Have you ever been bullied, and can you tell that story?

[EmyyWolf]

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I was personally bullied ALL THROUGHOUT MY LIFE. For most of my life I was an overweight child. I had the double-chin and everything. In elementary I ended up having my first crush in the 5th grade and this boy became my bully. In that class specially everyone disliked me because I was new in that group. This boy would call me ugly repeatedly at lunch. One time in a group event were we had to hold hands he’d say “ew” and make me switch with someone else. When I joined a course he’d join he’d point it out to everyone and express his disgust, when I had to sit next to him at a theater he’d make me switch with someone he likes. One time in the playground I was nearby and he was with his friends.. and he out of nowhere threw a football as hard as he could at my face and I ended up with a nosebleed. That was by far the worst bullying I’ve ever received and from my own crush.

After that during middle and high school, I did get bullied here and there, but it wasn’t as terrible. The people that would belittle me and put me down the most from there on out.. were my own Father and Sister. My father would make a scene in front of everyone calling me WHALE and OBESE. My sister was really skinny and so she felt that she was above me allll through HighSchool. In High School I had the least amount of friends ever. And I saw that 5th grade bully who ended up there too.

Nowadays as a 24 year old woman, I’m told that I went through shit that others would have take their own lives over. Maybe that’s also why when people complained over “cyber bullying”. I didn’t even recognize it. I was bullying personally and to my face.. allll throughout my days. =.(

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1 y

Sometimes to THIS DAY, some of these memories will come back to haunt me. At 21 I found out I had PCOS that causes weight gain and obesity, and its hard to keep a normal weight, unlike a normal person. I learned that my weight problems weren’t so much my fault.

Nowadays I can only wish these demonic people the absolute worse. I don’t have mercy for narcissistic people. And I can only imagine how different the story would have been if I physically fought even if I lost.

Nowadays even if people

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1 y

Nowadays even if people see me and say I look like Scarlett Johansson, Idgaf. I’ve seen peoples true colors all throughout my life. 😡 I have trust issues, and I ain’t immediately friendly with anyone.

[ohsheeT]

I think I was like five or six and there's three brothers at school that used to chase me want to beat me up but I was lot faster than them when did school on the playground be ready by me to Brothers grab my arms and the third brother said Hold'em old and bending over I'm going to kick his ass in the ass and I got to relax for a second and turned around and he started to move his body as if he was going to kick me in the moment he kicked I moved my body forward and he kicks so hard he went straight up in the air and fell down on his but his two brothers started laughing he started cussing at his brothers to get him well they never caught me I would home that day when my dad got off work I asked you to teach me how to fight the next day when those Brothers walked up to me and started pushing me I just smacked the first one in his mouth and the other two stopped

The next time I was introduced to a bully was in high school when this kid that used to ride my bus was a very slow person he was a lot different than the rest of us and I was walking through the hallway at school and there was a gathering of people and there was a bully that had the kids that used to ride the bus with me pushed up into a corner and they were picking on him hitting them knocking his books out and I walked by and I got about 10 steps past and I said I'm not going to let this happen and I walked up to that bully and I told him if he ever messed with my friend again I was going to kick his ass and all his friends ass well they stop picking on JP that was the kid's name but they started picking on JP's friends that were just like him that he hung around with so I put a stop to each and every single one of those and I had a bunch of new friends LOL

Look if you're getting picked on the moment you allow it is the moment that it will continue to always happen you need to stand up for yourself or find somebody that will because the moment you allow somebody to keep doing what they're doing they're going to keep doing it

If you are a woman or even a guy and if you're an abusive relationship with somebody the moment that you allow it to happen it's going to keep happening you need to stand up for yourself you need to get a friend you need to do whatever it takes because once you allow it they're going to keep pounding on you and they're going to f****** your life you're going to f****** your life by not doing anything about it put your ass in jail get your big brother your dad whatever tell people what's going on he'll put a stop to it don't allow it to happen the moment you allow it to happen it's going to keep happening bullies are weak they are punk ass b****** you give them Power by allowing them to do it and it goes to their head take their f****** head off LOL stop doing it and what I mean by that is smack him in the mouth if you can't do that call the police on them but whatever you do you have to stand up for yourself sooner or later do it now do not be afraid that's what they feed off of they enjoy making somebody scared and lose control because that's who they are their little punk ass b****** they were bullied that's why they became bullies because they figured out if they were loud enough scared enough did people would look at them and say this is a crazy f***** it's a big game put a stop to it let them lose because they're losers make them lose

[Sleevey]

Everyone has been bullied. It’s human nature and is also relative depending on perspective. The biggest mistake we are currently inflicting on our kids is to go tell. Psychologically these behaviours are important the development of children and has deep roots in establishing a hierarchy. Boys play fight, it an important development tool for many reasons. One of which is at a tribal level any charges to the established ranking is quickly settled with a physical exchange, fighting, and if properly raised and guided many men will stop if one taps out, or say I give, and is not unusual to shake hands any then have a beer. The hierarchy is established and a cooperative male defence or hunt will likely be more successful then if they didn’t have that fast reckoning.

