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I am sure that most people have been bullied at one time or the other. Now, I'm asking if any of you have been bullied before in your life. I have been bullied quite of few times in my life. It was mostly verbal and mental bulling, but sometime it did get physical. I remember over 2 years ago, when I beat up a bully pretty badly. I mean I fucked him up!

I told my story in another thread, but I will summarize it here. On May 14, 2009, I got fired from my job because a boy keep fucking with me until the moment that I couldn't take it anymore. I punched him in the face until it was all bloody and swollen, and his eye was blackened and closed. I almost got charges pressed on me, but they got dropped.

I'm am pretty big and strong for my age. They kid that bullied me wasn't that big or strong compared to me. But, that didn't stop him from testing my big fists against his face. Stupid fucker! I am not a confrontational or aggressive person, but when pushed to the limits, I will let the animal out of me.

So, tell me y'all story about being bullied, and how did y'all handle it.

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Yeah. It was mostly just some shunning in elementary school. Middle school was where it really got bad. Honestly I don't remember much what they actually did, just the effects the abuse & the a turning of a blind eye by the bystanders & school staff had on me. It's hard to say which is worse. I was pretty much on the edge of losing my mind in a nutshell. There were a few incidents that stood out though. I remember it was mostly mental/verbal stuff. Very rarely did it get physical. One time I had the wind kicked out of me & I almost had my head bashed into the city bus seat, though those were both only because I tried defending myself. I don't feel like getting into all the details now. We tried so many things but nothing worked. The school did what it could to brush off or straight out ignore the problem. Personally the only thing I really did were a couple of half assed attmepted suicides & scratching myself red in the shower out of sheer frustration. Also lots of escapism & searching.

On a somewhat related note, I think "bully" should be abandoned. It sounds so childish: "Aww did that mean bully do that too you?" Why can't we just call them what they really are? Abusers, harrasers, assaulters, maybe then people will take things seriously instead of letting "kids be kids".

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I was bullied... became a bully to vent from being bullied... realized i was a bully and regretted my misery of a life... continued to be bullied... tried to commit suicide, then made some really great friends and the bullying didn't stop but i felt better about myself, I was bullied for my weight and from the moment i made friends i lost all the weight and the bullies... but i still can't stand to look back at myself hanging around with the bullies bullying hoping their focus would shift :(

Oh, it was never violent bullying, just name calling and things like that.

I hated my childhood, i'm a better person now and i try to help as many people as possible :)

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whisper in the wind

Answer to the question - yes.

I was bullied bad throughout middle school (junior high). Never physically, only verbally/mentally/emotionally. I honestly think the ongoing bullying contributed a major part to how my mental state is today. It was all primarily in 8th grade, when I was placed into the most horrifically misbehaved class ever where I swear 99% of the classmates were potential delinquents who somehow avoided being locked behind bars. I was a really anxious, quiet and withdrawn person who had "no sense of style" (I wore old, thrift store-type clothing, hand-me-downs, dollar store-level outfits, stuff that one girl once told me she'd "never dare walk into school dressed like that") never wore makeup (which I was scolded for by peers frequently) and my hairstyle was apparently "out" and "old" and "ugly" and whatever other words you can imagine could be used to describe fashion. I was taunted for my curly, frizzy hair, and pretty soon the other classmates picked up on how jittery and jumpy I was (I already had a form of social anxiety) and so their primary form of bullying me was by scaring me. One day this girl who sat behind me grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me, roaring into my ears like a lion. I jumped 10 feet out of my chair and nearly had a panic attack. A bunch of kids thought it was just the funniest thing in the world and cracked up laughing. From that point it became a routine habit. Whenever the teacher wasn't looking someone would grab my shoulders or jab at me unexpectedly when I was off guard and laugh when I came close to falling out of of my seat in panic. This escalated to the point that I started refusing to go to school and in the mornings I would cry and scream and beg my mom not to make me go. I missed a ton of days and on the days that I was there, they'd take advantage. Also, in the cafeteria I was made to buy others snacks (not with my money, it was theirs) but they were too lazy to get up and walk to the machines to buy chips or a cookie, so they'd demand that I do it because they knew I wouldn't say no.

