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Did you have a bully growing up?
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Dusk Golem
A 21st Century Rockefeller
The only time I ever was bullied at all in school was in Kindergarten, and to be honest I think I was way meaner getting payback on the bully than they were to me. The time I remember the most was when I was proud of a painting I did, but he purposely came and splatted paint over it, so I walked up and punched him the face. Got in trouble of course and regret it now, but I was 5 back then.
I think some people definitely thought I was weird, but never really was bullied. One reason that probably helped me was I was childhood friends with one of the most popular girls in school and we hung and talked often (we had known each other since we were three, and though most didn't know, she had a legitimately sociopath mother who was terrible, as in she drugged guys at bars and brought them home and almost lost custody of her two daughters multiple times terrible, and she kept her home life private from almost everyone but we'd grown up together), and we got along well (until she ran away from home, which she rightfully did. I am not much in touch with her now, last I knew of she was a single mother). Even after she ran away (which was in my high school years), I never really was picked on though even after that. Three other factors probably came into play I wouldn't know until later, the first was despite being weird I guess many thought I was kind and some even defended me (I would do things like help people who were behind in class, open up doors for people, I bowed when I thanked people, I would treat 'problem' students as anyone else as they were anyone else to me in classes, I listened to people and gave my feedback and some appreciated my honesty, that sort of thing), I'm decently good looking and I guess some find my voice attractive and I only found out later there were some in high school who had crushes on me (I was way too shy and insecure back then though), and honestly I never really gave a chance for anyone to bully me. There's one other big reason but I'll save it for the end of this post.
My best friend for many years got bullied in middle school (but he fell unfortunately into the stereotypical dweeb looking category, but people laid off when I started defending him, which does raise my suspicion of some things), but I never was.
So all the above is true, but I left out the biggest reason. I never said this in school but some figured this out definitely, my dad runs a big medical marijuana clinic and was one of the biggest pot activist in my state who even did worldwide conferences, has a local television program, and such, and I guess some people put together I was his son, which probably would be a big reason why. I never told anyone, but I kind of look a lot like my dad when he was younger and some people definitely figured it out as some tried to ask me to hook them up or something, but I am no drug dealer nor touch the stuff myself.
I think some people definitely thought I was weird, but never really was bullied. One reason that probably helped me was I was childhood friends with one of the most popular girls in school and we hung and talked often (we had known each other since we were three, and though most didn't know, she had a legitimately sociopath mother who was terrible, as in she drugged guys at bars and brought them home and almost lost custody of her two daughters multiple times terrible, and she kept her home life private from almost everyone but we'd grown up together), and we got along well (until she ran away from home, which she rightfully did. I am not much in touch with her now, last I knew of she was a single mother). Even after she ran away (which was in my high school years), I never really was picked on though even after that. Three other factors probably came into play I wouldn't know until later, the first was despite being weird I guess many thought I was kind and some even defended me (I would do things like help people who were behind in class, open up doors for people, I bowed when I thanked people, I would treat 'problem' students as anyone else as they were anyone else to me in classes, I listened to people and gave my feedback and some appreciated my honesty, that sort of thing), I'm decently good looking and I guess some find my voice attractive and I only found out later there were some in high school who had crushes on me (I was way too shy and insecure back then though), and honestly I never really gave a chance for anyone to bully me. There's one other big reason but I'll save it for the end of this post.
My best friend for many years got bullied in middle school (but he fell unfortunately into the stereotypical dweeb looking category, but people laid off when I started defending him, which does raise my suspicion of some things), but I never was.
So all the above is true, but I left out the biggest reason. I never said this in school but some figured this out definitely, my dad runs a big medical marijuana clinic and was one of the biggest pot activist in my state who even did worldwide conferences, has a local television program, and such, and I guess some people put together I was his son, which probably would be a big reason why. I never told anyone, but I kind of look a lot like my dad when he was younger and some people definitely figured it out as some tried to ask me to hook them up or something, but I am no drug dealer nor touch the stuff myself.
Only on middle school but i don't care much about it anymore, since i know bullies always have something shitty going on their lives i just laugh about it when i think about that time.
It is ofcourse no fun being bullied and the one doing it, should be punished way harsher i would even support kicking bullies from school if they keep going on with it.
It is ofcourse no fun being bullied and the one doing it, should be punished way harsher i would even support kicking bullies from school if they keep going on with it.
