I don't buy the idea that the world is inherently so bad that you need to be "toughened up" to deal with it. We make it that way, in order to justify what we ourselves have suffered in the past. And then we inflict in the next generation, secure in the knowledge that "it happened to me, and I turned out all right". So we get this self-perpetuating culture of "toughness", that somehow manages to make suffering seem noble, or necessary.
And whenever someone stands up as says "It doesn't have to be like this", people start going on about "political correctness".
you are so right it does not have to be like this.
There is no way to prevent the damage done in the past but there is a way to stop it, listen to the kids, listen to Your own kids, and I mean listen to them when they tell you and when they dont. Ok it mean being a parent all the time, as in 24/7, 365 it also means watching your kids, all the time, if little Jenny, or Johnny is extra quiet, or seems to want to throw a sicky instead of going to school, talk to them, but more importantly listen to them, not only what they tell you but also the stuff that they are not saying.
My daughter was being bullied by another girl she kept on feeling 'sick' or had a heachache so I talked to her, after a while (a few days0 I found out that she was being bullied by a girl whose parents was divorcing, she was feeling any attention was better than no attention. when I found out I made a point of speaking to both parents, both of whom were quite reasonable about the whole matter; in at incidence two kids lives were made better, my little girl as the bullying stopped, and the other girl who was able to tell her parents about her feeling.
A year ago, a friends daughter was being bullied, my friend believed in his kid, so spoke to the parents of the other child, who was several years older, the parents did nothing, so my friend took his daughter to Jiu-jitsu classes. She was taught self-reliance and self-confidence; I think it must have shown in her attitude as the bullying stopped with in weeks of her newfound self-confidence.
I was bullied at school, and it took years and years for the nightmare to stop, as an adult with a child of my own I no longer lay the blame solely on the scum that made my school life a living hell, I blame their parents equally as much.
There was not a week that when by when my lunch money was not stolen from me, and about 60 of my classmates, (by the same three scumbags). Think about it what you would think if your own child came home with £36 in change, (even today that is a lot of money for an 11 year old), money that you knew they hadnt got from you?
How long would you accept that they found it?