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  • OghulkOghulk Registered User regular
    The first friends I had that lived in my neighborhood decided to mess with me (as was the usual case) by having one guy hold me wth my arms behind my back and throw a hard-packed ice ball (it had snowed the day before and the guy decided to keep it in a freezer cause it never snows here) at my face (where it hit me in the jaw).

    I then called them a bitch so they told their mom and I went home and never hung out with them again.

  • FrankoFranko Sometimes I really wish I had four feet so I could dance with myself to the drumbeat Registered User regular
    I had a roommate in University who was a devote Christian and also gay
    He was a total dick and I hated him

  • OghulkOghulk Registered User regular
    From that last story onwards there was a group of friends I hung out with a lot growing up. There was me, a guy 2 years older than me, a girl a year older than me, the brother of the girl (he was a year younger than me), the sister of the other guy who was the same age as the brother, and another guy 3 years younger than me. It was a diverse group of ages.

    The sister who was a year younger than me was pretty good at saying mean things. She once told me I was going to hell cause I didn't go to church on sunday. She also told me when I think I was 15 or 14 that I'd grow up to be the 40-year old virgin and no girl would ever like me cause I was a fat disgusting person.

    In general the group used to mess with me a lot. Pretty much every single one of my friends growing up loved messing with me psychologically cause I'm an easy target. There were times where they would all be hanging out down the street so I'd ride my bike down to see them and then they'd go inside someone's house but not invite me in so I'd just ride around waiting for them to come back out cause I was lonely and didn't want to go home and feel embarassed facing my dad and telling him they ditched me.

    There were a lot of instances of friends messing with me (it was never random people, always people I felt kind of close to) so I don't feel like going into any of them.

  • DruhimDruhim Registered User, ClubPA regular
    Oghulk wrote: »
    From that last story onwards there was a group of friends I hung out with a lot growing up. There was me, a guy 2 years older than me, a girl a year older than me, the brother of the girl (he was a year younger than me), the sister of the other guy who was the same age as the brother, and another guy 3 years younger than me. It was a diverse group of ages.

    The sister who was a year younger than me was pretty good at saying mean things. She once told me I was going to hell cause I didn't go to church on sunday. She also told me when I think I was 15 or 14 that I'd grow up to be the 40-year old virgin and no girl would ever like me cause I was a fat disgusting person.

    In general the group used to mess with me a lot. Pretty much every single one of my friends growing up loved messing with me psychologically cause I'm an easy target. There were times where they would all be hanging out down the street so I'd ride my bike down to see them and then they'd go inside someone's house but not invite me in so I'd just ride around waiting for them to come back out cause I was lonely and didn't want to go home and feel embarassed facing my dad and telling him they ditched me.

    There were a lot of instances of friends messing with me (it was never random people, always people I felt kind of close to) so I don't feel like going into any of them.

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  • The Cow KingThe Cow King a island Registered User regular
    The more I think about it the more awful elementary school was

    but none of that shit matters so whatever~

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  • StaleStale Registered User regular
    I've told the Bugle Boy story before, but here goes. This is good old fashioned country bullying at it's finest.


    So in 7th grade, we moved from our individual farming villages schools to one centralized school for all the villages. It meant a 45-min ride on the bus to a school built, quite literally in the middle of a corn field nowhere near anything. It was 4 or 5 miles to the closest town. We shared this building with the high schoolers. Now this was a country school, very very rural. Planting, Harvest, Tractor Show, and Deer Season were all excused absences. Country.

    Shop was not an optional class, it was mandatory and everyone took it. So that is where I found myself in seventh grade, in a shop class full of kids I had never met before, and High Schoolers in an adjoining class, separated only by a screen door. Being the fat fat fatty kid, I of course was the easiest target in a class full of easy targets. My mother had just bought me some new Bugle Boy pants for school. BB was cool back then.

    These pants had two giant opposing Bs on the ass. Now, like I said I was fat. Really really fat. So the pants kinda... stretched those Bs out. Why anyone thought this was a good idea is beyond me, but anyway, there I was the fat kid with giant oblong distended Bs across my ass like some kind of douchebag neon sign.

    The hick high school guys of course loved this and thought it was the best thing ever. So they descended on me like a biblical plague. Pushing, shoving, slapping, punching, dragging me around and generally having a great old time. The shop teacher didn't fucking care and I even caught him laughing a few times. This went on, escalating over the course of the first week, and by that friday, it was just an expected part of my day. "Get my ass kicked in front of everyone from 2 to 3."

