were you ever bullied in school?

[Daffy F]

I wasn't really, no. I was occasionally teased, but I got along reasonably well with the 'cool' crowd, as I was in the same music class as a bunch of them, which I guess they respected when it came to playing music?
Either way, I noticed some peculiarities though. One of my friends had a terrible reputation around school. I have no idea how it happened, but whenever he faux pas'd, or did something idiotic or stupid, for some reason no-one let him forget it. Honestly, I did my share of stupid things and was embarrassed by them, as did many of my friends. But only this one guy was ostracised for things he did several years ago. To this day it till confuses me.

 

[Broady Brio]

Primary School? Quite a bit, but nothing physical.

1st half of Secondary School? Quite a lot by these guys 2 years older than me. Then my brother who was 3 years older beat them up and left me alone.

2nd half of Secondary School? A tiny bit. I didn't realise it was bullying, until it was over. But I paid the bully back twofold.

Public College? Nope. Made a lot of friends there though.

Private College? A friend once told me that Private kids would be stuck-up cuntholes. He wasn't lying. I tend to keep to myself.

 

[Aidinthel]

There was one guy who kinda bullied me in preschool and the first year of elementary school, but it never went further than regular childhood spitefulness. Ironically, he's actually not so bad anymore but I just can't find it in me to be friends with him.

 

[TheYellowCellPhone]

A bit in middle school, surprisingly none in elementary school. My main bully in middle school stopped after I pretty much flipped my shit on him and now we're both good acquaintances. Now in high school, it's just a battle of the witty insults. Plus, 'with friends like these, who needs enemies?'.

 

[Burningsok]

Yep, as a young kid in elementary school. I didn't get bullied everyday and constantly fear for my life, but I did get picked on every once in a while. My Autism at the time was apparent. I was the odd kid, and didn't fit in well. I had a few fights with different kids throughout those few years. My mom one day ended up giving me permission to put the bully in his place, since the school staff wasn't doing anything. When he knocked me over, I got right back up and did the same thing to him. I got punished along with the bully, but it didn't matter.Funny though, the bully ended up being ok with me afterwards.

Anyways when I started playing football in 4th grade, the bullying really started disappearing. The only thing I had to face was little embarrassments here and there. Middle school came around, and really the worst I got was probably girls trying to play with my mind... unless they were actually interested in me, idk. Once I got to 8th grade, well, no one tried doing anything to me at all. Football had turned me into a bull. My intimidation warded off all opposing douche-bags for the remainder of my years in high school. There were guys I played football alongside that I didn't admire much back in the day until high school.

 

[Burningsok]

I was bullied till I dropped out, no homeschooling wasn't an option what with my home being a fucking warzone, so here I am, no future just because I was different in such a way that nobody could stop fucking with me over, it got to the point where the doctors and psychiatrists I got to see due to being free for a child with "troubles" at the time, had me on so many antidepressants that I couldn't get a stiffy and I couldn't sleep, nor could I feel happyness, so I stopped taking them because due to the sudden emotional void and inability to masturbate(the one good thing in my life at the time) I was becomming suicidal.
Of course, then they put me into an alternative learning environment, where I finished grade 9 science, and math, but due to everything else in my life being a huge upheaval and not having any friends or any moral support, I rappidly became depressed again, and when I got bronchitis due to my lungs having been weakened by asthma and 2 back to back bouts of neumonia earlier in my life, It hit me like a freight train running over an egg, I was boned, couldn't go back to school for quite some time, i was out for a month after my doctor said I would be better, so I was kicked outa the "alternative learning" school and just never went back... spent 6 years in complete solitude studying all aspects of life around me, contemplating reasons, idealisms, behavioural patterns, relationships (both friendship and deeper, with all their many addaptive emotional mechanisms), and political systems and world power structure, not to mention the bajillion other things I observed and read and studied.

so yeah bullies pushing me to the point of murder plots and suicidal tendancies is what pretty much shaped who I am, and even though I work at a fucking gas station making minimum wage, I'm still able to suprise people with how smart I am when they all put me off as being a fucking retard just because I don't have a diploma.

any questions?

