Poll: Were you bullied as a child?

[Avida]

Pretty minor bullying throughout, nothing overly violent but there just little violent bullying in my school.. I feel so damn sorry for most of the people on this thread..

 

[joystickjunki3]

All throughout elementary school and most of middle school I was the fat redheaded geek. I got made fun of a lot, but then I thinned out and I'm still self-conscious and all, but I feel I developed into a mostly good person. So I suppose it all evened out.

 

[Danny Smooth]

Of course, I got bullied. Anyone who's a rounded, decent human being has been bullied at one time or another.

Though I'm from a generation where bullying was conducted in the civilized forum of a fist fight. You little blighters have knives, guns and anthrax at your disposal so I'd probably lose an ear or testicle now rather than the couple of teeth I did then.

 

[Kyouran]

In my case, I'd been through four different schools before hitting high school. Most of it was centered around name-calling, with the occasional pants-ing or the like.

And I have to say, thank god it happened. I was a whiny waste of skin and oxygen then, and if not for that, I'd still be a whiny waste of skin and oxygen like some people who never toughened up.

 

[pffh]

I was bullied when I was younger. I have asthma and I back then I used to wear glasses and I was intelligent (fx my teachers told me to stop learning because I was so far ahead and I was told off for knowing how to read in first grade and that I read real books not the Andy and Lisa buy icecream bullshit). So a smart kid with glasses and low stamina a prime target.

The problem was if someone bullied me I tried to run after them and if I caught them I beat the living shit out of them, but because of my asthma that rarely happened so the bullying didn't stop.
Until one day in gym when I managed to hit the ringleader of the group in the back with a bat, and then a few more times before I was stopped by the teachers. That stopped the verbal and mental bullying (never was any physical bullying except grabbing my stuff and running around with it, being tall and built like a brick wall for most of my life has been good).

But they were a stubborn bunch and now they had learned to not mess with me they tried to figure out a new way to torment me. Then one day someone saw me pick up a coin I found on the ground and that started the weirdest case of bullying I've ever known.
They actually started to take their allowance, go to a shop and get it changed into coins and then throw it on the ground in front of me and then laugh while I picked the money up and kept it.

I'm talking about 6-7 kids that threw ca 10$ worth of money in front of me every week for about a year. It took them a year to figure out that basically giving me money didn't annoy me or cause any harm to me. After figuring that out they stopped.

 

[Daveman]

i was bullied coz I'm a short arse. also I'm not way up the chart in popularity. I hadn't been picked on particularly beofre secondary school because I'm such a nice guy XD but in secondary school I got bullied quite a bit for the first couple of weeks. At first I decided I wasn't going to do anything because it wasn't particularly bad but it must have been building up inside me or something. coz one day this guy pushes me over and i land and hurt my back a bit. but i immediately got up, tripped him over and proceeded to stamp on his face for about 5 seconds before I regained control of myself. nobody has ever picked a fight with me since so happy days...

 

[Kyuumi]

I haven't been bullied, I'm the guy that everyone at school likes, which sounds a bit boastful, but I dont know one person who doesn't like me and my group of friends is huge, we all stick up for eachother so its all cool.

I have picked on some people before but that was just for the fun of it, or they were just complete faggots and asked for it.

 

[sequio]

i am happy to say my bullies either bag my groceries or are in jail. I was supposed to be part of a jury too, but i said i knew the defendant so was kicked out. He ended up guilty anyway.

 

[Sewblon]

When I was a kid I got bullied sometimes but I usually hit my assailant in the head with a hard plastic toy, then they ran away crying, then my parents got into a fight with their parents, then I never saw that kid again. I don't really think that I was a bully myself but I was pretty scrappy and my parents usually took my side. Now that I think of it I and all the other kids that lived in the neighborhood in Connecticut wear I spent the first 6 years of my life wear, evil.

 

[Jharry5]

So what side were you on the bully factor? Do you have funny bully storys? Share them with us!

Once I got locked in the hardcourt area (basically a gravel pitch to play football on) of my old school with a guy twice my size, who proceded to beat seven shades out of me to an audience of over fifty...

So yeah, fun times!
How I miss school. [/sarcasm]

 

[Jharry5]

Sorry, double post. Didn't mean it...

 

[Mrsoupcup]

I was picked on buy this fat kid because I'm Jewish and it never would stop, so I picked up martial arts and kicked the crap out of his fat fucking wop ass.

(I like Italians, sorry if I offended you also I'm catholic but my Mom is a jew)

 

[Ursus Astrorum]

I'd always been the black sheep of the school, preferring to read, write, or sit and think instead of going around doing little kid things. I got a good bit of ridicule for it, mainly in the form of folks trying to interrupt me in some way. Whether or not I let it get to me, though, is a completely different tale.

And now, a few stories.

My favorite thing to do with random asses is the following. Keep in mind that I almost always have a book or notebook on my person everywhere I go.

Spoiler

Me: *reading book off to the side of average commotion*

Random Ass: *bounds up, attempts a 'witty' insult*

Me: ... *adjusts glasses and turns page without looking up*

R.A.: *slightly louder and more vulgar insult*

Me: ... *continues reading without looking up*

R.A.: *somewhat desperate ploy for a reaction*

Me: ... *continues reading, still not looking up*

This continues until they either go away or take my book.

