Yes, during the first four years (mainly in 3rd and 4th) of elementary school - everything from verbal abuse to physical one. I was an idiot back then, raised as a catholic, having the whole "turn the other cheek" ideology drilled into me from an early age didn't help, I was also affraid of seriously hurting others if I defended myself. My friends never helped me, teachers were useless, parents powerless, praying to god... goes without saying how effective *that* proved to be.
But at one point I snapped - I gave in to the rage that was building inside for all that time: I fought back, beat one of the bullies until I had blood on my hands, never had any trouble after that. The experience opened my eyes, I finally realized that the only person I can really rely on is myself. It was a breaking point in my life, the begining of a path leading to... well, freedom. To think I owe it to a bunch of moronic brats...
But at one point I snapped - I gave in to the rage that was building inside for all that time: I fought back, beat one of the bullies until I had blood on my hands, never had any trouble after that. The experience opened my eyes, I finally realized that the only person I can really rely on is myself. It was a breaking point in my life, the begining of a path leading to... well, freedom. To think I owe it to a bunch of moronic brats...