Whenever I have time, and it's a lot, I'll contemplate things like that. I end up losing track of time because of it lol. Thank you autistic mind

 

[Kuroneko97]

In elementary, I was given the nickname "Bobo" for no apparent reason. A girl took my report card once, and when I snatched it back we got into a fight in which I was pinned to the ground. I also had a teacher who took my homework and gave me a zero because I was doing it in class. Some kids told on me.

In Catholic school, I got got in trouble for drawing two people kissing; I think it was because my guys looked like girls at that time. One girl also seemed to hate me because I got along so well with her ex-boyfriend, and she once called me an anorexic and lesbian, and told me my hair made me look like a terrorist. I don't think I set a good image at the beginning of my year there, since I supported Obama and was Pro-choice, and the majority was the opposite.

In middle school a girl figured out who I liked, and I asked her not to tell anyone, since I didn't want anyone finding out yet. She nodded, grinned, and walked STRAIGHT to that guy and told him. He fucked with me the rest of the year, taking my pencils or staring at me just to see how I'd react, and he laughed with his friends when I gave him a note saying that perhaps the world would be better if I died. That's when I gave up on him.

I'm pretty sure my bullying is not as extreme as other people here, but it nevertheless made me more cynical and lowered my self-esteem quite a bit.

 

[ubersyanyde]

I was always bullied to some extent in primary school, no one liked me for no adequately explained reason. Obviously I didn't know that at the time, I just laughed along when my 'friends' threw stuff at me, stole my things and left me out of their games because I didn't know any better.

In secondary school (when I was 11) I realised I was stupid to accept the people I knew beforehand and actually had some proper friends. The only bullying problem I had then was this one kid who irrationally hated me and a few others who caused me to snap a few times (I did no harm, I can't throw a decent punch).

The only thing that really hits home for me is that I'm nearing the end of my compulsory education (I'm 16) and have never had a girlfriend, possibly because of people spreading rumours and definitely because of my utter awkwardness, but that's a bit off topic

 

[somonels]

For a few years, then I turned too strange for them to pay interest to me.

 

[Jakub324]

There was George, who was a dickfist. I broke two of his fingers when him and some of his friends ganged up on me and my friends. We all got excluded but it was so worth it.

 

[JasonBurnout16]

Was never bullied - was always quite popular. As one of my friends put it "Jason can make friends in an empty room". I had the odd passing nasty comment but I brushed it off with my knowledge that I would end up with a better life than them.

However one of my friends, James, was often put in the class with the nasty, useless kids simply because he was dyslexic and they picked on him constantly. One time one of the big lads said something about his mother, he went mental, jumped on the guys back and bit his ear. The guy screamed and they fought. James won and the bully ended up crying. With him fight the bullies was literal.

 

[darkcalling]

I was an easy target so I got this kind of crap on and off all through school.

Worst was freshman year though. (note: this was right after the columbine shootings)

Guy named Lance decided that I was to be his whipping boy. Somehow after running out of other ideas to bully me he told the campus cop that I had been bragging about a hit list and was planning on shooting him and a bunch of other people. This resulted in me going to juvie hall for the weekend and not being allowed on school grounds for the last six weeks of class. I did my schoolwork at the hospital where they gave the GEDs.

Last I heard of him he had managed to turn pretty much every one of his friends and family against him with his douchey redneck routine and was dying a slow and painful death to cancer. Norally I wouldn't wish it on anyone but if anyone deserves it, it's him.

 

[SquirePB]

I took a bit of shit for being small my never anything serious. It helped that people knew I'd been doing martial arts since I was seven so as much shit as the jocks would talk when ever they issued the challenge and I didn't back down they'd usually decided to walk away with their asses in one piece. Probably a good thing for me cos since then I learned how mental unprepared I was for an actual fight haha

 

[Gnarynhar]

All throughout high school. By everyone except the year 11s and 12s (who were probably too busy with their VCEs). Nothing was ever done about it.

After a while, I was perfectly happy to start throwing punches if I could catch them, which apparently led to me getting a nickname of "Psycho".

Towards the end I would just walk out of class, grab my stuff and leave, then walk to the nearest payphone to call for a ride home. Around then I was also getting panic attacks every morning, could never stand to consume anything more than a mug of tea for breakfast and would have such bad heartburn around lunchtime that all I could manage were two choc-mint meal replacement diet biscuits.