Glass Rebel
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There was this kid in my neighbourhood that used to bully me for 1-2 years. He was a bit older and stronger, I was a little immigrant kid. Two of his friends that also helped him bully me for a while actually became my two best friends during primary school later and he stopped.
Dunno what happened to him afterwards, except that he got into some trouble because of drugs.
Dunno what happened to him afterwards, except that he got into some trouble because of drugs.
SoulUnison
Banned
Oh man, did I ever.
I'll never understand what his problem was, either.
He'd been in my Boy Scout troop for years, but he was always this super quiet guy that I just never seemed to cross paths with.
Then, in 6th grade, halfway through the year I transferred to this private Catholic school that he and a handful of my other friends went to.
It was hell.
I didn't know I was gay yet, but everybody else seemed to have figured it out for me.
I was constantly being hit with stuff from behind, pushed down stairs, called every name in the book. People would get up and move if I sat at the same table at lunch.
Once I was in the bathroom doing my business and some people took wads of toilet paper they'd wiped the urinals with and dipped in filthy, used toilets and tossed them over the stall onto me.
And it was always that same quiet, unassuming kid that led the charge.
I don't know if he'd just always hated me and never had the right environment to act on it, or if he was emboldened by some of his friends there, but he was a monster.
Kids I'd known and been friends with literally since pre-school turned on me and told me they could be my friend, but "only when nobody else is around."
I was supposed to go hang out at my friend's house after school one day, but he disappeared after class and I sat on the curb for an hour until I finally got up the courage to ask the office if I could use the phone.
He'd told his mom I'd changed my mind or something because he didn't want to be seen going home with me.
I constantly had things stolen and hidden from me, and I only ever found/got them back maybe two-thirds of the time.
Eventually it got to the point that bullying me was seriously some kind of school-wide meme.
Kids who didn't even know me or my face would walk by in the halls and I'd overhear "Did you know SoulUnison's gay?"
February of that year my dad passed away, and I went to school the next day. I have no idea why. I guess my mom and I were just kind of in shock and on auto-pilot.
I remember we were doing some art project in the morning, sitting at our desks cutting pictures out of newspaper.
I remember looking up at the guest art teacher blankly and just matter-of-factly saying "My dad died last night."
That wasn't off the table for them, apparently.
I sat alone on a bench on the far side of the playground during lunch and the usual kids bothered to hunt me down.
My dad hadn't yet been gone for 24 hours and I was hearing shit like "I bet he died to get away from you."
I came back from the bathroom once to hear the teacher giving the entire class a "Why the hell can't you just be nice to him?" speech, though she never once actually stepped in when things were happening directly in front of her.
I used to sometimes go to the bathroom after lunch/recess and just sit in a stall until somebody managed to find me and bring me back to class. I just couldn't make myself go back in that room voluntarily, and she had to have known that was the reason - most of the time she'd find me in tears - but she'd chew me out every time and make me go up to the front of the class and write my name in the "Detention Book."
We took a class overnight trip to this campground and this girl from our class asked me if I'd push her on the swings. Innocent shit, right?
I'm pushing her and a teacher wanders by and suddenly she's screaming and crying that I was "touching her butt" while a bunch of other in the background are snickering. Like...What? What 11-12 year old boy wants to touch girl's butts? Especially me? I was so upset that I went back to the bunks and just wrapped myself in blankets and hid and cried. Unfortunately I missed the call to gather for a meeting, and that's like the worst thing you can do, I guess, so my teacher made me pack up all my stuff in front of everyone and do the most humiliating march of my life to her car, where she drove me home in the middle of the night.
It got to the point where my Boy Scout leader flat out told me "They keep giving you trouble you hit them in the face and you don't stop and I will come in and vouch for you with everything I have." I just wasn't that kind of kid yet, though.
Eventually the principal got so sick of having me and a small rotation of others in his office, like, every other day, but instead of every fucking DOING something, his brilliant, compassionate suggestion was "How'd you like to start summer three weeks early?"
Basically trying to frame an expulsion/sweeping me under the rug as some kind of gift.
So, yes. I had a bully. I had a perfect storm of bullies, even.
And, god, that's only the stuff off the top of my head.
For better or worse, that six months tempered me as a person.
I'll never understand what his problem was, either.
He'd been in my Boy Scout troop for years, but he was always this super quiet guy that I just never seemed to cross paths with.