Bulling is an extension of that but neglects the limits or guidance a normal interaction would have taken place. It’s a way to elevate the bully but without respect. Standing up to bullies is also a big tool in tribal/family cohesion. It shows the members of the population you are in that you will stand up to adversity and if not the bully it will establish your worth to the rest. Real bullies don’t last in a low population environment and will eventually get ejected by the rest. Leadership from fear without respect won’t last.

As kids my father and brothers boxed in the basement. It was a tool to channel male aggression, settle arguments and gave us confidence if confronted by a bully.. My father said if you are pushed into defending your self from a bully, give it all you have. Even if you lose the fight if you gave a good accounting no one will get away without lumps, bullies like easy prey, not ones that hurt. Never start a fight, but if you must, finish it. I grew up in a violent place, fighting was inevitable. Many times I’d come home with a bloody nose, fat lip, raw knuckles and my father would only say, “did you start it” ? And if no, did you win? If I said no, back to the ring (basement boxing ring) for more assistance. The one time I said I started it, well back to the ring but that time my dad knocked my block off and I don’t remember how I was suddenly looking at the ceiling from my back. Lesson learned. Me and my brothers stopped boxing in the basement to settle fights the day I knocked by middle brother out cold, Dad said that we were to big to box each other and was worried someone would get really hurt. I was the youngest and my middle brother was Dads favourite, he dint mind him smacking me around but once the table turned.. still a little pissed about that since he was 4 years older.

Anyway, bullies only bully victims. So don’t be a victim,

Female bullies, no idea, most female bullies aren’t physical, they attack reputations and exclude the victims socially. Unlike the guys scrapping and then shaking hands and becoming friends (my best friend growing up was from a fight). Women don’t reconcile easily if at all. I’m sure there are some social evolution reasons at a tribal level, but nothing I can pin down. My one insight is don’t be a victim, if you can convincingly pretend to not be effected by what’ the female bully is subjecting you to, it will likely frustrate the hell out of her. Or kick her in the Cusif

[weasley8]

I was bullied by some of my neighbors when I was really little. I was really shy, and very imaginative. I liked to play pretend games, or with dolls and stuffed animals. I'd sing to myself, and make up stories involving fairies and magic. The boys in my neighborhood had a problem with that for some reason. I don't remember all that much of it, because I was tiny. But I remember a few of my toys getting ripped out of my hands and thrown into sewers, I remember my dolls hair getting ripped out, or drinks being poured into my hair. Someone came up behind me and cut my hair once. I remember that when I was five I got a brand new bike right before my family went to Disney World. When I got home all the streamers had been ripped off, the basket was cut, the bell was broken, and the bike itself had clearly been hit with a baseball bat several times. My family ended up moving because of it.

After that, some people have been mean to me, but it was never really a group activity. I didn't have many friends in elementary school, but that's just because I was really shy and didn't talk to people. No one was intentionally excluding me. A few boys picked on me in middle school, but it was never a group activity. That was just boys who didn't know how to act around girls. A few people were nasty to me in high school too, but I was well liked by my classmates, so they couldn't be too mean without facing social consequences for it. They certainly couldn't ever say anything about me publicly.

There was one really popular girl who had it out for me toward the end of middle school, but again, most of her friends never really joined in on it. And I had my own group of friends. One of my best memories from that period of my life was after the girl who disliked me threw a huge party for middle school graduation. The whole grade was invited except for me and two other people. But my friends didn't like her anyway. One of them decided to throw her own party the same night. We only had about twenty people in attendance, but it was really fun. All our parents brought different foods from home. The music was a mix of High School Musical and Panic at the Disco. I showed up in a t-shirt, pink capris, and a flower headband. We had a water balloon fight, which descended into total chaos with hoses and buckets being used more than balloons. I think I had more fun there than I ever would have had at the bigger party.

[DermalPunch]

Oh Wow! Have I ever.

Been bullied by teachers, strangers, classmates you name it.

The one most worth mentioning is a saga that started in one school year and carried over into the next school year.

So I had a tear in my pants and some girls were ripping into me about it. Anyway I said something to them about it after we got off the bus.

So after the weekend they were giving me looks in class and brushing me in the hall and stuff.

So that year ended and come September new girls who I didn't even know and had just come to the school wanted to fight me over it. They were uttering death threats over it.

