These are some of the faces of my Junior High School tormentors. Many of them bullied me as early as the 6th grade and continued to bully me through high school. My only reprieve came after my family moved away from Maryland and away from the bullies.
Sadly, most of these kids probably have no memory of me or their hateful behavior, yet I have suffered a lifetime of insecurity, fear, anger, worry and confusion as a result. As I look at their faces, I can see and hear them verbally attacking me, calling me a fag, laughing at me, mocking me. . . all in the name of their own selfish ego.
Tim Kuchta was one of the worst offenders, often times, turning violent. I was hit, pushed, knocked down and even spit on. Usually the confrontations would occur in front of others, designed to humiliate and degrade me. Rarely did any of the spectators come to my defense. . . they just watched and sometimes joined in, while others simply walked away.
I would have done anything to avoid them. . . unfortunately, there was never an escape.