    It was on that friday that I wore the same pants I had on monday. They immediately remember them and started in on me about them. I had finally had it and decided to try jabbing one of them with a screwdriver. That was a big mistake. It ratcheted up their bloodlust and they decided it was time to teach fatty a lesson. Now our classrooms had tall thin hard rubber trashcans. They were maybe 3 or 3.5 feet tall and not terribly wide. It was common for the older students to use them as spittoons for dip.

    you can see where this story is going.

    I was slapped and punched around, and then shoved headfirst into a can, but alas, I was a little too rotund. So after much shoving and grunting, they stopped, and I was stuck-fast.

    My giant BB ass exposed to the world, and the yard sticks and metal rulers they were now swatting me with.

    At this point, after a full 5 minutes of me getting the shit kicked out of me, the teacher came out to the shop and starting yelling for us to "quit screwing around! Kinder get out of there!"

    But I couldn't. I was stuck, pudgy legs kicking. "You two!" pointing to two of the guys that had put me there, "Get him out of there!" So they did the logical thing, they kicked me.

    And over I toppled and landed on my butt.

    This is the point of the story I remind you about the dip, and the spittoon. yeah. I was now covered in spit and tobacco juice.

    The teacher quickly realized what happened, and how I was stuck. He had to call the maintenance guy to come down and both them spent about 10 minutes cutting me free.

    The entire time the class gathered around while everyone, teacher, janitor, and students, ridiculed me non-stop for being too fat.

    Once the can came off, everyone got a good look at my flushed, dip-stained face, and my shirt that was now a sickly yellow-brown in color. bits of paper and garbage stuck to my head.

    It took almost 3 years before guys stopped spitting on me as they walked by.

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  • Der Waffle MousDer Waffle Mous Blame this on the misfortune of your birth. New Yark, New Yark.Registered User regular
    Druhim wrote: »
    I hit someone two weeks ago.
    I was at a party and this ass that I knew from a few years back asked me how my ex was, then laughed, and said if he'd had to be around me he'd have done the same thing.

    He was at her funeral six months ago, after she shot herself.

    I very calmly hit him square in the face, and then my other friends dragged him off, I assume to kick the shit out of him behind a dumpster.

    Jesus. Reminds me of a previous boss. She did not get along with her sister at all because her sister was a raging bitch. So my boss and her husband had been trying for a while to have a kid, and she finally gets pregnant. Then at a thanksgiving gathering of family, bitchy sister literally told her in front of everyone there that she hoped she had a miscarriage.
    The worst part? She did end up miscarrying a few weeks later.

    This is pretty much my auntie, and a large reason why my dad's siblings all seem to despise eachother.

    Well, at least me and my cousins all get along.

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  • Munkus BeaverMunkus Beaver Registered User, ClubPA regular
    Stale wrote: »
    I've told the Bugle Boy story before, but here goes. This is good old fashioned country bullying at it's finest.


    So in 7th grade, we moved from our individual farming villages schools to one centralized school for all the villages. It meant a 45-min ride on the bus to a school built, quite literally in the middle of a corn field nowhere near anything. It was 4 or 5 miles to the closest town. We shared this building with the high schoolers. Now this was a country school, very very rural. Planting, Harvest, Tractor Show, and Deer Season were all excused absences. Country.

    Shop was not an optional class, it was mandatory and everyone took it. So that is where I found myself in seventh grade, in a shop class full of kids I had never met before, and High Schoolers in an adjoining class, separated only by a screen door. Being the fat fat fatty kid, I of course was the easiest target in a class full of easy targets. My mother had just bought me some new Bugle Boy pants for school. BB was cool back then.

    These pants had two giant opposing Bs on the ass. Now, like I said I was fat. Really really fat. So the pants kinda... stretched those Bs out. Why anyone thought this was a good idea is beyond me, but anyway, there I was the fat kid with giant oblong distended Bs across my ass like some kind of douchebag neon sign.

    The hick high school guys of course loved this and thought it was the best thing ever. So they descended on me like a biblical plague. Pushing, shoving, slapping, punching, dragging me around and generally having a great old time. The shop teacher didn't fucking care and I even caught him laughing a few times. This went on, escalating over the course of the first week, and by that friday, it was just an expected part of my day. "Get my ass kicked in front of everyone from 2 to 3."

