My memoir; Bullying Continued

So bullying continued, I remember a trip to Portsmouth, around here somewhere, I forget the exact location but myself and a few others went out for a drink. We went a little bit too far but not far enough that I don't remember. I remember being in a bunk bed and some lads were flicking things at me. At the time I didn't know what it was, but I remember one sticking to me and I couldn't get it off. I remember I went to get up, but I had been tied to my bed with all my clothing end to end. I want to be able to laugh at it, because that in itself is somewhat decent as a prank.. but I've never been able to laugh at it. When I woke in the morning, what was stuck to me was a melted curtain piece, similar to what I've added in the picture next to this block of text.

The person who did this was T Suckling. He never liked me, and I'm sure enjoyed bullying me too and thus, from this point out, I never liked him either. Fellow people in tow were C Hyland, and someone else, but I forget.

Another person I don't like is R Burge. This guy used to love pissing up my door in Mons barracks. This was more of a passive-aggressive bullying dirty twat. Usually when I had a lady friend over. At the time I was single and just enjoying life, but it was hard with dickheads like him.

O' Sullivan. He used to punch me a lot. sometimes for no reason. At the time of his punching me, I was unaware I was Autistic. but, looking back it was self-evident in all the above cases. Unfortunately, a few years ago, O'Sullivan was out with his Mrs in Birmingham (This is after I finished in the military), visiting from London and some lads said something to him, he tried to brush them off and later these lads jumped him and beat him to a vegetable state. I wanted to feel bad, but all I could feel was relief. Relief that he felt what he had done to me and others all these years prior. I left it for about 2 years. I heard he was unable to walk and couldn't talk and his current Mrs left him... all things I didn't care about.

I tried to reach out to him last year, and it was clear he didn't remember me. This is paraphrasing. So I said I was in the guards with him and I was in his platoon and he was a platoon Sgt when I was with him. He asked if we were friends I was honest and said no not really but I wanted to reach out and let try to put our past behind us. But he persisted in asking why we were not friends, and I said well, you used to punch me and didn't like me. He responded 'Well I must have done something to deserve it' I desperately wanted to say well you must have deserved your beating in Birmingham, but I didn't. I just said something along the lines of, well OK then.

One to add, though he never bullied me. But he bullied nonetheless and got caught doing it in Catterick Training Centre is this guy. Liam Cruise-Taylor.

Bullying is no joke. Bernie Mongan was dead in the barracks for 3 weeks before he was found. Dead because of bullying. I think from a personal view 3 weeks was, when the battalion went on leave, it wasn't noticed because of this, and when they returned and were on roll call and couldn't get to his room because it was locked, it would have had the master key to get in and then he would have been found. Incredibly sad. What a waste of a life. Bernie was a good lad. A fun Irish lad to be around.