The zenith was when one of the girls (who I suspect was a closeted lesbian and was deep down attracted to me) passed me in the cafeteria with some other girl and I waved and said to another girl I was talking to (soo confusing, I know) "oh look. It's my fan club".

So this culminated in a group of 20 girls surrounding me when I was in the back field sitting with some friends.

So the closeted les starts pacing like Perry Mason bout "today in the cafeteria you referred to people as your fan club and I wanted to know if you were talking about me. Yes or no"

I said, "well..."

She said, "YES OR NO!"

I said, "no" she nodded in satisfaction and I continued "I was referring to all a y'all because who has one person in their fan club."

So they all started flipping out. I can't believe I did that.

So a small crowd of people had formed somewhat far away in anticipation of a beat down. Traitors.

Anyway my friend saw me surrounded and came and gave me a fist bump in the middle of the verbal back and forth to let me know she was ready to throw down if need be.

So the closeted les says to my friend "why are you coming to say what's up. You can't see people are arguing here?"

So my then friend said "well, I can say hi if I want and I don't know if you are arguing because Black people talk loud." 🤣🤣🤣.

Anyway there was no physical beat down because I wrecked them with my words -- other things were said-- and scared them with my mouthiness with 20 girls ready to stomp my head in. One dude beside me whispered "maybe you should shut up". I just ignored him.

I was scared for real but I was just like f*** it.

Aaahhh high school.

[Thatgirlcvp]

I don't blame you for not being friendly with anyone. I'm truly sorry to hear all those foolish people hurt you. People like that ruin good people and damage their hearts. I hope one day you can learn to forgive and forget. Easier said than done I know. I'm religious so I don't mean to force my beliefs down your throat. But I used to have a lot of anger from my past, from awful things that happened to me. And even having my own family treating my awful (I grew up with a narcissistic father that would tear me down every day of my life and he hated women so he projected that onto me my entire life... Even though I'm his daughter...) But yeah when I became religious I would pray to god all the time to help me overcome the hurt and the awful emotions that held me back. And over time it has helped a lot. I don't ruminate as much as I used to. Sometimes I find my kind drifting to a hurtful memory and my dad is a prominent part of my life still and he always tries to hurt me whenever he can so definitely I am not invincible. But whenever I pray, I always feel way better after. I highly motivate you to try it and do it a few times. God will help you if you let him and believe in him.

Anyway, my personal history with bullying minus the family, I thankfully was left alone in school. I was getting it at home so thankfully I was invisible at school.

But I did get some people here and there. I would get bullied from boys and girls about my weight. I was on the other spectrum being very skinny. And I have a high metabolism, almost everyone in my family is skinny and has struggled to gain weight.

I had people ask me if I was anorexic all the time. It was really annoying. I had this one guy had a few irascible moments over me being skinny he started yelling at me for being skinny and was grilling me why I was so skinny. He kept asking me do I starve myself and what is wrong with me. I don't starve myself, I eat a normal amount it's just the way my body is. I never stood up for myself and my friend once stood up for me because I literally just took everything, I would stare at the floor and I would even dare to look up. I would just take it without saying anything. People always took stabs at my weight. It came to a point where if someone would say anything about my weight I would immediately write them off. I just couldn't take it anymore that's how often people talked about it. Had a few guys who didn't want to admit they liked me by calling me super ugly also. Because I was considered a nerdy girl, I was studious and did my work guess that constitutes as nerdy lol. But I always had a good self-esteem about my face. Like I always new I was attractive so thankfully no matter what a guy or girl would say I always knew I was pretty. I have a good enough self esteem to keep that going. But I was always super self-conscious of my weight. I hated being skinny. Now I'm not skinny anymore, I'm more normal and maybe a little toned since I do eat healthy and I exercise a little. But I lose weight so easily. I have to be on top of it. I can literally drop almost ten pounds in probably two days if I like starve myself and I don't eat anything for those two days.

If I eat anything below 2000 calories, ill definitely lose weight over time. Like say I eat 1500 for a month. I'll probably drop like 15 pounds. I have to eat a good amount to keep my body weight.

[N192K001]

Yes, this was my life in early grade-school until I was home-schooled. It's also but 1 of the reasons all my siblings had mandatory martial-arts training. (The other is what happened to my grandmother during Tokyo's World War Ⅱ occupation my Philippines.)

My 1st bully was "special" (but I don't remember what exactly his mental-issue was & if it even ever was disclosed us), yet he had a gang of followers who joked around. My 2nd was just a rebel, a joker, and a trouble-maker… until he f—ed SO hard, his publicly-unforgettable reckoning reformed him.

