Looking back at my life.
There were many occasions where I was bullied in school growing up.
I experienced both physical and emotional abuse by certain individuals.
This mainly happened during middle school and my early years of High School.
Not really, just one incident when I was in 3rd grade where my arch nemesis at the time got a gang of girls to surround me and make fun of me for being friends with a boy who was considered weird and hanging out with him at recess. They harassed me enough to make me cry and after that no one picked on me again. I was often teased for making friends with boys at that age people would say they were my boyfriends but I’d just laugh and go along with it.
When I was weird as a teen due to mental illness, people definitely excluded and avoided me…but there was never outright bullying. I think because I was seen as being very nice (and conveniently was also attractive) I was spared.
i was never well liked. i only went up to 7th grade in public school before leaving for online homeschooling because of how much distress it caused me. it started with me being excluded in like, first grade, and by sixth grade it was outright bullying and making fun of me
Yes, around forth and fifth grade. I remember it started when i moved from Thousand Oaks to Fountain Valley. My dad insisted on dressing us in Sears clothes, Tough Skins were the pants I remember being so ashamed of. A fashion non-no in trendy Orange County. Surf clothes, Izod, and other preppy stuff were the uniforms worn by the “cool” kids. Also, being half-Japanese wasn’t very acceptable at the time either. So for a couple of years i was sad. Just didn’t know how to react to the ridicule. But I found new ways to be myself and have my little heyday later. The biggest thing for me was to reject and ignore the mainstream ideas of how to look and act. Not that i ever hated anyone or went out of my way to be mean. I just ignored a lot of people.
I was bullied in school cause I was weird. Talking to spirits and ■■■■. Plus I just didn’t have any friends. Kids would laugh at me and hit me and trigger me on purpose.
Then my temper got really bad and I started fighting/attacking everybody that would do bad ■■■■to me. I got a reputation for being a “psycho” and everyone was scared of me
I was bullied as a little kid for being a tomboy by the time I was in the 6th grade I didn’t let anyone ■■■■with me or treat me like ■■■■.
I was known as a bully when I got to high school. Beated the â– â– â– â– out of people any time I wanted for what ever I wanted. I really hate myself for that and when I run into people from high school most are still afraid of me.
I was bullied a lot in school but I brought it on myself I think. I hated others so I’d isolate myself. I was hardcore goth starting in grade 3 so I would play by myself at lunch meditating in the field or catching snakes.
I always dressed different, no matter what. It was (still is I guess) a large part of my identity. I didn’t really care much about getting bullied though. I didn’t want to change and be like everyone else. I wanted to stand out and be unique.
I never really got beat up too bad or anything. Just pushed down stairs and shoved in lockers. I was a tiny girl though so I had that advantage. I’m sure if I was a boy I’d get the ■■■■kicked out of me.
Girls are a different kind of mean then boys though. Boys are physical, and will want to fight. Girls want to start rumors and emotionally abuse and manipulate you for ever and ever, slowly breaking you down.
And when they fight it’s much worse then getting punched I think. Pulling hair and scratching hurts more I think.
I had zero friends from 4th grade through high school. Sometimes, I felt like the loneliest person. I would just walk around trying not to be a loner. I was bullied a bit too. Luckily, college was different. I think when I start college again this fall, I will make a friend or two.
People tried. I usually won them over anyways or befriended someone who was tougher. Surprisingly, or maybye not!, I was bullied a lot in the trades fields at work. A lot of tradies over here grew up with it and always used to get on the new unskilled workers. Wasn’t much fun because you were trying to earn some bread and do your job and you’d have to deal with daily abuse from a bunch of wankers.
I was bullied all through school. I got beaten up and excluded and called names from grade 2-10.
In the beginning, it was because I didn’t speak the language properly, and I didn’t know any of the others. I was also a sensitive kid, and couldn’t tell the difference between friendly and hostile teasing. I would take everything personal and get sad.
When I got older, the social isolation from the bullying (and possible the underlying sz) had made me not very good at social things, so I was weird and awkward and insecure, and the others picked up on that.
When I moved schools, people from my old school started rumours about me that followed me, and I was soon subject to the same bullying at the new school. I got weirder and more awkward as time passed, as my unhappiness and symptoms grew, and I had no confidence whatsoever.
It didn’t help that my teacher hated my guts and refused to help me when I came to her for help. She even said the bullying was my own fault, and that I should try to be more normal!
Actually, I probably did more bullying than getting bullied when I was very young. A couple of times it was my older brother’s friends that instigated my bullying. They’d find some guy they didn’t like, and say, “This kid can beat you up”. There was one time when I was in the first grade that I treated this girl shamefully. She had made a bunch of bad marks on her report card, and I started shouting to other people, "Lori Smith made five “U’s” and ten “I’s” on her report card. (“U” stood for "unsatisfactory, and “I” stood for “incomplete”.) When I look back on that I realize how bad I must have made her feel. I reasoned that she had made those marks out of laziness, and she needed to be punished for that laziness. The truth was probably that she had some kind of learning disability. Maybe some of the harsh treatment I’ve received for my own shortcomings is some kind of karma.
Yes relentlessly. I was a weirdo and I always got into trouble. It was part of the reason I did so bad in school and eventually dropped out. I wish I had changed schools or had someone intervene with the bullying at least.
I got bullied constantly at school - crap like my clothes were flushed down the toilet whilst doing PE and spat on. I won in the end tho, whilst they were getting charged for drugs offences - i landed a job at the local council fixing computers earning more than they ever did. I still see the dregs around town - and it doesn’t take a lot to remind me that i am a way better person than they are. Tho i left the job due to MH illness i still had the last laugh! x