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Authors: Susan Lewis
If a parent contacts you wanting to know how to help their child, what advice do you give?
The advice would depend on the nature of the bullying, but information essential to all bullying situations would include the need for parents to encourage their child to disclose what they are going through by ensuring full support and a real sense that they are believed. The parent needs to find out the details of what has been happening, which entails talking to teachers, probably the head of school. Parents can help to “bully-proof” their child by emphasizing a positive outlook, including assertive body language and firm eye contact. Well-developed social skills, including the ability to listen to others, to ask questions, to smile when appropriate can be modeled and encouraged by parents. These are all protective behaviors, which help to prevent being assessed as a potential target of bullying.
Do you ever counsel the bullies themselves? If not, are there organizations that do?
Some of the young people who attend Kidscape therapeutic sessions are both target and bully in different settings. Our literature addresses issues that underlie bullying and aims to stimulate reflection and provide strategies and motivation for changing that behavior. One of our major projects works specifically with young people who tend toward aggressive and antisocial behavior. The content includes modules on anger management, conflict resolution, and the development of self-awareness. It is a sad fact that in comparison to targets of bullying very few bullies come forward to ask for help. Kidscape’s aim is early intervention. If we are to challenge bullying, we need to work with both bullies and victims. There is certainly a need for more interventions that address the underlying issues that lead young people to satisfy specific needs through bullying.
Questions and Topics for Discussion
1.
Have you, or has someone you know, ever experienced bullying?
2.
In what ways do you think the Internet and social media change the bullying culture in schools?
3.
What can be done about this issue, in schools or at home? Do schools have a responsibility to get involved? To what extent?
4.
What do you think prompts bullying behavior in teenagers? Can it be stopped?
5.
Discuss Jack and Jenna’s relationship. What changed between them after the move to Wales? Could they have handled their affairs differently? How would you have handled it?
6.
What sort of consequences do you think bullies should face for their actions?
7.
Why do you think the bullies chose to target Paige specifically?
8.
Discuss the mother-daughter relationship at the heart of this novel. What did you think of Jenna’s parenting? How could she have handled Paige’s situation differently?
9.
Discuss Paige’s relationship with Jack. How does the fact that he’s her stepfather influence the family dynamic?
10.
Paige has a very complicated home life: her mother’s marriage is in jeopardy, they recently moved to Wales, finances are tight, etc. What other aspects of her home life may have heightened the stress Paige was under?
If you enjoyed
Too Close to Home
by Susan Lewis,
you won’t want to miss
The Girl Who Came Back
coming in March 2016
It wasn’t right to feel this way.
Not about her own daughter.
The child was only nine, for God’s sake. She was an innocent, a tender young soul still trying to find her way in the world. Except that wasn’t how she seemed, innocent and tender, or how she behaved.
She wasn’t like other children. She didn’t run or skip or play childish games. She didn’t sing or tease or sleep like an angel.
She didn’t look at people, she stared; she didn’t laugh, or when she did the sound was false, jarring, sadly humorless. Olivia had never heard girlish giggles erupting from bubbles of happiness or excitement inside Amelia. Little seemed to amuse her, or even please her, although she was often fascinated by things: insects, small animals, dolls; tools, gadgets, other children’s toys. She always wanted what wasn’t hers, which perhaps didn’t make her so very different from other children; Olivia had come across plenty of kids like that.
Amelia didn’t speak very much either, at least not to her mother.
She chatted away with her father when he made time for her.
She was the apple of his eye, when he remembered she was there.
As far as he was concerned, nothing was too much for his girl, provided it didn’t get in the way of his other commitments.
Olivia felt sure that Amelia was the only human being her husband had ever come close to loving, although she’d thought he loved her once.
That seemed a very long time ago.
She wondered how she’d ended up in this marriage, how she’d allowed herself to become the victim of such an egotistical man with such a dismissive air toward those he considered of little use.
Olivia was never entirely sure how useful she was to him.
In a material sense she wanted for nothing. They lived in a large, imposing house a stone’s throw from Chelsea Bridge. She had her own suite of rooms, a fancy car, a generous allowance, and all the freedoms she could wish for.
