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He looked me in the eye every night and said school was fine. It hadn't been fine for almost two years. I thought bullying looked like bruises and tears. It doesn't. It looks like a group chat that goes silent the second he texts. Kids moving their trays when he sits down. Nobody picking him in gym. By the time I saw it, it had been happening for months. And he never said a word, because he'd already learned that telling me made it worse. So he handled it alone. With zero tools. Here's what finally gave him the words to handle it himself 👇