Ever Been Bullied? If So, How Did You React?

[TheLaofKazi]

A lot actually. I was the angry, weird, anti-social kid. I still am today in a way. I just harness my anger and contempt toward many people in my school in the form of healthy humor, and my anti-social tendency has transformed into one that involves hanging out with non-assholes. And if anything I've gotten weirder.

I was never really physically bullied, but I got hit with a lot of verbal and mental harassment. I didn't react to it well, I would get angry often and try to fight back. Fortunately, but also somewhat unfortunately, I wasn't as good at being an asshole as them.

My attempts to not be awkward and uncool ironically resulted in me being even more awkward, lame and uncool then I already was. It sort of led me to close up for a while and not try to talk to people. A lot of my middle school years (6 to 8th grade) were pretty depressing.

But eventually I ignored them, stopped being angry at them and enjoyed my life. People generally improved a lot in Highschool too. There's still a few people who hate me, for whatever reason.

 

[Peteron]

In seventh grade, a kid by the name of _____ kicked and punched me all of the time each day in our science class. (Under the desk of course) I am a relatively peaceful person but one day I just had it. I took my pencil, and stabbed him in the leg as hard as I could. He was bleeding. He hee...And guess what? We are friends now. Irony for the win.

 

[MagicMouse]

Well, up until about 8th grade I just beat up the kids that got too bad, as in those days the punishment didn't involve police, and everyone was about the same size.

Now that im in high school, I have to resort to wit and patience.

I had a few fights in school but the teachers never really got mad at me because they knew I was a good kid. I remember in 3rd grade I made this kid eat dirt (he deserved it) and HE was the one that got in trouble.

 

[DrScoobs]

never got badly bullied. luckily i went to a school that had approximatley no assholes who were popular. managed to get in with the popular kids (who are the nicest people you could ever meet) and was never made fun of .
guess im lucky compared to some of the other stories on here.

 

[Call4Duty]

For some strange and honestly scary reason nothing makes me calmer or laugh as much as other peoples anger. On xbox live sometimes my friends, if the mood takes them, can be pricks, I just show extreme apathy to piss them off and it leaves me in stitches. I am more than likely going to be beaten up one day for this but when someone shows aggression toward me it makes me break out in uncontrollable laughter. According to my friends this is going to lead to some nasty pub situations. I just laugh in the face of pig headed aggression, it sets me off and i dont for teh life of me know why. Works to dissuade them though, makes them angry beyond belief.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING?!"
"This is hilarious, or am i the only one to appreciate the humor?"

Yeah, me too actually. I've actually got in a few fights for laughing my ass off at some meatheads. It doesn't help that I'm like 135 lbs and I don't look like much of a fighter. But I never really had a problem, what with my biting wit and surprising upper body strength

Spoiler: A good example. Explicit!

In middle school, this one dude who was basically illiterate was hitting on my friend and he sounded SO DUMB (honestly two sentences did not go by where he didn't use 'fucking' as an adjective.) I was giggling my ass off a little ways away. He comes up with a "The fuck you fucking laughing at, fucker?"
Of course I had to put on my best caveman impression. Jaw out, back hunched, everything. "(ha) I'm (haha) fucking laughing at (hahaha) your FUCKING talk-HAHAH-ing. FUCK...AHAHAHAHA!!"
For some reason, this made Hulk angry. So he kinda came at me and I just got a hand on his shoulder and "swept the leg." I ended up in like a UFC ground-and-pound position so I looked him in the eyes and said "learn some better adjectives and then come see me again," slapped him on the cheek a little, and got up. I haven't talked to him since, probably because he's still working on a comeback. Hilariously our Gym teacher was breaking up a fight in the locker room so nobody saw anything, haha

 

[MelziGurl]

I was bullied throughout primary school, mainly grade 3 through to half of grade 5. In those short few years I was very anti-social and cried when I was at home. That was only the mental trauma. Physically I would be in sick bay all day with migraines, vomiting and one week an ulcerated throat because of the stress on my body. I was extremely self concious at 8 years old, hence the phsyical and mental trauma. My bullying was never physical just mental.

