My bullying bastard was what Tim Field describes as a sociopath. In the bully's case, he used his voice as a weapon. Everything he did to me was said so that only I could hear it except on one occasion when he actually bawled me out in front of the rest of the staff - who did nothing, they were too busy trying to stay out of target range themselves.

(One of the biggest issues I had to deal with, within myself, was the fact of being thrown to the wolves by 40 or so other people who could see everything that he was doing to me. In Schindler's Ark/List there is a scene where the commandant of the concentration camp would finish his breakfast everyday, go out onto the verandah of his cottage with his gun, and randomly shoot anyone who took his attention.   It was totally random and the inmates never knew who would die next or why, so it was every man/woman for him/herself.

Only two people in that section showed their innate sense of humanity and helped me by not avoiding my eyes and turning away when I tried to talk to them. I bless them often with all my heart.

Helen