Then, in 6th grade, halfway through the year I transferred to this private Catholic school that he and a handful of my other friends went to.
It was hell.
I didn't know I was gay yet, but everybody else seemed to have figured it out for me.
I was constantly being hit with stuff from behind, pushed down stairs, called every name in the book. People would get up and move if I sat at the same table at lunch.
Once I was in the bathroom doing my business and some people took wads of toilet paper they'd wiped the urinals with and dipped in filthy, used toilets and tossed them over the stall onto me.
And it was always that same quiet, unassuming kid that led the charge.
I don't know if he'd just always hated me and never had the right environment to act on it, or if he was emboldened by some of his friends there, but he was a monster.
Kids I'd known and been friends with literally since pre-school turned on me and told me they could be my friend, but "only when nobody else is around."
I was supposed to go hang out at my friend's house after school one day, but he disappeared after class and I sat on the curb for an hour until I finally got up the courage to ask the office if I could use the phone.
He'd told his mom I'd changed my mind or something because he didn't want to be seen going home with me.
I constantly had things stolen and hidden from me, and I only ever found/got them back maybe two-thirds of the time.
Eventually it got to the point that bullying me was seriously some kind of school-wide meme.
Kids who didn't even know me or my face would walk by in the halls and I'd overhear "Did you know SoulUnison's gay?"
February of that year my dad passed away, and I went to school the next day. I have no idea why. I guess my mom and I were just kind of in shock and on auto-pilot.
I remember we were doing some art project in the morning, sitting at our desks cutting pictures out of newspaper.
I remember looking up at the guest art teacher blankly and just matter-of-factly saying "My dad died last night."
That wasn't off the table for them, apparently.
I sat alone on a bench on the far side of the playground during lunch and the usual kids bothered to hunt me down.
My dad hadn't yet been gone for 24 hours and I was hearing shit like "I bet he died to get away from you."
I came back from the bathroom once to hear the teacher giving the entire class a "Why the hell can't you just be nice to him?" speech, though she never once actually stepped in when things were happening directly in front of her.
I used to sometimes go to the bathroom after lunch/recess and just sit in a stall until somebody managed to find me and bring me back to class. I just couldn't make myself go back in that room voluntarily, and she had to have known that was the reason - most of the time she'd find me in tears - but she'd chew me out every time and make me go up to the front of the class and write my name in the "Detention Book."
We took a class overnight trip to this campground and this girl from our class asked me if I'd push her on the swings. Innocent shit, right?
I'm pushing her and a teacher wanders by and suddenly she's screaming and crying that I was "touching her butt" while a bunch of other in the background are snickering. Like...What? What 11-12 year old boy wants to touch girl's butts? Especially me? I was so upset that I went back to the bunks and just wrapped myself in blankets and hid and cried. Unfortunately I missed the call to gather for a meeting, and that's like the worst thing you can do, I guess, so my teacher made me pack up all my stuff in front of everyone and do the most humiliating march of my life to her car, where she drove me home in the middle of the night.
It got to the point where my Boy Scout leader flat out told me "They keep giving you trouble you hit them in the face and you don't stop and I will come in and vouch for you with everything I have." I just wasn't that kind of kid yet, though.
Eventually the principal got so sick of having me and a small rotation of others in his office, like, every other day, but instead of every fucking DOING something, his brilliant, compassionate suggestion was "How'd you like to start summer three weeks early?"
Basically trying to frame an expulsion/sweeping me under the rug as some kind of gift.
So, yes. I had a bully. I had a perfect storm of bullies, even.
And, god, that's only the stuff off the top of my head.
For better or worse, that six months tempered me as a person.
StrawberryJam
Member
People tried. I wore glasses and my teeth were in pre-braces mode so I was a pretty goofy looking kid, but I had the temper of a bull. So they would make fun of me, expecting me to just take it, but I would make fun of them right back. It was the easiest way to shut them up, but I got into many, many scraps as well. So strangely enough, no one really fucked with me throughout school.
F0rneus
Tears in the rain
It's weird to me to see people talking about months of being bullied. For me it was for over a decade. I mean I had teacher bullies too. It got so bad I was pissing myself in high school because of one teacher. I've never had a single friend until I reached college.
In high school, they had to take me out for a year so I could be homeschooled because the bullying got too heavy.