    It was on that friday that I wore the same pants I had on monday. They immediately remember them and started in on me about them. I had finally had it and decided to try jabbing one of them with a screwdriver. That was a big mistake. It ratcheted up their bloodlust and they decided it was time to teach fatty a lesson. Now our classrooms had tall thin hard rubber trashcans. They were maybe 3 or 3.5 feet tall and not terribly wide. It was common for the older students to use them as spittoons for dip.

    you can see where this story is going.

    I was slapped and punched around, and then shoved headfirst into a can, but alas, I was a little too rotund. So after much shoving and grunting, they stopped, and I was stuck-fast.

    My giant BB ass exposed to the world, and the yard sticks and metal rulers they were now swatting me with.

    At this point, after a full 5 minutes of me getting the shit kicked out of me, the teacher came out to the shop and starting yelling for us to "quit screwing around! Kinder get out of there!"

    But I couldn't. I was stuck, pudgy legs kicking. "You two!" pointing to two of the guys that had put me there, "Get him out of there!" So they did the logical thing, they kicked me.

    And over I toppled and landed on my butt.

    This is the point of the story I remind you about the dip, and the spittoon. yeah. I was now covered in spit and tobacco juice.

    The teacher quickly realized what happened, and how I was stuck. He had to call the maintenance guy to come down and both them spent about 10 minutes cutting me free.

    The entire time the class gathered around while everyone, teacher, janitor, and students, ridiculed me non-stop for being too fat.

    Once the can came off, everyone got a good look at my flushed, dip-stained face, and my shirt that was now a sickly yellow-brown in color. bits of paper and garbage stuck to my head.

    It took almost 3 years before guys stopped spitting on me as they walked by.

    Fuck.

    Just

    *begins walking away*

    fuck it!

    Fuck!

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  • OghulkOghulk Registered User regular
    I guess one of the worst instances of 'bullying' in my life comes from my dad

    without going too into it my mother left me with my dad when I was 3 or 4 months old in a really violent way. I've never seen her and probably never will

    well when I didn't do something my dad wanted or would piss him off he'd threaten to move closer to his work (a 45-50 minute drive south of where we lived) and just leave me with my grandma, and it always worked

    it's safe to say I kind of have abandonment issues

  • Dead LegendDead Legend Registered User regular
    I think that's a thing that dads do

    "I'm gonna drop you off at the central texas children's home"

    "go play in traffic"

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  • MysstMysst King Monkey of Hedonism IslandRegistered User regular
    edited October 2012
    I didn't really have a dad until I was ten. shit can be weird

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  • OghulkOghulk Registered User regular
    sure, still hurt though and usually ended up in me crying in my room at night going to sleep cause i figured he and everyone else would leave me and that not even the dog loved me

  • I Win SwordfightsI Win Swordfights all the traits of greatness starlight at my feetRegistered User regular
    for about 18 years there was a lot of screaming and insults and threats of violence and a bit of actual violence

    and then all of the sudden he just kinda got better about it, and so did i, and now my dad and i are best friends

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  • TallahasseerielTallahasseeriel Registered User regular
    Oghulk wrote: »
    sure, still hurt though and usually ended up in me crying in my room at night going to sleep cause i figured he and everyone else would leave me and that not even the dog loved me
    That's not normal? Shit.

    I do that most night to this day.

    My real dad left me alone in a county fair one time when I was 3 years old. He didn't look for me for 4 hours which I had to spend in a sweltering hot little trailer office and when he found me he yelled at me a ton for getting lost.

    Then when I was 14 my step dad shot and killed himself, not that I ever was super close to him, since he was really sick and didn't really talk to us much.

    My mom has just always been super distant and almost never hugged me or told me she loved me my entire life.

  • Big Red TieBig Red Tie beautiful clydesdale style feet too hot to trotRegistered User regular
    I just kind of read books when I was a kid

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  • RT800RT800 Registered User regular
    edited October 2012
    One time my dad tried to beat me with a flashlight while I was on the toilet.

    But I slammed his head in the bathroom door so it's cool.

    We get along fine. Sounds worse than it was.

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  • OghulkOghulk Registered User regular
    Uriel wrote: »
    Oghulk wrote: »
    sure, still hurt though and usually ended up in me crying in my room at night going to sleep cause i figured he and everyone else would leave me and that not even the dog loved me
    That's not normal? Shit.