How did I cope?

I wrote a gun threat. It was fake. It was in forged handwriting with "URGENT" written on it in huge capital red letters and I left it lying in the bathroom. In the note, I targeted myself out as the person in danger as discreetly as I could (gave only my initials) and once it was discovered, the whole school went on lock down. They found out it was me who wrote the threat, but they didn't press charges because they didn't have hardcore proof, also because I never admitted or confessed, and because apparently I didn't come across as a true threat (which, I wasn't. I had no intention of doing anything, and I painted myself as the victim, not the gunman.) To this day I'm convinced it was a suicide note that I never acted on.

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I was bullied some as a kid. I suspect everyone was to a degree. I don't remember the exact series of events, but I actually became good friends with a guy who bullied me when he was new to school. By high school, bullying seemed to have gone away. Maybe it was just more discrete. Always seemed like a lot of effort though. People probably had better things to do with their time.

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On a somewhat related note, I think "bully" should be abandoned. It sounds so childish: "Aww did that mean bully do that too you?" Why can't we just call them what they really are? Abusers, harrasers, assaulters, maybe then people will take things seriously instead of letting "kids be kids".

That sounds a good idea to me. It would bring home how serious and unacceptible the behaviour is. People who harrass and intimidate others when they're kids don't necessarily grow out of it, so it's not just 'kids being kids'. It's kids being assholes, and maybe they'll grow up to be big assholes.

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Hm, most of that happened to me during elementary (primary) school was with guys who had nothing better to do than surround me and call me a loner and a nobody. I can't remember how I dealt with that nonsense but somehow I just acted like it the insults didn't phase me. They stopped eventually when things got boring.

I remember two other times in the lower division elementary school. One was when a kid socked me straight in the gut and I ended up curling in the grass because of that. The other kids ended up laughing and all walked away. I couldn't remember exactly what was going on, but I probably was standing up for something they weren't supposed to do. The other time was when this kid kept harassing me to fight him because he knows martial arts and wanted to try it on someone. He picked me for whatever reason and I just said I'll fight so he can stop bothering me. I got socked in the gut again. -__- While I was cringing on the ground I did a leg sweep and he fell on the ground. He ended up looking at me all surprised and limped away without a word...

Then in middle school, there were these games people played on each other that I thought I was completely safe from because they weren't people I like talking to who insulted me here and there. Apparently, I thought wrong about being safe. Twice at two different times by two different people when P.E. class was over and students lined up to go into the locker rooms I fell victim to the games they were playing because I was innocent and easy target. The first time I got kneed to my upper thigh from behind and the second time I got fisted hard in my diaphragm. Both times I blacked out: one falling front first into the concrete and the other collapsing on to the chain link fence and getting scraped. The people who made me blacked out only said they're sorry--that was it. At least they apologized and learned their lesson not to mess around like that. None of the faculty were aware of any of these events happening.

Another story and I'll make it short: I was going down the street with my brother on a scooter and these older kids started making fun of me because of the fact that it was a scooter and I was a bit round, weight-wise. My brother told my cousin what happened and he went up to them and pretty much told them off ans shut them up good. c:

Everything stopped in high school, but I ended up being quiet and afraid to voice any of my opinions around groups.

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The Pixel Monk

Elementary. Middle. High.

Psychological. Physical.

I was taunted continually for being different. Any time I tried to make friends, I was rebuffed or eventually turned on and betrayed. Names, threats, attacks, shoving. I was never officially "beaten up" mainly because the high school I attended had a zero tolerance policy and was small enough there was no hope of a student hiding attacking another student. Being slammed into walls and lockers, however, was entirely possible.

I did my level best to ignore or avoid it. I am not a violent person. The psychological toll has essentially been years of depression and emotional burnout.

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Hmm... first it's about sluts, and now it's about bullies. Funny how that ended up working out. :rolleyes:

I was bullied psychologically because I made it known that I wanted a sex change. I wasn't (and still am not) comfortable in this shell I inhabit.