In my second to last high school year, I had to take my exams separately from the rest of the students. That's how bad it was. My science teacher arranged for that. She cried with me. She said she'd never seen anyone get bullied like this in her life.
So...when I see 6 months...you were lucky. I wish I was bullied for 6 months.
In high school, they had to take me out for a year so I could be homeschooled because the bullying got too heavy.
In my second to last high school year, I had to take my exams separately from the rest of the students. That's how bad it was. My science teacher arranged for that. She cried with me. She said she'd never seen anyone get bullied like this in her life.
So...when I see 6 months...you were lucky. I wish I was bullied for 6 months.
Enter The 36 Chambers
Member
I was never bullied. I was part of the crowd the bullies rocked in and definitely took part now and then. We gave some other kids shit and even broke into one of their houses before when they were on vacation.
I felt bad about it but nothing I can do now. Just try and be a better person.
I felt bad about it but nothing I can do now. Just try and be a better person.
DarknessTear
Banned
Yeah, by a lot of people. Girls used to throw big ass rocks at me, and the usual group of bullies used me as a punching bag for years until it broke me and I went a little crazy. I brought a baseball bat to school and snuck it onto the area where people hung out at during lunch in junior year. I basically tried to kill them all, but all they got were fractures I think. I was suspended for a full month and when I came back they all spread rumors about me having killed someone before and people were scared of me for the rest of my high school years. I spent all my time in the back of the class being quiet. Worst years of my li--- nevermind.
SolVanderlyn
Thanos acquires the fully powered Infinity Gauntlet in The Avengers: Infinity War, but loses when all the superheroes team up together to stop him.
A lot of them have absolutely no idea that they affect others in such negative ways, either. Obviously this usually only extends to verbal bullying, but still.
Red Liquorice
Member
Sure, plenty! I had one guy who always called me gay whenever he saw me and grabbed my dick through my trousers. Even back then I thought he was projecting.
BudokaiMR2
Member
When I was in 3rd grade a friend's older brother bullied me quite a bit. He was a 6th grader and was even big for his age so he got away with it easily.
Until one day when he pushed me off my brand new Huffy Mudslinger causing all kinds of scratches on my sexy new bike.
I ended up following him back to his house, grabbed his skateboard and broke the damn thing over his back. It's the one time in my life where I was so angry I was basically in a berserker rage.
I was ready to throw hands but that skateboard hit had him crying like a baby.
He never fucked with me or my friends ever again.
Until one day when he pushed me off my brand new Huffy Mudslinger causing all kinds of scratches on my sexy new bike.
I ended up following him back to his house, grabbed his skateboard and broke the damn thing over his back. It's the one time in my life where I was so angry I was basically in a berserker rage.
I was ready to throw hands but that skateboard hit had him crying like a baby.
He never fucked with me or my friends ever again.
nvrndr
Member
This one dude was relentless. He gave me a Pedigree into the mud. Always calling names. Throwing stuff, just a pure asshole. Then before I moved, I started hitting on his GF, who I had a history with, passing notes in class. We fucked one day after school at her place, and then on my last day I left the notes in his locker.
At the elementary school I went to class sizes were so small there was really only one or two kids who got picked on. My brother was the one in his class, so my parents sent him to another school for middle school and I ended up doing the same.
Honestly I feel like we were the bullies to this one weird kid in my grade. I don't remember anything physical or severe but I think we tended to ignore him or talk about him behind his back. Met him years later and he reminded me why he was the odd guy out, not that it made the behavior better.
Don't remember much bullying later in my school career. I was "hairy arms" for a year or so in middle school, but my memories are so hazy it clearly didn't have much of an impact. Closest I guess would be jokes that went too far, but they weren't mean-spirited from what I remember. We did play a short game of keep away with some girl's shoe in sophomore year, or something? Which ended after five seconds when someone made a bad toss and it ended up on the breezeway. Think she had to climb out the bathroom window to grab it, and I don't remember helping even though I was partially responsible, so that was probably on me.
There definitely wasn't a lot of physical or severe verbal bullying, but I went to a pretty good school so that probably reduced some of the incidences. The guys with Mustangs in the student lot probably didn't have a lot to gain by picking on other people.
Honestly I feel like we were the bullies to this one weird kid in my grade. I don't remember anything physical or severe but I think we tended to ignore him or talk about him behind his back. Met him years later and he reminded me why he was the odd guy out, not that it made the behavior better.