 

[Low Key]

In seventh grade, a kid by the name of _____ kicked and punched me all of the time each day in our science class. (Under the desk of course) I am a relatively peaceful person but one day I just had it. I took my pencil, and stabbed him in the leg as hard as I could. He was bleeding. He hee...And guess what? We are friends now. Irony for the win.

That's the weird thing about bullies. Since I left high school, even though punches were exchanged, those who picked on me now act quite friendly towards me. I'm sure it has a lot to do with people finally growing up, but even before I graduated, a few of them decided to call a truce. I'm not sure what makes bullies want to be friends after they get punked.

 

[Sacman]

this one asshole my freshman year... pulled a knife on him. he never even made eye contact after that.

 

[Ham_authority95]

I used to be bullied to an extent in middle school, but it still made every good day a bad one and every bad day more horrible.

Since then, I've developed a reputation of being "Generally nice, but psychotic-you-don't-want-to-be-in-his-way when he's pissed."

So far, it hasn't brought any trouble.

 

[Volstag9]

Nowadays i can't find a single person who hates me none! I'm actually happy to see that.

But, in fifth grade there was this one asshole... long story short, after repeated harassment i went nuts attacked him and i think he was kicked out of my school never really saw him again... we used to be okay friends before this...

Same situation with verbal abuse in 7th grade. It was taking a toll on me. Friends hardly did a damn thing to help save for a few of them. I stopped it myself in 8th grade peacefully. The kid who did most of the abuse sorta hates me but i think he got kicked out of my school or left for a different reason.

Now i got new much better friends (and a few old friends i still hang around with) and the others who were hostile to me in the 7th grade are now sorta my friends/acquaintances.

 

[Lordmarkus]

Uhm, first year I switched school so I became this new kid that enjoyed tennis instead of football. Blasphemy, I know. Had a hard time to "get in the gang" but I managed, after half a year or so they were my friends. Submit to authority I guess.

6th grade. German class. Two assholes. No friends in german class. Lucky for me it was only german classes they were present (and my floorball team) and the german classes split the next year. Managed to sock one of them in the stummock, mission accomplished.

9th grade. Tired of the class, tired of the school. The girls in the class felt that our class was the apitamy of friendship and solidarity and felt the need to create a communist well-fare state were everyone followed their whip. I refused, got frozen out and trapped myself in this weird pseudo cult where I saw myself as a Nietzschian übermench (yup, I know) and haven't quite left the cult yet. Half way there though.

 

[Freshman]

through most of elementary and middle school, but i didn't really give a shit on account of my incredibly low regard for most humans (seriously, the list of people who I respect to even the slightest degree is like less than 20). i semi-moved school districts after that, and most of those people were all gone, and high school went pretty well, accept for this one kid named... lets call him "steve" who said he would kill me with a beebee gun(how do you spell that ?) because i was "so fucking stupid" . So i naturally kicked him in the hip (not the most effective fighting move) but he happened to have his weight on his other foot and he went down. I went for him on the ground but this friend of mine who is in ROTC pulled me off of him before i could do anything. I was not satisfied, so i went to his house and cut all the valve stems off of his car, and photo-shopped him into a picture hugging a female friend of mine,(I love when people put easily manipulate-able images on facebook) and showed that to his girlfriend. When he got new tires on his car, i cut the stems again. And then for the peace-of resitance I took all the papers he passed up in our world geo class, and hid them in this atlas that we never used in a basket underneath my desk (the thought there being if he ever accused me of doing something, i could feign innocence, and if they found the papers, i could say they were planted there to make me look bad. not like im stupid enough to hide them under my own desk). He failed that semester. Yes it was probably overkill, but maybe he shoulda thought of how much i hated him before he messed with me

EDIT: I thought of another one not involving me where this dude in a cast beat the shit out of three guys at once cuz they called him gay. when security was walking them out of the cafeteria, cast man didnt have a scratch, and the other people were about as fucked up as i had ever seen.

