My dad explained to me that I had to stick up for myself, since no one else would.
He was the black sheep in his family and had a terrible childhood. Now he has an entire empire in the palm of his hand, that he made from the ground up.
He told me that if someone made fun of me, or hit me, or bullied me, to hit them right in the face.
Now this was told to me after months of teasing and bullying(I got hit by a car 2 days into summer vacation, cast from hip to toe on left leg for 6 months, so I got pretty fat even though I was 7 or 8), so it was a relief for me.
I started standing up for myself, and my friends, I became an anti-bully in my eyes, people looked up to me as some sort of, well, hero.
So began my reign of anti-terror, which last for quite a few years, many fights, suspensions, charges, expulsions, and most importantly, doing the right thing.
I stuck up for myself and people who had no one to stand up for them and was praised for it, not that I got drunk with power, it just felt good, karma I suppose.
That's what kids really need, someone to stick up for them, not more sessions with some doctor or some other fool, they need someone to look up to, someone to help.
IMO of course.