Don't remember much bullying later in my school career. I was "hairy arms" for a year or so in middle school, but my memories are so hazy it clearly didn't have much of an impact. Closest I guess would be jokes that went too far, but they weren't mean-spirited from what I remember. We did play a short game of keep away with some girl's shoe in sophomore year, or something? Which ended after five seconds when someone made a bad toss and it ended up on the breezeway. Think she had to climb out the bathroom window to grab it, and I don't remember helping even though I was partially responsible, so that was probably on me.
There definitely wasn't a lot of physical or severe verbal bullying, but I went to a pretty good school so that probably reduced some of the incidences. The guys with Mustangs in the student lot probably didn't have a lot to gain by picking on other people.
Dandy Lyin
Member
I was bullied pretty brutally through Elementary and Junior High. I was the kid who was obviously gay, and was threatened, insulted, humiliated, and occasionally beaten up on a daily basis. Even the small group of friends I had from elementary school turned on me in grade 8 because being my friend was social suicide(one of them would still hang out with me outside of school but wouldn't associate with me in public). I ended up pretty introverted and would have anxiety attacks every day.
My parents ended up sending me to a different High School and though I had no friends, I also I had a fresh start. Eventually I accepted who I was and gained confidence, made friends, etc.
Now I'm a pretty well-adjusted adult, though I still have issues with anxiety on occasion.
My parents ended up sending me to a different High School and though I had no friends, I also I had a fresh start. Eventually I accepted who I was and gained confidence, made friends, etc.
Now I'm a pretty well-adjusted adult, though I still have issues with anxiety on occasion.
Chairmanchuck
Member
Had some bullies in middle school. Nothing physical, but psychological bullying.
Made me feel like shit. Talked about incest with my siblings, how bad I am looking, having a "kebap nose" (i still dont get that lol), liking things for kids (manga) and stuff like that.
The worst part though was, that the bullies kinda "stole" my friends. Like my two good friends and me, we were all similar. Liked anime, Pokémon, stuff like that. So one day both of them somehow said "Pokémon is for kids. You are so childish" and gradually moved away from me in fear of they being bullied. That hurt me the most.
Later I found out they were still having these hobbies, but didnt show it in public or at school.
Some other things happened and since I was doing Karate, I broke the nose of one of my bullies. The bullying stopped and people feared bullying me and found a new victim, the russian girl in our class.
Sometimes I still feel like shit not helping her, but I guess at that time I was happy that they didnt fuck with me anymore.
Edit: Another thing. In my highschool graduation book I am placed second of the most likely one to start a massacre....
Made me feel like shit. Talked about incest with my siblings, how bad I am looking, having a "kebap nose" (i still dont get that lol), liking things for kids (manga) and stuff like that.
The worst part though was, that the bullies kinda "stole" my friends. Like my two good friends and me, we were all similar. Liked anime, Pokémon, stuff like that. So one day both of them somehow said "Pokémon is for kids. You are so childish" and gradually moved away from me in fear of they being bullied. That hurt me the most.
Later I found out they were still having these hobbies, but didnt show it in public or at school.
Some other things happened and since I was doing Karate, I broke the nose of one of my bullies. The bullying stopped and people feared bullying me and found a new victim, the russian girl in our class.
Sometimes I still feel like shit not helping her, but I guess at that time I was happy that they didnt fuck with me anymore.
Edit: Another thing. In my highschool graduation book I am placed second of the most likely one to start a massacre....
PhantomZone
Member
I had the kind of temperament that led bullies thinking I was an easy target. Some tried to get the best of me but this would be the end result for them URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8B2W6O0Z4s"]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8B2W6O0Z4s[/URL]
If they tried to start something, I finished it. When they realized I was not the push over they thought I was, the would move on and try to pick on someone else.
If they tried to start something, I finished it. When they realized I was not the push over they thought I was, the would move on and try to pick on someone else.
I had the luck to be really tall from the beginning. I was basically my endhight (1m 88cm) when i was 16. Still had some guys here and there who tried to pick on me because i was clearly not "german" (grew up in east Berlin, which had some ruff right wing/nazi years where i lived). But overall, being the "funny guy" + beeing tall helped alot.
But beeing often with the "popular" people, i saw a fair share of bullying. Kids can get really ugly fast and the group dynamic is really something else.