In both cases, they 1st joked to find who was most susceptible to their words. Unfortunately, this imbecilic fool didn't see the wisdom of the advice personally given by my classmates: ᜑᜓᜏᜄ᜔ ᜃᜅ᜔ ᜋᜄ᜔ᜉᜑᜎᜆ ("Huwag kang magpahalata"; "wag kang mag-pah-hah-lah-TAH"; 「Don't get noticed」). Safety in numbers. Don't stand-out. Stay focused on the schoolword. Fool that I was!

Soon, the individually-fired jokes turned into insults. By the time I adapted, they switched to group-fired barrages. By the time I got used to it, things got physical with pushes. Like with words, the singular pushes eventually became a volley of pushes from all of them in different directions at just about the same time. (My parents, then, made martial-arts training mandatory. Since my skills were still mediocre white-belt level & due to religious convictions plus my desire to not get in trouble with school-officials, I did not start using my skills yet. Sorry, Ma & Pa.) By the time they got used to this, they started recruiting more to join their ranks in pushing me, like a deranged merger of tag & redlight-greenlight, with them surrounding me from all sides and trying to push me into the ground while my attention was in the opposite direction. Eventually, they used their rank & status to commandeer an entire class or 2 of underclassmen "play" with me.

How could I command the younger-ones to stop, when my bullies of equal-rank easily out-numbered me? Even when I wanted to use force to protect myself, how could I use it against obviously shorter, younger kids (who included girls)? My only solution was to run and hide, like a horrible-variant of hide and seek. But understandably, any time of respite to catch my breath was for mere seconds. Due to their sheer numbers, my discovery by any (& hence all when they'd shout their finding to the others) was just a matter of seconds.

Eventually, things got bad enough for me to transfer to another school, where I met my 2nd bully, who used the same method, and reached the same result. This time, I got friends: a Chinese-Filipino & an Filipino-American. Unfortunately, they eventually transferred 1 by 1 due to their parents' jobs, so I was alone again. (The 2nd bully, though, f—up horrifically just weeks before, dropping a rock from a high floor… into the front-glass of a car parked just beside the school. As you can imagine, the car's owner made sure the school's administration & his parents were not happy about this, and put him in their sights.) When the last phase started happening to me, the school's architecture (& the noise of our struggles) made sure I was the spectacle of many throughout the building. After a few days of forced sudden intimacy with cement flooring, I eventually broke-down on the way home.

Eventually, my mother returned to the school, got the teacher & the principal herself, and they all jointly scolded, slapped, ear-pulled, and lectured the Hell out of him in all directions while in front of the assembly to see. I would not be surprised if a report went to his parents and he got Hell from them when he got home that night. From then on, he stopped bullying altogether. He never messed with me again.

I never gave him the opportunity. I was home-schooled the next year, and the next years after that, even when we transferred to the U. S., until my last half of high-school. That was the end of my childhood bulling.

[N192K001]

With my adult mind now, I now realize how many countless opportunities I had to kick my bullies down the stairs (which were reinforced-concrete due to our more frequent earthquakes, and metal-tipped for better foot-grip back in the PH), force their softer kiddie skulls into the pointy edges of the rectangular reinforced-concrete columns, or forcefully trip them into bashing their heads into the hard, cement floors of our schools. Thank God for my naïvety back then!

But personally, I've learned to let go of such poisons & cancers as anger, bitterness, and resentment, which consume from within. If you've ever come face-to-face with anyone fully-consumed, you'd know that's now what you'd want to be. And with Death having suddenly & unexpectedly forced himself into my schedule repeatedly (but fortunately being absent each time… so far) even when I was a mere toddler (yes, as I recently realized after discussing with my mother what I thought was an odd, vague, then-unidentified memory I suspected as a mere bizarre childhood dream of sorts), it impacted me that we generally never know when our last day of life is… or theirs'. It is better to look forward, actively choose to make the best of whatever situations are present, and actually get results that will only make life better in the long-run.

[DaveJord]

I started dating a guy in highschool. She had an ex-boy friend that I was acquaintances with and of course he was 6ft tall 200 LBS football linebacker. He was super jealous, and stalked me for weeks threatening to beat me up. He tried following me home from school a few times, trapped me in the McDonald's drive through once trying to get to get out of my car.

Well one night I was out at a party in my friends orchard. I went to take a piss, and guess who showed up looking for me? Yeah he caught me out at night all by myself with one of his other buddies.

So we fought. I was like 140 lbs. and he was a steroid using football linebacker. He tried punching me but I was able to block and dodge his punches. I tried to get him on the ground but he picked me up and throw me over a fence, then jump over after me. We tussled around he picked me up a second time and tried to slam me down on my neck on top of the fence, but I got free from him, which sent my back over the fence. I got a few good punches in on him, but it didn't effect him. I went to hit him for fourth time be he had me timed and that is when he clocked me. I didn't have time to dodge him this time because I was off balance from the punch I had just throw... I got him on the cheek, but he got me right behind my ear on the top of my head.