R.A.: *takes book*

Me: *pulls another book out of my bag, flips open to a random page, and continues reading as if nothing had happened*

For another more interesting occasion, I wound up getting on the bad side of one of the class clowns/bullies of my Freshman class. He was a rather short, goofy-looking kid, nonetheless loved by the greater part of the room for his vulgar 'wit'. For the sake of conversation, his name is Jimmy.

Spoiler

Jimmy starts to prattle on about some made-up generalizations (I'm a goth and a psychopath because I don't like to talk about sports and gossip and I usually sit off to the side of social gatherings, to name one), and it's rather clear after thirty minutes that while he's not going to pick a fight by trying to take my book, he's not going to shut up, either. So I eventually mark the page I'm on, close the book, look him straight in the eyes (which mine have a tendency to turn this shocking ice blue when I'm well and truly pissed), and slowly shifting from my calm tone to a much darker inflection, I say the following.

"You know, it's interesting. It really is. Interesting that you can amuse yourself for hours on end doing nothing but pulling false and demeaning statements based on logically explained behavior out of your ass. And in hopes of attention? The gratitude of knowing that you're loved for one more minute because you made a vulgar comment about the misfit of the group? I wonder if you think it's going to stay that way, that if you keep pissing the loner off you'll be loved until your dying breath?

Well, let me tell you something, Jimmy. You're not. You see, here in High School, you may be regarded as some witty effigy of charisma, but in the real world there's a word for people like you: Assholes. Assholes are the scum below scum, despised by most if not all of their former friends and neighbors. They are nobodies, nothings, outcasts of society.

Since you spend all day poking fun at innocent people, and you obviously don't pay attention, you won't learn a thing. And without knowledge, you have nothing, no power in this world. You will be consigned to a second-rate apartment in some back alley of town, unknown and unloved. Your friends and family may forget your existence, or in the best case treat you as an embarrassing secret, a stray dog, a guilty pleasure minus the pleasure. And there you'll toil in futility, going to the same minimum-wage job day in and day out, blundering through the asphalt nightmare that is harsh reality. And, most likely, there you'll die, alone, forgotten, just another number in some overworked accountant's book.

So enjoy your taunting, Jimmy. Enjoy your High School days. They'll be the best thing you'll witness. Stay in this little fantasy of football and prom nights just a little bit longer, because the monstrosity that lurks outside these walls is quite prepared to devour you without a second thought."

Apparently, the class had begun overhearing my speech, because everyone was staring at me. I smiled calmly, nodded, and sat back down without another word. The kid sat wide-eyed for the rest of the period.

Of course, that's not entirely true in America's current culture, but it was still enough to make people leave me alone for the rest of my time at that school. And of course, I'm not nearly that dark, not in the slightest. I just like to unnerve people that seriously irk me.

 

[Eclectic Dreck]

To an extent. I have my limits though and eventually people gave up on the whole endeavor. The combination of not really caring what the hell people are saying about you and the willingness to defend myself if pushed seemed to work just fine on the bullies I dealt with. Plus, now most of those bullies have fairly miserable lives so it appears karma's got my back.

 

[WINDOWCLEAN2]

When you spend 7 years of your life picked on by your ONLY FRIENDS, the word 'bullying' seems inadequate. Year 6 was, by far, the worst of my life. Reception was a horrible year of lonliness and fear, year one was hardly better, year 2 was alright, year 3 was where I met my 'true friends' (90% malignant cockheads) year 4 was where I realised they were wankers but did nothing, year 5 was FUCKING ATROCIOUS and year 6 was spent contemplating a massacre and being picked on for my fucking obvious mental superiority to them. Jealous tossers. Until year 6 I was a quiet person, generous, kind and helpful. I did well at everything and I was a nice person. The horrible torment those wankers enforced upon me for little more than attempting to be nice hardened me - the rage was building up inside, and that didn't help. By year 7 I was a hardened emotional rock, unready to face the horrible whirlwind that was school for another 7 years.
I fucking loathed primary school.

same for me but im in secondry skool at da moment in year 9 and guess wat, still bullied!
so ive ended up as an asshole with only anger as an emotion and i hate my own father!
although thanks to my drunkard dad i have learnt some useful self defense he tought me before he started getting drunk all the time so if i get in a fight i think back to then when i still had some small control and use all my anger and rage on the bastard who picks on me.
i have a fucked up life.

 

[TheRightToArmBears]

I occasionally got bullied a bit until I was about 12+1/2 when I started kickboxing. Then it lessened after I nearly broke some kids ribs when I was 14.

 

[Lazzi]

Nope Ive always been one of the biggest peopel in my age group, so i was never bullied.

I gotten into fight but its only with the skinny short guys that hate every one whos taller than them. the beatings i gave were few and far between but not the less significant.

luckly i was nerdy and quite enough to play the "I was defendign my self card"

I also seem to suffer from a cronic case of "teddy bear syndrome".