There are 1-2 incidents i still remember till today, where i saw someone in class getting bullied till they cried. I would apologize if i ever meet them again. These situations were not easy for me since i also tried to speak and interact with the non popular people but on the other hand didn't wantto break out of the cool peoples group since i already felt as outsider because of my immigration backround.
One really shy, little guy, often dressed very plain and sometimes weird, was bullied constantly. For some, he had really tatooed "Victim" on his forehead. One day, like 5 years later it rang on the door, and there he was, dressed in fine clothes, with his mother, trying to explain to me the fine ways of Jesus ... he was one of Jehovah's Witnesses. Nobody knew that. He spoke completely different, with fire and passion in his voice and a glimmer in his eyes. Complete different person than in school where he was like beeing someplace else with his mind. I often ask myself what happened to him.
Having a kid now, i sometimes fear the moment when she's going to be in school, and doesn't have the newest iphone 10 when everybody else has one.
But beeing often with the "popular" people, i saw a fair share of bullying. Kids can get really ugly fast and the group dynamic is really something else.
There are 1-2 incidents i still remember till today, where i saw someone in class getting bullied till they cried. I would apologize if i ever meet them again. These situations were not easy for me since i also tried to speak and interact with the non popular people but on the other hand didn't wantto break out of the cool peoples group since i already felt as outsider because of my immigration backround.
One really shy, little guy, often dressed very plain and sometimes weird, was bullied constantly. For some, he had really tatooed "Victim" on his forehead. One day, like 5 years later it rang on the door, and there he was, dressed in fine clothes, with his mother, trying to explain to me the fine ways of Jesus ... he was one of Jehovah's Witnesses. Nobody knew that. He spoke completely different, with fire and passion in his voice and a glimmer in his eyes. Complete different person than in school where he was like beeing someplace else with his mind. I often ask myself what happened to him.
Having a kid now, i sometimes fear the moment when she's going to be in school, and doesn't have the newest iphone 10 when everybody else has one.
Lot's of them, even teachers. Experienced propably everything short of heavy injuries and toilet dives (more due to my height and because I avoided the toilets).
Beatings, getting spat on, called names, psychological harassment of all kinds, including sexual harassment and blackmail. Teachers never took it seriously, victim blaming galore. One teacher trashed the contents of my drawer once because he was mad at somebody else. Another one had the christmas "tradition" to tell seasonal stories in class involving mentally challenged children but replaced my name with said challenged characters.
There was a time my bike had slit wheels nearly every week.
Beatings, getting spat on, called names, psychological harassment of all kinds, including sexual harassment and blackmail. Teachers never took it seriously, victim blaming galore. One teacher trashed the contents of my drawer once because he was mad at somebody else. Another one had the christmas "tradition" to tell seasonal stories in class involving mentally challenged children but replaced my name with said challenged characters.
There was a time my bike had slit wheels nearly every week.
SonicMegaDrive
Member
Nah. I was always the biggest kid. I mean, I still had kids who would try to fuck with me a bit, but I put em in their place pretty quickly.
I had two bad cases in middle school. Strange thing is that they were both immigrant kids from the middle east (Iran or Iraq, I can't remember). But yeah it was both physical and mental. The bullying first began because I was the new kid in school and I saw one of those guys bullying the fat kid in our class on his way home and I stepped in and protected him. All the bullying then naturally shifted onto me.
Jesus Christ...seriously?
There were some kids who tried to bully me in elementary but I fought back rather viciously and then it stopped. The main bully actually became an outcast the following year because apparently everybody was sick of his shit.
Whenever I fought back I'd end up in the principal's office. In my final year of school I was sick and tired and decided to make a final stance; I caught one of them (the biggest coward of the bunch) slashing my tires, and I snapped, I went fucking apeshit on him. They needed 3 adults to pull me off of him. Before they could even send me to the principal's, I walked there myself with my head high and a big ass grin on my face. First question he asked me was "why", my answer was "this was 5 years in the making and you couldn't handle it, I did, and fuck you for putting me there."
Me too, it's crippled me socially, I have trust issues, I don't know how to behave in groups, I have trouble giving people the benefit of the doubt, but it has also given me determination and the knowledge that I can get through shit like that and come out the other end. There's nothing this fucked up world can toss at me anymore that I cannot handle.