I was like getting hit with a hammer, it instantly started to swell in a huge knot, my vision blurred but I stayed on my feet. He stepped back and was yelling at me. I could not understand what he was saying because my ears where still ringing from the impact of the blow. I was literally dead on my feet... then everything snapped back into focus. He was telling me to leave and to get lost. So I left.

Found out later he broke his hand on my head. LOL... yup and he missed three football games after that. Everyone thought that I was a tough guy for fighting him and then breaking his hand. Truth be told I was lucky as hell because if he had not broke his hand, he would of broke my face. There was one or 2 seconds there I had no idea where I was and I was sitting duck, had he keep punching or threw a combo at me. The first punch had more or less just grassed me, but a second punch would of put me down for sure.

So that's my bully story, after that he never messed with me again. Maybe I did better with my punches than I thought, but he was winning that fight no doubt. I landed 4 good ones but he only landed the one and it was over if he keep punching.

Other than that no I was never made fun or bullied... I was pretty popular in school.

Honestly, my ex wife was a huge emotional and mental bully. Not physical of course but she constantly put me down, made fun of me and played all these passive aggressive manipulation games, that really messed with my mind. Now that really screwed me for a long time... but it never stopped me from being successful and divorcing her later. But some of that stuff was really mean and hurtful... so I guess I was bullied ironically by someone 40 pounds lighter and 3 inches short than me. I was traumatized over it, even to this day. But it caused me make sure that my next and current girl friend was the most amazing person ever. No way would I ever put up with that type of relationship again.

[DaveJord]

I date a girl in highschool not a guy that was typo I am fully hetero trust me. ;-)

[Fuentes]

LOL the guy part had me I'm like huh?

[MarkRet]

I was a quiet, skinny, ugly kid with no self-confidence in middle school, and got bullied around by various kids. There was no ONE bully in particular. Since I was so skinny and lighter, I was too intimidated to fight back, so I had to just put up with this abuse off and on. It was mostly boys, but the girls would either laugh at me or verbally cut me down. High school was a little better, and I just tried to stay below the radar. I didn't do ANY activities, go to any dances, or anything like that, and I definitely didn't have a girlfriend.

My senior year, I had a part-time job, and seemed to get along better with co-workers who were my age. Most of them had gone to other high schools. I graduated, but was in a depressed funk, since I was going nowhere, both career-wise and social-wise, and considering suicide as a way out.

About a year later, I decided to work my way out of this mess. I did some partying and hanging out with my co-workers and their friends, and went to a business school to learn computers, as one of my co-worker friends had done. I graduated with an Associate degree, found a better job in a different part of the state, and left my old world behind.

I started doing things I always wanted to do, like ice skating lessons, which I had been too intimidated to do before, and it started giving me more self-confidence. I did a lot of growing up, and broke out of a lot of shells. I even ended up getting married.

I haven't been bullied in decades, but if anybody tried to bully me now, I'd spit in their face and take it on down with them. I still think back on those assholes from middle school, but I have to keep in mind, I'm a very different person now, and they are probably very different (and hopefully better) now too. I heard the biggest bully died about 8 years ago. He's probably being tortured in hell right now, but I've at least forgiven him.

Me as a scared high school kid, and later as a far more confident adult.

[Friendlybro79]

Ugh. Sorry to hear about your story. That is terrible. I was bullied once in 6th grade by an 8th grader on the bus. He would sit next to you and literally beat the shit out of you the entire way home. Face, body, everything. I was about 5'1" in the 6th grade and he was near 6ft and probably 60 pounds heavier than me.

One day he sat down and started wailing on me and it just didn't hurt anymore and I taunted him and said something like is that all you got? I think I even called him a punk lol. I could be making that up. This was in 1990 or 91 if I recall. Well obviously that made it worse and he punched me in the face so hard my mouth started to bleed. I got home and my dad didn't care to ask and my mom was crying. I was so upset that my mom was upset that I decided to fight back the next time it happened.

Funny side note in '91 I guess it was ok for this to happen and my parents never called the school. Go figure. Now I'd be rich lol.

Next day I saw him coming and I punched him in the balls and slammed his head into the plexiglass lol. The kid was so mad and I didn't hit him hard enough because he ce back at me and started choking me. Then a miracle happened and yet another thing that could not happen today.

The bus driver pulled over, yanked the kid off of me, slapped him in the face and threw him off the bus. He radio'd it in so someone would get him. I think the bus driver saved my life. I couldn't breath and felt my eyes pop out of my head. The driver was so upset for me. I never thought about did he know I was being beaten up all day everyday and just stayed out of it or was he really blind to my in seat beat downs.

