"bullies had higher levels of anger, depression, emotional disaffection, paranoia and suicidal behavior. Other studies have found that as they grow up, bullies tend to have more trouble keeping jobs, have more problems with alcohol and drugs, and are more likely to have criminal records."
There's bullies who grow up to become mature adults because when they were bullies they were know nothing kids ...
Then there's bullies who, as kids, are truly going down the rabbit hole of sociopathic behavior and stand a high chance of becoming problematic adults.
According to this author ...
The tormenter I remember most distinctly was not my first bully, nor my last, but his attacks would turn the others into footnotes.
He was in my class for years; his mom was my softball coach, driving me to and from practice when my single mother could not. In class photos his face is round and almost cherubic, but I remember it contorted in anger as he spat insults at me, telling me to shut the hell up, flailing his hands against his chest and moaning -- an approximation of what he said I sounded like. We were seated next to each other in class, year after year, and when I finally complained about this arrangement, one of my teachers said that maybe I'd be "a good influence on him."
My proximity to his mother did nothing to protect me. Sitting in the back of her van after my team lost a softball game, he snapped: "It smells in here. Close your legs." Reflexively, I did as he instructed. When his mother climbed into the driver's seat a few moments later, oblivious to what had happened, he was still doubled over with laughter. I was 10.
When I returned home, tearful and broken down, I comforted myself with the idea that one day, I would be happy and successful and my bully would not. I internalized the bromide used to soothe all bullied children of my generation -- the universe would mete out some sort of karmic justice.
Sorry, this comes across as ridiculously self-absorbed and self-centered. The bully's description comes across as Lumpy from 'Leave it to Beaver'.
The guy has long been dead -- writing about it in the WaPo as a serious think piece is shallow, but I can see how people eat this stuff up.