I don’t know if this is something people say in other countries, but in my country, there’s this common cliché or “wisdom” where adults will assure you that the people who picked on you in environments like school will universally develop lives of hardship later on, one way or another getting into mayhem.
I asked my mother one day what happened to all those people growing up. I can sense she may have been sugar coating it, but she said something along the lines of “well, I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and became a teacher, and waited some more, and finally watched as my bullies had to go into retirement five years late, yay” (okay, not really like that, but it might as well have been).
Yeah, common theme in my experience that what we hope for is never “that” set in stone. No matter where in the community (or even long-distance communicating) you knew them from, based on life, how much approximate correspondence do you associate with that mindset in the first paragraph?
Having receieved lessons of the social worker field, it always scares me to think old bullies are filling in the roles.
I mean, it’s possible that’s remorse, education, acceptance, and repentance at work.
Not all bullies are really bad people at heart … some just have a bad home life and nobody to teach them healthy outlets or how to make friends.
Not just that though, but depending on where you live, social workers themselves can be the bullies. In particular, in the US, the CPS, a branch of social services, is perhaps the epitome of capitalistic abuse. They make a living by framing people for domestic abuse messes and ruining everyone’s lives when society is peaceful. Social services is as corrupt as gains will motivate them to make it.