I've recently had a revelation, an insight, as to how all this came to pass, I think I know how I could've handled it. I now try my best to teach my daughter how to handle situations like this. I cannot prevent her from being bullied, but I can prevent her from becoming like me by handling these kind of situations like this better.
There was a clique of popular 'pretty' girls that made fun of me A LOT in middle school, especially because we shared the same gym class.
I was shy, lanky, flat, had braces, acne, cared more about Star Wars than boy bands, I was an easy target I guess.
In middle school I discovered the movie Carrie and was like "oh my god, this is me, this is a movie about me" (I mean, minus the bonkers religious mother and psychic powers) and would cheer when Carrie would take out those kids that laughed at her.
To this day half of the movie Carrie makes me tear up and the other half I'm like"Yeah, Carrie, you show 'em!"
I was shy, lanky, flat, had braces, acne, cared more about Star Wars than boy bands, I was an easy target I guess.
In middle school I discovered the movie Carrie and was like "oh my god, this is me, this is a movie about me" (I mean, minus the bonkers religious mother and psychic powers) and would cheer when Carrie would take out those kids that laughed at her.
To this day half of the movie Carrie makes me tear up and the other half I'm like"Yeah, Carrie, you show 'em!"
Always-honest
Banned
Also true. Many people i speak now are so ashamed about how they behaved as a kid.
TheLastCandle
Member
Yeah, I got bullied a lot for being overweight.
ReBurn
Gold Member
I had one in middle school. His name was Howard and he wanted to fight everybody who talked to the girl he liked. He was too dumb to understand that the girl he liked is my cousin, so he was constantly threatening me for talking to her. We actually ended up being pretty good friends in high school, though.
I had a couple. One kid used to always punch me in 6th and 7th grade. By 8th grade he moved on.
Another kid made my life hell from 6th grade to 9th grade. He ended up changing schools but naturally by the 2nd or 3rd month he switched to my school so that was another year of fun in 9th grade. He made fun of me, threatening to beat me up, hit me, spit at me, pushed me. I was a small and skinny kid so I never stuck up for myself at all.
He ended up moving so he switched schools at the end of 9th grade and it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. If he died of cancer tomorrow I wouldn't give a shit.
Another kid made my life hell from 6th grade to 9th grade. He ended up changing schools but naturally by the 2nd or 3rd month he switched to my school so that was another year of fun in 9th grade. He made fun of me, threatening to beat me up, hit me, spit at me, pushed me. I was a small and skinny kid so I never stuck up for myself at all.
He ended up moving so he switched schools at the end of 9th grade and it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. If he died of cancer tomorrow I wouldn't give a shit.
Typical bullying stuff. I was cornered in the restroom regularly, held up against the wall, and told how dare I go by any name other than my nickname, and I was always to answer to my nickname only.
Also, that my family and I were trash, and that the bully could do whatever he wanted to me b/c his family was rich and his father was a lawyer that could get him off no matter what he did and ruin my family's life.
I eventually snapped and beat the shit out of said kid. Go figure nothing bad happened to my family. Also gained huge respect after said fight. They weren't lying when they said school is similar to prison.
Also, that my family and I were trash, and that the bully could do whatever he wanted to me b/c his family was rich and his father was a lawyer that could get him off no matter what he did and ruin my family's life.
I eventually snapped and beat the shit out of said kid. Go figure nothing bad happened to my family. Also gained huge respect after said fight. They weren't lying when they said school is similar to prison.
captainpat
Member
Nope, was pretty much the one of tallest kid in my grade. Plus I went to majority white schools since middle school, me being black, meant people thought I was a lot tougher than I looked. Thank you stereotypes.
Generally I stood up to the few assholes in my life, and they stopped bothering me.
BUT, there was one kid in my neighborhood. 2 yrs older than me, much bigger than me..didn't stand much of a chance, and he just liked to pick on people.
When he was 18, he joined the Marines. Did 2 tours in Iraq, was terribly affected by PTSD, and I think learned a lot of things about himself. Now, he's one of the nicest people I know, and he stands up for people who are bullied. Happy to now call him my friend.
BUT, there was one kid in my neighborhood. 2 yrs older than me, much bigger than me..didn't stand much of a chance, and he just liked to pick on people.
When he was 18, he joined the Marines. Did 2 tours in Iraq, was terribly affected by PTSD, and I think learned a lot of things about himself. Now, he's one of the nicest people I know, and he stands up for people who are bullied. Happy to now call him my friend.
linkandzelda
Member
Not really.