Fifteen years later, I still am not happy with myself and want some kind of change. I just need to save my money and afford the surgery. I don't even think about those bullies anymore because it was so long ago.

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Yes.

It pretty much destroyed my social capabilities and threw me into years of isolation and anxiety. I hate to sound like I'm exaggerating but I'm really not.

tl;dr post coming up!

I've only really recently realized how badly it has affected my life. When I was in primary school (Elementary), I was incredibly social, I had quite a few friends, though, quite a few bullies too.

But so does everyone when they're in elementary, right?

Fast forward a few years, I finish Elementary and begin High school.

High school started off pretty well. I was a shy kid at first, so I only hung around with the few Elementary friends that had started at the same HS.

But there was an issue, I was turning up to classes late to every class (long story), so someone decided that it was a good idea to have someone escort me to every class. As you can imagine, that made me reaaaaaally popular.

It pretty much made me a target, a laughing stock. People started to take shots at me during the classes and I would respond, often it was me who ended up in deep shit and not them. It pretty much went south pretty fucking fast.

The fact that I would react, and end up in trouble, was apparently hilarious. They knew that I wasn't violent and wouldn't respond with violence.

But of course, rarely they did end up in deep shit. Yea, that made things a whole lot worse. They would gang up on me, the bullying got more ferocious, and I pretty much couldn't leave the classroom without being abused in some way. All this, before I was even 15. There was this room that was used for ''Teaching Assistance'' at the rear of the school, one of the Teachers suggested that I spend my lunchbreaks there, so I did.

So that was my school life, up until 2009 when I finished college. Finish class, get to that room as quickly as fucking possible, spend my lunchbreaks with a bunch of socially awkward kids who've been through similar situations.

As you can imagine, I had no time to socialize with my Elementary friends. Despite the fact that I was a bit of a jerk, they didn't want to hang around in some classroom and waste their break. Of course I could leave that room if I wanted, but no one wanted to run the risk of hanging around with me and running into that group of bullies. So, there I was, friendless.

That destroyed my confidence completely, that caused a lot of shit to go wrong with me, socially, and mentally.

I pretty much stuck to socializing with the Teachers (aka. Teacher's Pet?). I got along with them pretty well and spoke with them often. Towards the end of High school, in my final year, things did improve. Infact, for the final year, I experienced very little bullying. A few of the previous bullies had a sort of mutuality with me (this post is already long enough, no need for details). I still had a little bit of a stigma though...

When I finished High school, and got my results (the final results were pretty good actually), it was the happiest moment in my life, I couldn't have been more happy.

But then, college happened. But that's another story, I was never bullied in College, in fact everyone was really friendly to me. My social skills were in the minus numbers at this point, and I was dealing with severe identity issues, so I never socialized with them, I pretty much stayed quiet throughout college and suffered needlessly.

So.

tl;dr. That's why I'm so socially awkward, that's why I had so many issues dealing with people, that's why I've spent the past 3 years isolated in my bedroom and socializing though the internet only. That's why I never spoke a word from 16-17. That's why I have no IRL friends.

Random note: Don't bully people. Just don't do it. It does fuck people up.

Bawwfest over.

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whisper in the wind

in my case, the bullying combined with some of my innate personality traits and other things in life (family stuff, school pressures, etc.) pretty much pushed me over the edge.

I developed a severe eating disorder, isolated myself from most everyone and eventually had to drop out of school due to my mental health issues and inability to cope.

So how did I handle it? I took it out on myself.

All of that... is me to the capitol T. In the same year that I mentioned being bullied (8th grade) I was also undergoing extreme family issues (Social Services and Child Protective Services being involved in the home for reports regarding domestic violence... and a lot of other family turmoil going on... a violent and abusive dad...) when I entered high school the bullying stopped considerably (I, like someone else mentioned was lucky to be in a zero-tolerance high school and it was a small southern school, so... there was still some minor teasing, but nothing to the extent of what I experienced in middle school) however when I entered 9th grade (which is the start of high school where I live) I developed first anorexia, and then bulimia nervosa. I started cutting and did other forms of self-injury and landed in the hospital multiple times due to suicide attempts and emotional meltdowns. I was homebound 2 different semesters due to debilitating psychological stress and in 11th grade I dropped out of high school to get my GED instead.

