Once upon a time, I was on the receiving end of some physical primary school bullying. The two boys in question were actually good friends of mine. We got on very well in the classroom, but the two of them had started karate together and acquired a habit of practising their moves on me at breaktime. Not a day went by when I didn’t end up crying, and it wasn’t long before I’d had enough. I didn’t confront them, nor did I report it. Instead, I went…