The closest was when I was 11 there was a kid called Gezim. He was annoying and pretty stupid and far larger than me. I started it when I got annoyed at him being loud and obnoxious in an RE class and called him "gayzim" (yep, that's how creative I could get at 11). He was infuriated by it and I could tell so I repeated it multiple times. I thought everything would blow over after class as it always seemed to do when I was a kid but that didn't happen. Straight after class when we were on the stairwell going down he caught up to me and literally picked me off the ground. I was irrationally calm given that he was about to beat me up, thankfully he did this in the fucking school (I said he was stupid) so a teacher stopped it quickly and I ran off. The next day he brought in a BB gun and tried to shoot me with it a few times, he missed. For about another week he tried to catch me out of school to beat me up, but he never managed to and just seemed to give up and then everything just went back to normal.
Also got a bit of verbally teasing for being weird but it was pretty rare, and I honestly didn't care.
The closest was when I was 11 there was a kid called Gezim. He was annoying and pretty stupid and far larger than me. I started it when I got annoyed at him being loud and obnoxious in an RE class and called him "gayzim" (yep, that's how creative I could get at 11). He was infuriated by it and I could tell so I repeated it multiple times. I thought everything would blow over after class as it always seemed to do when I was a kid but that didn't happen. Straight after class when we were on the stairwell going down he caught up to me and literally picked me off the ground. I was irrationally calm given that he was about to beat me up, thankfully he did this in the fucking school (I said he was stupid) so a teacher stopped it quickly and I ran off. The next day he brought in a BB gun and tried to shoot me with it a few times, he missed. For about another week he tried to catch me out of school to beat me up, but he never managed to and just seemed to give up and then everything just went back to normal.
Also got a bit of verbally teasing for being weird but it was pretty rare, and I honestly didn't care.
FrontalMonk
Banned
I got teased a crapton in elementary school. I largely blame the fact that I grew up in a town full of military brats so in 2nd grade my two friends I had made moved away and everyone else had already formed up their cliques. Most of the class had fun at my expense, but there was a small group of bullies that were the worst on me, and I specficially remember four of them crystal clear. One of them I finally turned on in sixth grade and punched him solidly enough in his chest when the teacher wasn't looking that he left me alone for a while, but he and I got into another fight in 7th grade that didn't go as well for me.
These days I'm not on speaking terms with any of them and I've never bothered to facebook stalk them or anything else. I think if I did it would just depress me if they were really successful in life. I had someone come back to me and apologize for making fun of me back in the day, a come to jesus moment for him. I realized that I didn't really give a shit about any of the crap he did, and that forgiving him basically just meant clearing his own conscience. It was no skin off my back so I was happy to do it. We're FB friends now, but only really had a real conversation about anything way back then.
These days I'm not on speaking terms with any of them and I've never bothered to facebook stalk them or anything else. I think if I did it would just depress me if they were really successful in life. I had someone come back to me and apologize for making fun of me back in the day, a come to jesus moment for him. I realized that I didn't really give a shit about any of the crap he did, and that forgiving him basically just meant clearing his own conscience. It was no skin off my back so I was happy to do it. We're FB friends now, but only really had a real conversation about anything way back then.
I was bullied through ages 6 to 16. Those years were rough, even though there wasn't much physical bullying, mostly just psychological. I was completely isolated, so I didn't have almost any friends during those years. Nobody really tried to help me, my parents just told me to get a thicker skin when I told them about bullying.
It all ended when I changed from junior high to high school. My grades were good, so I got to a good school where I didn't know anyone, and nobody knew me. Suddenly I had friends and I found out I was actually an extrovert. It was... a very liberating experience. I'm a very different person now, thanks to it. I don't know if I would have been able to withstand the bullying much longer.
//As for who it was, well... there was no real active force behind it, but it was the majority who didn't do anything, and just rolled with it, that made it happen.
It all ended when I changed from junior high to high school. My grades were good, so I got to a good school where I didn't know anyone, and nobody knew me. Suddenly I had friends and I found out I was actually an extrovert. It was... a very liberating experience. I'm a very different person now, thanks to it. I don't know if I would have been able to withstand the bullying much longer.
//As for who it was, well... there was no real active force behind it, but it was the majority who didn't do anything, and just rolled with it, that made it happen.
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