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Since I was always bigger than most of the people in my class, I was never physically bullied. However, I did get my fair share of heckling during elementary school. Oddly, it was mostly because of my best friend at the time. I was actually told a few times that I could have been cool if I would have just ditched him. I highly doubt that, though. I was a weird kid and I'm sure I would have been targeted for something I was doing. After all, it's not like I was only being made fun of because of him. I got teased for plenty of things that weren't directly related to him.

By the time I hit junior high I had begun to grow a wit, so the bullying I received was far easier to deal with than it was in elementary school. I tended to counter whatever my "bullies" would say, and more often than not would get a much better response from the rest of my class than they did. I think they also kind of liked me in a way, because once I flat out told one that I didn't like him and he was visibly saddened by it. It was an odd little dynamic.

Actually, now that I think of it, there were two types of bullies that targeted me in junior high: the Bulk and Skull types I described above and fundamentalist Christians who would pick on me for my Mormonism. Those were far more difficult to deal with. Until my deconversion from Mormonism, I was very devout and considered any insult levied at the LDS church to be a personal attack. These kids would throw anything they could think of at me, and since I had no knowledge of argumentation or apologetics, I was pretty much powerless to stand up to them. Even though I'm not LDS anymore, I still want to punch one of them in particular in the face.

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But then, college happened. But that's another story, I was never bullied in College, in fact everyone was really friendly to me. My social skills were in the minus numbers at this point, and I was dealing with severe identity issues, so I never socialized with them, I pretty much stayed quiet throughout college and suffered needlessly.

Same thing happened to me. It was so weird how much of a change it was. I had really nice suitemates & they insist I drop by their room sometime but I never did. It just can't it to seep in that people would want to talk to me. Even the one time I actually felt lonely I simply just cried over it. I was too anxious, too hard on myself & too socially clueless to just go over there & do so much as say hi. Fuck, I still am. Maybe I'd actually try to go through with it now, but that's all that has changed.

If it goes on long enough, untreated, it just takes a part of you that is just not gonna come back with the supposed magical healing qualities of time.

*hugs*

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LIFE STORY TIME. :P (Probably tl;dr, don't bother if it's boring.)

Yeah, I was bullied, mostly in my secondary schools. In primary school I was a bit strange and spent a lot of time just collecting snails and making up stories about how I could do magic, so in general people left me alone and I left them alone until Year 6, the last year of primary school (for those from other nations, that's when I was about 10) when I decided to start hanging around some people (well, watched them doing their jumping stunts off the logs in the playground anyway) and 'fighting' became fashionable in school at the same time.

This one girl of that group would occasionally turn on me and punch and kick me saying she didn't want me there, and I was bad at fighting back against her, though I could win against most other people in the playground in the fighting games played. I consider myself lucky that that's actually the most physical anything against me has ever got, I can't imagine the psychlogical trauma that some people I know have faced.

Secondary school was mostly verbal taunts, attempts at tripping me up (to this day I'm damn good at staying on my feet) and hiding/destroying my books so I'd get in trouble. I just took the flak for the books, tried to give the wittiest retorts I could to the verbal stuff and even tried to turn the stuff I was teased about into a running joke, acting like I was playing up to the laughs. I received exactly one threat that I would be beaten up by this group of people, to which I bluffed a 'bring it on' and stoically waited in the appointed place at the appointed time, but they never showed.

I was too proud to ever tell the teachers about any of this myself and generally held in how much it was destroying my self-confidence. Some of my classmates told the teachers a couple of times, but the most I ever got off that was a teacher taking me aside and telling me the bullies had a 'hard time at home' (as if that was ever any excuse) and it didn't really ease off.

So how did I cope? I went home at nights and would either fly into blind rages (I'm still sort of impressed by the fact I physically picked my mum up and threw her out of my room at age 12) or just sort of shut down. I called these times 'states of inertia' (pretentious, me :P) because it was like curling up in a ball and not moving, not thinking, even breathing becoming some massive intrusion disturbing the state I was in. When I did this noises hurt, moving hurt, but everything felt a lot less.