Regardless that bully left me alone after that. I was scared for a few years afterwards thinking any day he'd attack me. He used to give me looks. I had a break for a year or two when we changed schools but when he was a Senior I was a sophomore who grew into the size I am today. He peaked apparently in 8th grade lol. Or maybe he grew a little more. Lol. I confronted him when he was a Sr. at lunch and said I yelled at him. I told him how about trying to punch me now (insert foul language) he stood up and I stared him down like hulk Hogan did to Andre the Giant on WrestleMania 3 lol. (Dating myself) He sat down. He was a bully throughout highschool and now as an adult I wonder if he was a child of home abuse because it appears many bullies are.

[Blackcosmo]

Yeah through first and second grade. There were these 4 boys that would always make fun of me and I was really sensitive at the time. I had this one boy who called me "buttface" when I asked him to pass the legos. Looking back at it makes me laugh a bit. Honestly during these two years I was a loner who only read books because no one liked me. I stopped getting bullied over the nest few years and then in 4th and 5th grade this guy kept bullying me and it hurt so much. I told my teacher and he went to a counselor for his behaviour. Hopefully he never finds out that was my fault lol. In grade 5 was also the time was bff was starting to get violent towards me.

In grade 6 I moved to a new school and my best friend was hella mean. She bullied me everyday and manipulated me. I was really shy, sensitive, and a people pleaser so I couldn't do anything about it. That continued for a whole year. in 7th grade she was homeschooled so phew lol. I graduated Elementary and I'm homeschooled for a year but I'm planning to go back to public high school in grade 10. I'll just have to make sure to kick anyone's butt if they're mean to me.

[EmyyWolf]

So sorry that happened, and thanks for telling 🥹..
Nowadays do you want revenge?

[Blackcosmo]

My former bullies were just being stupid since they were so young so I don't mind it anymore.
But I want an explanation for why my ex bff was so toxic to me. I'd been her best friend since grade 3 and I was always so nice to her. Sometimes I see her but I ignore her to make her know that I was hurt by her behaviour. She just seems to dense to notice.

[Sparkie460]

People always pick on the nice ones. I hope school goes well for you in 10th grade.

[Blackcosmo]

@Sparkie460 Thank you. I hope so too.

[RACSKC0B]

Fortunately there wasn't much in the way of physically bullying for me inspired of being a pretty good target. I was in special education classes until my freshman year of high school (I'm dyslexic), as if that's not enough I had bifocal glasses at 4 years old, I'm a ginger, and my last name is McDonald.
So of course there were Ronald McDonald jokes, old MacDonald jokes, jokes because I was retarded, sometimes kids would ding-dong-ditch my house, except they would wait for some to answer then yell their McDonald's order, and then run away.
I know I got into a few fights, but I've always had a bad temper, and when I was younger no control over it. So I would tend to start swinging, with little or no warning.
Eventually I just got over being bothered by my last name, and when I got to high school I still wasn't a fast reader, but was doing a lot better then I had any year prior.
No one person really picked on me consistently growing up, just sometimes someone would get a wild hair in their ass for no reason, and they would say things for a month or so.
I've since gotten to be a good size, that allows me to usually correct people's behavior by just saying something, though sometimes I have to stand up. Once in a great while it gets to hands on. But I can't stand bullies, and will always take the side of the person who's out numbered, or smaller. Even if I doubt that we'll win, at least I'll go down swinging with them as someone who stood with them, instead of just standing by.

[alice55]

I did as a teen in middle school, people keep harassing me because my clothes weren't fashionable and because I didn't talk, like they keep on telling me m clothes were ugly and that I should wear skinny jeans, tube top, heels and a bag (while I was 11 years old like seriously i wasn't 14 / 15 like, they keep on repeating the same class over and over again since they were dumb), they were harassing me during all break on the entire break (don't know why they were so obsessed with me).

I didn't give a shit about them truly. They also told me to talk like even just one words but the only words coming in my mind were insult so I kept it shut XD

I had guys also harassing me for no reasons, they just liked to annoy me though we became friends by the end of winter so everything was ok. The girls thought harassed me during 3 years.

And they were the creepiest of them all, she would block me against a window an whisper dirty things she wanted to do to me in my ear during the lunch break (we had a break between 11 : 30 and 13 h but we didn't have the right to go eating at the hours we wanted we had to wait until our class were called to eat and so during the wait she would harass me). I just let her do it cause I had nowhere to hide and she was like twice my size and chubby (she was 15 while I was 11 small and skinny I was 151 cm for 37 kg so yeah no chance to get away). Only stuff I thought was that she was fucking weird and I didn't get why she told me this kind of stuff. I just waited for the lunch to call my class for eating or calling her own so she would leave me alone.

