, inclination to suicide is already there, for those who desire it, and I
don’t think bullying causes it, but can aggravate a temptation to despair.
Ok, now my comment about bullying in general. I have an unusual datum to offer: the experience of overcoming bullying in a passive way. I tried talking back, I tried ignoring them, and fighting and everything. Nothing worked. However… when I got older,
something interesting happened.
I was bullied quite a lot in school. I was perpetually “the new kid” because I both moved around a lot, and I being mildly autistic/learning disabled, (atypical affect, whatever you want to call it)so I did not blend in well.
Due to the results of a compulsory art contest in my class, the art teacher had me
repaint the school mascot painting in the auditorium and basketball court. Our school was
the dominant player in the basketball scene, and college recruiters routinely showed up even though we were otherwise a mediocre ‘inner city’ school. I was terrified. I didn’t sleep for the whole weekend. I was sure that the basketball team would kill me, even if I did a good job.
Once I got into the project, time vanished and I started painting. It wasn’t until
I was almost done that darkness suddenly fell on me and my project… near darkness in a well lit gymnasium? I looked up, and twelve very tall men in basketball uniforms were standing around me in silence. I was an indifferent Christian at the time, but I prayed.
Then somebody whispered, “It went from lame to cool in…like that.” and he snapped his fingers. He was also the captain of the team. I felt… woozy. They said complimentary things about my artistic decisions, and said he looked “bad a**”. I went home not
quite believing what happened. Then… the bullying disappeared. It was odd for the first week, because I kept encountering various members of the basketball team throughout my day in unexpected times and places, and they would just nod at me and move on.
But things were easier. I’m not saying I was immune to bad press, or that I became one of the cool kids. Far from it! Even certain… personalities still gave me a hard time every so often. But it was never as sustained or as harsh (or physical) as it had been before.
I don’t know how helpful my story is, because most kids would say, “Aww, well, if you were such an awesome artist, no wonder they stopped messing with you.” Frankly, I wasn’t the best artist. I think they liked that I took the subject more seriously, but that’s besides the point. I think, I showed them something about me that day that left me vulnerable, and gave them something interesting to pin down. A framework where I existed in their world, and I was no longer a threatening unknown.
I think that some bullying is done when they can’t figure a person out, to “see what they are made of” and to negate any threats. I’m not sure how to tell that kind of bullying from
the “dominate the weak kid at all costs” type bullying where there doesn’t seem to be any good solution. All I could do for my kid (if God wills it) is say, “kid, when you go to school, do something awesome. Do what you do, and do it well. That way, you don’t have to explain who you are to them at the end of a nasty threat.”
While this doesn’t work well for school work, it CAN work even for science fair. Or so an incredibly nerdy friend of mine once said. I don’t know if this works for everyone, but it has worked for a number of people you might not expect.
The only trouble with this solution is that it has to come from the bullied kid, and not the authority[tm] or even parents. The problem with authority is that most kids (especially the relevant kids) don’t generally respect it, and authority can’t be around all the time.