I also developed trichotillomania, or hair-pulling behaviour, where you zone out and pull your hair out, strand by strand. It is a testament to how low my self-worth got that while most trichotillomaniacs pull from the back of the head so that the rest of their hair can hide it, I pulled hair out straight from the parting because I genuinely thought no-one would notice because nobody cared about me.

Life had become an exercise in endurance. Although I had friends I hung out with in the library at lunchtimes, none of them were in my classes. My grades went from getting over 90% in tests to barely scraping 20%. None of the teachers even knew who I was and constantly pronounced my name wrong and made up random crap about me in reports ('consistently forgets her pencilcase', 'talks too much', just random identikit phrases) that just made it even more obvious to me that I was worth nothing, just ignored. And with 40 people in each class (we could barely fit in the classrooms) and more than 300 in the year group, who can blame them? The class was rowdy and too much to cope with, I never made any trouble and just got on with it, they had no reason to notice me. Hooray for our state school system.

My great uncle died and left us an inheritance, so my parents decided to send me to a smaller school where the whole year group was the size of my former class. I didn't even tell a lot of people I was leaving and was very surprised when I would run into people I knew years afterwards and they would say that they missed me being there; I was absolutely floored when one girl said she cried when I went. Unfortunately I apparently blanked a lot of my time there, so I keep running into people from there who recognise me but I don't know them (I've got used to THAT awkward conversation by now :blink: ). One of my closest friends today I apparently hung out with all the time in the library and he remembers me, but I still can't remember who he was! Oops.

The problem was that by the time I got to this new school I was so paranoid that I assumed that everything anyone said to me (teasing or otherwise) was some kind of veiled barb. I tried hanging out with people for a few days, then gave up on the whole thing and found a place to sit out my lunchtimes in the locker room in front of a radiator. As it started to get colder people came to join me, and all of a sudden I found myself in a new friendship group. My paranoia about ordinary interactions subsided. Bullying continued though, on much the same topics as before. The teachers could generally police the whole thing better though, and because there were so many of us social misfits that had been sent to this school my difference was less blatant, although I had even less in common with these people than I did in my previous school and I was lonely.

However, this second school introduced me to racist and sexist bullying, which I had never encountered before in my life. I suppose that's the downside of a fee-paying school, you get a bunch of over-privileged ****s (can't think of any better term, sorry) in one place and this happens. Being white the racism was turned on other people and not me, but I was always quick to jump in there and point out their stupidity and I still heard a lot of alarmingly ignorant statements when there were only white people around.

The sexism really got to me though. As far as I could tell, before I came there was a culture of girls being the giggly stupid ones in the lower class while the guys said what they liked to them, so me coming provoked quite a backlash. There were a lot of pointed conversations in my presence about how girls have never acheived anything especially compared to men, about how the only way to judge a girl's worth is by her appearance (deriding those in the Dove Campaign For Real Beauty as "just ****ing ugly", for example), and I will never forget the time I got cornered in the art room by this massive angry guy with deep-seated mother issues and interrogated close-range about why girls were so 'weak'. I got told constantly that I was "too clever to be a real girl" and this really didn't help me deal with the gender issues I was struggling with at the time.

Well, I didn't cope with that particularly well because it got to a sensitive issue for me (in the way that my appearance never was). Shortly after going to that school I somehow shut off my emotions. I'd always had music as an escape but it stopped doing anything for me for years. It took me a really long time to learn to feel properly again, and stop holding all this stuff in so much (ever worked out that you needed to cry because you've just spouted a nosebleed instead? It's not good, let me tell you).

Well anyway, it taught me to always fight back and defend myself and other people when stuff is being said! Remember:

"And then they came for me, and there was nobody left to speak out for me." ~From 'First They Came...' by Martin Niemöller.

It's pretty notable though that none of this teasing was ever about my sexuality (lesbian rumours about me were everywhere and everyone was pretty respectful about that actually!) and rarely about my aberrant gender (thank goodness for the concept of tomboys), it all focused on my messy hair, posh accent, general lack of fitting in, etc.