[19magic]

I wore hearing aids in both ears from 3 to 11, I went to four different primary schools and was bullied in all of them. I was the deaf freak, the girl who had to sit at the front of the class all the time, teacher's pet, special treatment. I hated it, I used to run out of class and sit in the leafy canopy where eventually the teacher would find me and come get me.

In secondary school it got worse I used to get chased from these bullies, I had to make sure I ran hard and fast and went a different way home each time so they couldn't find out where I lived. I was ran over by a bike almost smacked my face into the floor. I was often called ugly, b*tch, idiot etc. My bag got stolen and everything was pissed on and they found it in the boys toilets. I used to get asked out only to get laughed at, or the opposite they'd ask me out over and over until I said yes, then follow me around and then pull a prank on me. Used to get nasty messages on FB. Luckily by the time GCSEs hit it wasn't so bad, and then all the annoying kids left when I did my alevels.

But honestly nothing compared to the beatings I got off of my mother, and the stuff I used to see from my grandad. I did see a psychiatrist once and they told me I had extreme PTSD. But it was nothing what the kids done, so anything they did didn't really phase me.

[Anonymous]

I've had two kinds of bullies.

There's the kind who will do it just because you're an easy target for them and it makes them feel big.

But when I was 14 ish I started to realize some most people bully other people because they're frustrated with someone's lifestyle choices.

And usually that frustration comes from someone's ego being so big, they can't see fault in themselves.

These people are suseptable to victim mentality because society will tell them they're doing nothing wrong and instead of working on yourself and being humble enough to grow even if it hurts your pride, you should just think less of these other people and higher of yourself.

The problem with this is that people usually get bullied for actual issues a person can work on.

Max gets bullied for being fat.

People tell max, those people are just bullies, they probably have something going on at home, you're fine just the way you are (they go on to list other positive qualities max has)

Now max has essentially two voices in his head now at odds with eachother.

A. He is a fatass who is gross and infuriating to people and he is lazy etc.

B. He is wonderful just the way he is, he has nothing to prove to these people and nothing they say will change who he is at his core.

The problem is that both of these statements are true and if max never realises this, he's going to have low self confidence, low self respect and will likely never challenge himself enough to change something about himself that deep down, he probably really does want to do something about.

I'm not saying we should bully people. But you hurt people by acting like it's just human nature to be rude to others for no reason whatsoever and that you should never strive to become more than you are currently.

[Hulk30]

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[KelleyNice]

I have never been bullied. I wouldn't tolerate it. If it was insults, I would ignore it and walk away or I would immediately report it to someone in authority. If necessary, I would have an attorney contact the bully or person in authority, or they could explain to the court why they refused to address the problem.

If it was physical harm or threat, I would call the police. And, I would keep calling the police until, rather than be bothered, they did something. If everything else failed, I would sue for damages and l let them hire an attorney to defend the lawsuit. When they or their parents realized, it would cost them money, they would leave me alone.

[EmyyWolf]

You would still do this if the entire class is bullying you?

[KelleyNice]

Absolutely! Of course, I don't attend public school, but if I did, I would tell the teacher. If she couldn't or didn't stop it, the next day I would tell the principal. If he did nothing, I would have an attorney contact him and if necessary, the principal could appear before a judge and explain why he did nothing to prevent it. At the same time, I might file suit against the ringleader and force his parents to spend a lot of money defending the lawsuit or else they could put a stop to it. And, they would since otherwise, it would cost them a lot of money.

After that, the word would be out: You better leave that girl alone.

[Anonymous]

I was bullied when I was about 10 years old. I had just arrived to the U. S., I didn’t speak English and the kids in my class would always pick on me because I am brown. I am from El Salvador, we do have a unique accent in Spanish and that was the reason why my Mexican classmates use to bully me. One time a group white girls (some were my classmates) locked me in the restrooms, they threw my books in the toilet, cut off my pigtail braids and called me a wetback beaner. I remember that day I didn’t put my hands down and just fought back. My English was limited and I made sure they understood that I wasn’t going to keep taking their bullying anymore. One thing I’m still surprised about is that I never let those things get me down. The more they pushed me to the ground, the more dedicated I became to be better. It’s messed up when I see the same girls again because they feel ashamed.

[EmyyWolf]

Who won the physical fight?

[Opinion Owner]

I did. I think that what triggered my rage was seeing joy in their faces when they were cutting off my pigtails braids. Now when I think about that incident, I’m not proud because one of the girls was badly bruised and the other ended up with a broken arm. The other two girls didn’t even get involved, they run out.

[Bluemax]

I was bullied.

The fact remains that *virtually everyone* is bullied at some time or another.