Finally midway through year 11 I left at the end of the day and said "That's it, I am not going back in there".

I moved onto classes at the local TAFE, where the lack of psychopathic assholes greatly reduced my stress levels and let me largely regain my temper from the hair-trigger it was ground down to.

 

[Merkavar]

in my experience you were either bullied or were the bully. i cant think of anyone from highschool or primary school that didnt get bullied or bullied someone atleast once.

 

[Generalissimo]

i kinda was, in high school it caused a divide of people, those who hated me and those who were my friends. the opposinng factions came complete with shifting territories, opposing values and charismatic leader.

 

[InfernoGlow]

Yeah it sucked.

what happened? DK

 

[everythingbeeps]

Not really. I was pretty invisible. There was maybe one person who ever got it in his mind to treat me like shit, and he was a childhood friend (a locational necessity, as he lived two doors down from me in a neighborhood largely empty of kids), but grew up to be a completely fuckhead. If he's not in jail or dead right now, I'd be utterly shocked.

So if he could be said to have "bullied" me, it was pretty much entirely verbal. But on the other hand, (and almost to his credit, sad to say), he was very strong and knew I was very weak, and he still never really attacked me physically.

 

[rayen020]

yes i was bullied, i was transfered to different school and in the middle of the third grade, from that point on until eigth grade i was the new kid. i was teased, picked on and a few times beaten. the teachers knew and let it happen because verbal abuse was not punishable and the times when there was violence i fought back meaning i was the one who got in trouble.

This was my dark time. oddly because of it i ended up enjoying high school more than any other time in my life.

 

[Veldt Falsetto]

I was bullied in primary and secondary school by both other students and teachers though I don't remember primary all that well.

I remember my mum telling me a story about when I was in primary school.

I was bullied by everyone but my close group of about 3 or 4 friends but most of all by a girl whos name will obviously stay private.

This girl would torture me throughout my life in primary school. My dad had just died and one day she was trying to make my life hell and I just flipped and smacked her one right in the face. She told the teacher and I got detention every lunch of that year for hitting a girl. My mum protested but all they could say in their defense was "I don't care what she was doing, he shouldn't have hit a girl, that was wrong"

I was constantly called useless by my teachers in primary school, beaten up by the male bullies and tortured by the females.

In Secondary School the teachers were slightly better though I was still called useless by some of them. I remember my second girlfriends form tutor was my maths teacher and that teacher worked every lunch, maths and form at breaking us up because she was an intellectual and I was...well, useless riff raff. Needless to say, it worked.

The students in secondary were much worse, yeah I wasn't really troubled by the girls but the guys would constantly beat me up, twice a day if I was lucky. I would come home cut and bleeding, I wouldn't fight back because I was too weak to fight against 5 bigger guys at once and it would just end up worse for me. It settled down as I got to the end of my school days but I fought back once and again got in trouble for it.

It seemed the teachers wouldn't stop them, only punish me and the kids wouldn't care about anything, just stand and watch as I got beaten to a pulp every day of my life.

It even happened out of school when a bunch of "chavs" were trying to fight my friends. Me being more brave in my older age I tried to stop them and watched to make sure my friend was going to be ok. At first there were a lot of us there on hand but as the fight went on few of us stayed until there were only 3 of us and my friend and about 20 of them. As my friend lost they turned to me and my other two friends. We ran. As a bit of a martyr at the time I turned away from the two of them ran down a hill away from both the horde and my friends and I curled up and blocked as 20 older, bigger guys punched and kicked me in the head until I collapsed. Thankfully I heard a female voice shout stop just as I'd been kicked in the teeth and about to collapse.

She said "What are you doing to him, stop, why are you doing this, is it just because he looks different"

The group shouted "YEAH!" and proceeded to kick me

She shouted stop again and begged them to stop...they did and went away.

She helped me up and said to me "You do know they would have killed you right..."

I just said "Yeah...thanks, have you seen anyone else? Has anyone else been hurt?"

At that time my two friends came back for me with cricket bats and a group of others with whatever weapons they could muster.

Everyone else was fine and I was glad I had managed to stop them going through what I had.

Yeah...I wrote way too much eh