Sixth Form and University have been bully-free for me (even through my, er... 'Ultra-Macho Misogynist Phase' in Sixth Form that I still face-palm at, the backlash from secondary school :/), and all is good. It does get better in the end if you stay a nice person! And people care more than you think. Pretty much all the most wonderful people I know were bullied at some point. Have courage, people. (:

DEAR GOD THAT'S LONG

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The Smiling Alice Cat

I have.... mostly in Middle School/Jr. High. (I gotta warn you, it's not pretty)

I was made fun a lot during the 7th grade. As if the new school environment and the development-into-an-adult-stage weren't bad enough. I was called ugly many times by the girls (there was this one time, during gym, one of them called to me while my class was running laps, just so a whole class of girls will say "You're ugly" to my face then laugh about it.) There were times where people will take advantage of my kindness, and other times that others will make fun of my weight/looks/disability. There was this one incident that makes my skin crawl every time I remember it.

There was this girl in my gym class. She had great time when she made fun of me for being a slow runner, who gets tired quickly after running half a lap. I was getting frustrated on her and everyone else in that school for bullying me. I told the teacher about her, and she told me to talk to her about it. I shouldn't have listen to her, cause it was the worse advice ever, but I was stupid enough to go through it anyway. I tried to talk to the girl, but she scoffed me many times, mentally saying that what I say isn't important. I shouted at her to listen, but she gave me this horrid look. It was a facial expression basically saying "I won't care what you say, you're too inferior and pathetic to be givin' a damn". That's what made me snap. I choked her, and all the girls freaked out (we were in the girl's locker room when this happen). To make matters worse, one of the girls had the nerve to defend her. I was sent to the principal's office as punishment and was in danger of getting expelled. My parents, who knew about my problems with that girl, had to come with me to the principal's office to help me on my defense.

Now, I'm not a violent person, and I would never hurt anyone, let alone on purpose. I didn't even mean to choke the bully (even though she deserved it), but I was already in my breaking point then. I was upset to the point of crying when the girls and teacher defended the bully 'cause she was belittling me all this time, I stand up for myself, and everyone was on her side; seeing her as an "innocent, hapless victim" and me as an "unbalanced psycho". Although there were some good outcomes from this incident (nobody confront me/made fun of me in my face and my bully was afraid of me ever since). But that doesn't stop it from being a horrible experience.

I hated middle school and these people were one of the reasons why, and the biggest one too: I was ashamed on the fact that, back then, they made me cared what people thought about me; they gave me low self esteem while before middle school, I was like "yeah, whatever" on someone's opinion on me. It also made me afraid of standing up for myself back then, fearing that if someone picks on me, and I stand up to them, everyone will be against me, seeing me as a monster and whoever picks at me as victim. I was bullied a little bit in elementary and high school, but they're insignificant, so not only do I only remember a little and they don't bug me much, they seemed nothing compared to the bullying in middle school. I wasn't kidding when I said the middle school is (literally) hell on earth.

Something random: I guess I'm living proof of the trope called "Beware the Nice Ones". If you don't know what's that, look up TV Tropes.

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Oh yes. I grew up in private religious education, where most people in the school were of Dutch heritage and somehow related to one another through notions of 'blood'. I was one of around 5 students who were considered to be of a different 'race', which is strange because I'm White (like the majority of students there). My elementary and high schools were very cliquey, because it was an atmosphere where 'keeping things in the family' was very much encouraged. I was excluded from most social events. When students from the public education would transfer into the school, they'd most often leave shortly thereafter because they thought the environment was too hostile in comparison and when considering the religious foundations. Because it was a private institution, rules could be bent easily by students and teachers/administration without repercussion. There was a student who came out as gay, and even when the parents complained to the principal about him being bullied by other students, it was shrugged off. In the public system this would make its way to the board of directors and would be treated a lot more seriously.