She also had a daughter who was healthy and intelligent, meticulously clean and tidy, but instead of joyful and openhearted was sullen and sly.
Yes, really—sullen and sly.
Olivia had never voiced her feelings about Amelia to anyone, least of all to her husband, Anton. Of course he would say the problem, if there was one and he probably wouldn’t admit that there was, lay entirely with her. She was Amelia’s mother, therefore she was the person Amelia spent the most time with (when she wasn’t away at school), so it stood to reason that she was the biggest influence on Amelia’s life.
Amelia was on her third school now, fifth if Olivia counted the two kindergartens she’d attended.
Amelia couldn’t settle. Other children didn’t warm to her, or were afraid of her, or ruthlessly tormented her. Olivia felt sorry for her when she was bullied and tried to soothe her, but Amelia hated being babied.
What was to become of her?
Would she change as she got older, and start to understand that she needed to be more like others if she wanted to be accepted by them? It was pointless trying to have the conversation with her; she simply got up and walked away. Or she’d tell her mother to shut up, or to leave her alone she was busy.
Anton’s parents were bewildered by the girl, although most things bewildered them these days.
As for Olivia’s parents; they’d separated a long time ago and she hadn’t seen either of them in a very long while. She didn’t even know where they were living now, though she guessed she could find out easily enough if she tried.
She’d felt so painfully alone since marrying Anton, which wasn’t how she’d felt before, when she was still single. She’d had lots of friends then, a career as a legal secretary, a great social life, and she’d always been up for something new. Anton had been like that, too, dashing and daring, successful, romantic, and always attentive.
So what had changed him?
Maybe his irresistible charm had been an act that he’d simply dropped once he’d made her his wife, seeing no need to go on pleasing her in the ways he used to.
She had no idea if he ever had affairs, but she hoped he did; they would provide her with a solid excuse to leave when the time was right.
Wasn’t the time right now?
Not while Amelia was still so young.
So you see, I’m not such a bad person. I really do care about my daughter, I want what’s best for her, I’ll never turn my back on her, I’m determined to find a way through to her heart.
In the meantime Anton could ridicule and humiliate, neglect and even beat her, but only until Amelia was able to make her own way in the world, that was when Olivia would go and never come back.
Looking around for Amelia now, she found her staring at her from an upper deck of their cruiser. The breeze was ruffling her mousy hair; the sun was burning her freckled cheeks.
“Have you used sun block?” she called out.
Amelia held up a tube, presumably to show that she had.
“Are you going to swim?” Olivia asked.
“Only if you do.”
Olivia’s heart twisted around her conscience. “You know I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve never learned.”
“That’s just stupid.”
“Yes, it is.” Olivia didn’t admit that she was afraid of the water, if she did Amelia would ask why and Olivia could never find a good enough answer to that. Or not one that would satisfy Amelia.
“Where’s Daddy?” Amelia demanded.
“Inside, sleeping. Or working.”
Amelia turned away and a few minutes later she was on the deck beside her mother. “I want you to swim,” she told her bluntly.
“One of these days I’ll learn,” Olivia promised.
“I want you to do it now.”
“It doesn’t happen just like that. I need someone to teach me.”
“I can teach you.”
“OK, but not here. We’re too far from the shore, and I’ll need to be able to touch the bottom in case I panic.” She smiled, hoping that Amelia might, too, but she didn’t.
“Are you afraid of drowning?” Amelia asked.
“Of course. It would be a horrible way to die.”
Amelia seemed to think about that, then suddenly pulling back her arms she gave her mother an almighty shove sending her over the edge into the sea.
Olivia was too startled to scream. Her hands and legs flailed desperately in the water. “Amelia,” she tried to gulp. “Throw…throw me…the lifebelt.”
Amelia only watched her.
“Amelia! Please.”
Amelia turned away and went to sit at the table where she’d left the book she was reading.
Fifteen or so minutes later her father appeared from the cabin.
“Hello, sweetie,” he yawned, ruffling her hair. “Are you OK?”
Amelia nodded.
He looked around, taking in the fresh sea air, calm waters, and distant shore. “Where’s your mother?” he asked.
Amelia shrugged and carried on reading.
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