I once asked a question on GAG, were you yourself a bully? It got virtually no responses. And one of the people answering misread the question, believing I had asked were you bullied. Since virtually every person I know at some point has been bullied, and no one comes forth admitting they themselves were bullies, my question is where *are* all these bullies? Why have so few come forward in adulthood to admit to being bullied? I have a possible answer, but I'm curious what you think, asker. I'm curious to hear any explanation.

[MrHopper]

I was bullied a lot in school by girls mostly. I was the shy quiet fat kid and i think they felt they could do or say whatever they wanted to me to humiliate me, this went on for years with 2 groups of girls over 2 schools, things ranged from really basic like just teasing, pretending to ask me out and then laughing about it to grabbing my crotch and bum with the "worst" bit where two straddled me while i was on a chair and pretended to have sex with me (moaning etc, pushing boobs in my face) until a teacher came along and broke it up, this was infront of the whole class

[ZS007]

I suppose yes. I remember in primary school there was a girl that threw in the trash something I had made for the Christmas tree and another group of little bimbo girls would always make stupid comments to my friends and me. Most recently can't believe it happened last year of lyceum I was sitting at the front and this guy was throwing small paper balls in my hair I told him to stop and he didn't so I I stood up from my seat and hit him once on his back from my anger. It was like a really strong pat or slap. We were both called to the councilors office he got reprimanded or something. yey I guess. but another day after that same class I found a f gum in my hair. I wanted to kill them. Why even did they take that lesson as an elective, every day was a clown party...

[Lynnalove]

You're story is similar to mine , I was bullied because I was the overweight girl , by 2 boys , and I was bullied by my crush too 😭 in front of the WHOLE class , but I don't have pcos , that make me feel more ashamed of myself because it's my fault I let go of myself 💔

[EmyyWolf]

Yeah nowadays I look way better and lost all the weight. But those experiences still traumatize me sometimes. I want revenge. To this day I want revenge. Some of those memories torment me and I end up crying.
I had a boy who liked me who ended punching that crush of mine in the face and I was glad. Apparently my crush was talking smack about me to him, and he punched him.
But I still feel like… “vengeance is mine”.

[Lynnalove]

You can heal this by reading a book called " Everything Is A Trauma " , I really recommend it 💗

[EmyyWolf]

this was my very first crush ever. In that 5th grade. And the worst part was when he was with his little group of football 🏈 players.. and he clearly whispered to them “hey guys watch this”.. and he was holding a football in his hands. I was nearby. Next thing I know.. that football is headed towards my face in a perfect swirl. I saw the nose of it and everything. And he ended up giving some fake apology immediately saying that he meant to toss it at his friend with the most serious look upon his face.
His friends seemed kind of pissed at him. I said “don’t worry about it and walked off”, I ended up with a bad nosebleed.
And because he was my very first crush I didn’t even want to get him in trouble =,[
Nowadays I feel so re—ARDED for doing that. I should have told the entire world

[Lynnalove]

Don't worry , I believe in karma , there are consequences for his actions

[Sparkie460]

When I was in 7th grade this one big kid used to bully me every day. I took it for 3 months. Then when we came back to school after Thanksgiving he started in again. He would throw food at me, kick my chair out from under me and trip me in the halls. One day I had enough and my German blood started to boil. He tripped me in the hall near the cafeteria. When I got up I charged after him, jumped up and planted my fist right in his face. We both landed on the ground and I just kept unloading on him until the principal and principal assistant pulled me off him. We both were dragged to the principals office.
Both our parents were called. I got 1 day suspension for fighting and he got 2 weeks suspension. When he returned we were both called down to the main office. They wanted us to shake hands and make up.
The kid that was bullying me ended up being my best friend until we left college.

[exitseven]

wow, that is one cool story.

[Sparkie460]

It takes a lot for me to lose my temper but when I do I just let lose like a cannon

[EllaNella]

I was bullied for all of middle school and the first year of high school. It went from name-calling to throwing rotten food at me up to sexual harassment. Took me quite a while to get over it but by now i'm at a point where i just don't care about people's opinions about me anymore. If there's one thing i've learnt from this all it is how to not be bullied

[Bigjake1019]

I’m sorry

[melanieeeB]

Yeah for a few years and there are a lot of stories but I don't think much of them and they do not haunt me like yours 🙄 Really sorry to hear that.
I personally learned to let it go, I can't change what happened but I can change the outcome!
I used to have a friend who was also bullied and she couldn't let go and turned into this hateful, holding on grudges type of person and it's just not nice.
I suggest you to let it go and move on from that awful experience. You're so much more than that.
Personally I even went to a wedding of one of the girls who bullied me and danced with another one last year, I forgave them for being stupid kids and we get along oke now. We are not friends but friendly to another and you know life goes on.
Things change.