 

[Betancore]

I've never been bullied physically, but I went through a lot of verbal bullying in my first two years of high school. For the last four years I've attended all girls' schools, and seriously, girls seem to have perfected the method of bullying without getting caught. This was also when everyone first started using social networking sites, so the bullying followed me home a lot of the time, and I didn't know back then that I could just save logs and copy and paste everything to show my mum, so I never did anything about it. At school, they never did or said anything obvious, so even if I told someone they'd just say I was overreacting. I got into my current school at the end of year 8 so I made the switch.

 

[bumptheelephant]

I was verbally bullied from the age of 7-16 for being a bit chubby (not even that much lol); mainly by girls but not exclusively. Not a pleasant experience at all but one that has definately influenced my career choices in a positive way; I work with young people in a similar situation etc.
So for me it was ultimately a very dark cloud with a silver lining....

 

[kaveradeo]

Since he was an ass my friends and i literally destroyed him emotionally by constantly shunning him saying we hate him then he would be like who actually hates me? then all my friends were like yes we all do please leave. Now hes a better person from our rough treatment but i still dont like him at all.

 

[theironbat46]

Spoiler

Worked until high school, where I met this annoying little twerp named Devin...

My name is Devin... It's a good thing I've never had my head smashed in lockers....

 

[Vilcus]

For the first 3 years of my school career (kindergarten to grade 2) I was victimized, kids would call me stupid, or other odd insults. Back then I didn't have control over my temper, so I always just gave them a quick jab in the nose and they would run away crying. I got into a lot of trouble with the principal, but most of the ignorant and annoying brats learned to shut up.

Later on my family and I moved away, and it started again. Fortunately by now I had learned the ancient art of infintely pissing off bullies called ,"Ignoring them." Due to my size the only thing they could use was verbal abuse, because they weren't like the retards in high school who think they can take the behemoth who blocks out the sun, and makes their world a darker place. Eventually they just leave because they can't get a reaction, and won't risk starting a fight for fear of physical retaliation, or administrative intervention (several fights I've been in have gotten the other guy suspended, and I actually got a pat on the back for it).

 

[RootbeerJello]

I've dealt with verbal bullying, and usually come out on top because my indifference makes people look like a massive dick. I've never had to fight though, but I'm going into Freshman year of high school, so that'll probably change in the next year.

 

[Hemlet]

Only a few times, usually solved with one or two acts of retribution. 4th grade one kid wouldn't leave me alone, constantly scribbling on my work, picking on me and the like. I have it on good authority that the teachers weren't exactly...willing to listen to me would be a good way to put it. Anyways, after a few months of that, one day during class I'd finally had it and slammed him in the back of the head as he walked by. Got taken to the office, all that nonsense, parents got called in and after about an hour and a half of conversation I got off free.

Another time in the 9th grade, some fat kid who sounded like he was 8 years old decided I'd be easy pickings, because it had been shown before I would put up with a LOT before retaliating. He got four insults out before I chased him around the school and kicked out his legs. Sprained his knee and conked his head on the ground and that ended that before it could get started.

Finally, second year of high school, sitting in German class and had to deal with the group of loud, over-confident little shits who're fully convinced that they're the best things to ever exist. Most of the year, all they were was loud and annoying, and they mostly left me alone. One day, however, they all discovered the wondrous game where you hold your hand below your waist, and if the other person looks down you get to punch them. Now, the first time they tried this on me I just looked at them and stated very plainly "I don't care what you do, but I'm not playing this game. Leave me out". To be perfectly fair, all but one of them took the message. That one decided to go and punch me in the arm anyway when I went down to pick up my pencil. He very quickly found that same pencil buried half-way in his shoulder. Teacher wasn't in the room at the time, and no one said a word. No other times since then.