In addition to being perceived as different, and most likely that contributed to it, I was very socially awkward. This one girl singled me out as being weak for that reason. She would physically drag me to the ground and beat me. I didn't do anything about it because the teachers wouldn't really care, first of all, and secondly I rationalized it as more of about her anger at her own situation because I knew her parents were going through a divorce. I was also teased relentlessly for alternative gender expression for how I dressed and when I cut my hair very short. I didn't understand why at the time, but I soon found out that it was 'wrong'. I wouldn't be surprised if there were rules set in place now stating that girls couldn't have their hair shorter than a certain length.

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If being bullied can be described as "thrown into oblivion," then yes, I have.

I barely even existed, to classmates. They would ignore me, as if I was invisible. I've spent all these years as Invisible Man. Tell you, I almost wanted to be beaten, since they'd at least admit that I exist. They would see me.

But no. It left me scars I can't help but forget, in my turn. It really isn't much compared to you all, but... Yeah. :(

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I've been teased, but I don't think that counts. (Or does it)?

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Small bouts of being bullied at school but no more than anyone else. Like it or not I do feel it is an unavoidable right of passage through school. Natures way of deciding pecking orders. Not nice not pleasant but it exists and probably always will.

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Janus the Fox

If being bullied can be described as "thrown into oblivion," then yes, I have.

I barely even existed, to classmates. They would ignore me, as if I was invisible. I've spent all these years as Invisible Man. Tell you, I almost wanted to be beaten, since they'd at least admit that I exist. They would see me.

But no. It left me scars I can't help but forget, in my turn. It really isn't much compared to you all, but... Yeah. :(

^This I was the subject of total isolation, being a big kid, socially inept and stood out compared to other kids. Isolated to the point that known bullies did not even bother. Maybe I was bullied, but didn't react the way bullies wanted or something... :blink:

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kochouran

I've been bullied since elementary for all sorts of reasons: being Asian, wearing different clothes, being a girl, being smart, not shaving my legs, having "weird" or nerdy interests, being conservative, having a sheltered childhood, being a Wiccan... and so much more. Sometimes it's for no reason that I can think of. It came from classmates, people I didn't know at school, people I considered my friends, my family, and even people who were my superiors.

I had a classmate pull on my bracelet so hard that it created a bruise on my hand and tipped my desk over (and the teacher didn't do anything until I yelled out and hit the guy), a "friend" not tell me about hosting a study group even though our teacher required our class to meet together, and a director over look me in a discussion on the play we were doing even though I was in the circle of cast members. I've had people I don't even know throw shoes at me or tell me that I need to wear more make up; and oh the number of times I have been sexually harassed because I don't get innuendo and am not interested in sex.

I became so anxious about going to school that I started hearing whispers behind my back, and there were points when I got fed up and got into a fight or reported the person. None of that did any good though. My parents were unsympathetic until my senior year of high school when they realized that I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to die. I didn't really quit being suicidal until a couple years ago. To this day, I don't trust people. I assume that I'm eventually going to be ditched and forgotten about. One of these days, I'll learn to put that behind me, but in the meantime, I just take it a day at a time.

What helped endure it all was my anger and my writing. There's a quote from Ender's Game that goes, "There's only one thing that will make them stop hating you. And that's being so good at what you do that they can't ignore you." I took that to heart. As for my writing, it gave me a reason to live. I realized (thanks to The Outsiders) that through my work, I can reach out to someone who is as despondent as I am. It also helped to get all that rage onto paper, but I really do believe that by sharing our stories, we can reach out to somebody and keep them from talking their life. That's why I made an "It Get's Better" video (thanks to the idea my friend have of doing a steampunk-themed one), have started a blog series about the bullying that takes place in the cosplay community, and recently wrote a note saying all the things I wish I said to the guys who behaved in a misogynistic manner to me. People probably think I'm this crazy liberal feminist bitch for calling out things that are offensive, but I will not stop standing up for people who get hurt by seemingly little things and are told to not be so "sensitive". :evil:

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I've been bullied from Kindergarten to Grade 12, with no bullying in college except outside of it on rare occassions and with some family members. I don't want to get into it but it was psychological/ verbal for the most part. There were only a couple times where it was physical. I remember once in highschool I was comming back from the mall since lunch was almost over.. decided to go through the front doors. There was quite a few kids there but I didn't really think anything of it. I had a friend with me and she went threw the door this kid held open that was standing there. She almost slipped on the patch of ice that was infront of it (it was winter), but because she was...slow... on getting in, I was the one that slipped. And of course everyone there was actually waiting for someone to fall and had their cells out. The guy holding the door was actually wetting the area infront of it with a water bottle and no doubt some saliva as well. I had to pretend that it was okay just so people wouldn't bug me about it and hope that they never put it on the internet (I was just lucky that the bubble tea I was holding didn't spill all over me). That's one very little example. Anyway, I'm a non-confrontationalist(if that's even a word), and an avoider. So I try to stay away from these situations/ keep them to myself and dont really do anything about them...I was and am too much of a coward to deal with it, even if I appear tough on the outside.

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loopytheone

Honestly, I think almost everyone has been bullied at some point in their lives.

I used to get verbal/emotional abuse every single day at school and physical stuff a few times a week as well, though it was always mild things like shoving and hitting me with ties and stuff. And as for how I dealt with it.... I didn't. It more or less destroyed me. So if anybody does know how to deal with it then you must be a magician. Because nothing I ever tried worked and I was hated by people I didn't even know for no reason.

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MiserableGuest

I was bullied for a while when I was 13 because everyone mistakenly thought I was gay. Looking back at it, It was probably nothing too serious but it was enough to make me attempt suicide dozens of times. After that I was never bullied even though I was the perfect target. I was slow, sloppy, weird, nerdy, shy, ugly & whathaveyou. I figured that people pitied me too much to bully me :(

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Mostly High school. Some of the suckiest years of my life. Both physical and psychological. You know it's bad when you're on crutches and you're pushed down the stairs.

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Zombie-apocalypse

Wins over bully

8th grade threw an over hook to a bullys face

9th grade put the bully on my guard (Brazilian jiujitsu position) as I block his ground and pound

12th grade do a ground and pound on a guy who constantly called me fa660t

Losses

7th grade got sucker punch wasn't expecting and took my dollar

8th grade argument with friends did a kick to my body. It I blocked with wrist(spraining my hand)

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reasonsfordefyingreason

I was lucky enough in primary school for people to feel bad for me rather than get pissed at me(I was fairly cute along with pathetic). When I was in primary 4 a male classmate took to calling me stupid names and once tried to trip/kick me (I can't remember exactly which). Looking back it wasn't that bad and I think me and the school blew it out of proportion. It really says a lot about him that he was still willing to talk to me afterwords and after a later bullying incident involving a girl in my class, came foreward as a witness and admitted that he had been mean in the past but not on that occasion. In primary 7 me, my former best friend and a bunch of her friends started a rather pathetic rivalry which is just kinda hilarious to look back on now. Another classmate of mine developed a creepy fixation on me and once threatened to hit me if I didn't let her walk home with me. She frequntly windmilled between super sugary niceness (getting defensive if someone said something "insulting" to me, wanting to write a biography thing on me) and random acts of spite (creepy phonecall to my house, throwing stuff at me, spreading rumours about my home life).

It got a fair bit worse after I entered secondary. A group of guys thought I'd make a good fuck toy and got majourly pissed when I shattered that dream and took to regularly harrasing me. After I mistakenly "came out" as a lesbian a whole bunch of classmates started asking me dumb/creepy questions and the aformentioned stalker girl took to screaming lesbo and freak at me when I got off the bus. There was one incident in my next high school with some bitch who took offense to my being put in her project group and threw my stuff on the floor. This ones kind of funny as the group of boys next to us were having a conversation about who was the shortest person in the class (me and a younger boy) and when they saw my unhappy face they assumed it was because of them and immediatly got the teacher over. Later she started harrasing me in the hallway and challenged me to do something about it. I punched her lightly on the shoulder. She waited till my back was turned and wacked me hard in the back. I just kept walking. I'm still kinda proud of that. I also got to be a bit of a memenetic badass for a couple of days for doing it.

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