    I do that most night to this day.

    My real dad left me alone in a county fair one time when I was 3 years old. He didn't look for me for 4 hours which I had to spend in a sweltering hot little trailer office and when he found me he yelled at me a ton for getting lost.

    Then when I was 14 my step dad shot and killed himself, not that I ever was super close to him, since he was really sick and didn't really talk to us much.

    My mom has just always been super distant and almost never hugged me or told me she loved me my entire life.

    Jesus shit

  • DoobhDoobh She/Her, Ace Pan/Bisexual 8-) What's up, bootlickers?Registered User regular
    Oghulk wrote: »
    Uriel wrote: »
    Oghulk wrote: »
    sure, still hurt though and usually ended up in me crying in my room at night going to sleep cause i figured he and everyone else would leave me and that not even the dog loved me
    That's not normal? Shit.

    I do that most night to this day.

    My real dad left me alone in a county fair one time when I was 3 years old. He didn't look for me for 4 hours which I had to spend in a sweltering hot little trailer office and when he found me he yelled at me a ton for getting lost.

    Then when I was 14 my step dad shot and killed himself, not that I ever was super close to him, since he was really sick and didn't really talk to us much.

    My mom has just always been super distant and almost never hugged me or told me she loved me my entire life.

    Jesus shit

    well fuck

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  • DruhimDruhim Registered User, ClubPA regular
    Stale wrote: »
    I've told the Bugle Boy story before, but here goes. This is good old fashioned country bullying at it's finest.


    So in 7th grade, we moved from our individual farming villages schools to one centralized school for all the villages. It meant a 45-min ride on the bus to a school built, quite literally in the middle of a corn field nowhere near anything. It was 4 or 5 miles to the closest town. We shared this building with the high schoolers. Now this was a country school, very very rural. Planting, Harvest, Tractor Show, and Deer Season were all excused absences. Country.

    Shop was not an optional class, it was mandatory and everyone took it. So that is where I found myself in seventh grade, in a shop class full of kids I had never met before, and High Schoolers in an adjoining class, separated only by a screen door. Being the fat fat fatty kid, I of course was the easiest target in a class full of easy targets. My mother had just bought me some new Bugle Boy pants for school. BB was cool back then.

    These pants had two giant opposing Bs on the ass. Now, like I said I was fat. Really really fat. So the pants kinda... stretched those Bs out. Why anyone thought this was a good idea is beyond me, but anyway, there I was the fat kid with giant oblong distended Bs across my ass like some kind of douchebag neon sign.

    The hick high school guys of course loved this and thought it was the best thing ever. So they descended on me like a biblical plague. Pushing, shoving, slapping, punching, dragging me around and generally having a great old time. The shop teacher didn't fucking care and I even caught him laughing a few times. This went on, escalating over the course of the first week, and by that friday, it was just an expected part of my day. "Get my ass kicked in front of everyone from 2 to 3."

    It was on that friday that I wore the same pants I had on monday. They immediately remember them and started in on me about them. I had finally had it and decided to try jabbing one of them with a screwdriver. That was a big mistake. It ratcheted up their bloodlust and they decided it was time to teach fatty a lesson. Now our classrooms had tall thin hard rubber trashcans. They were maybe 3 or 3.5 feet tall and not terribly wide. It was common for the older students to use them as spittoons for dip.

    you can see where this story is going.

    I was slapped and punched around, and then shoved headfirst into a can, but alas, I was a little too rotund. So after much shoving and grunting, they stopped, and I was stuck-fast.

    My giant BB ass exposed to the world, and the yard sticks and metal rulers they were now swatting me with.

    At this point, after a full 5 minutes of me getting the shit kicked out of me, the teacher came out to the shop and starting yelling for us to "quit screwing around! Kinder get out of there!"

    But I couldn't. I was stuck, pudgy legs kicking. "You two!" pointing to two of the guys that had put me there, "Get him out of there!" So they did the logical thing, they kicked me.

    And over I toppled and landed on my butt.

    This is the point of the story I remind you about the dip, and the spittoon. yeah. I was now covered in spit and tobacco juice.

    The teacher quickly realized what happened, and how I was stuck. He had to call the maintenance guy to come down and both them spent about 10 minutes cutting me free.

    The entire time the class gathered around while everyone, teacher, janitor, and students, ridiculed me non-stop for being too fat.

    Once the can came off, everyone got a good look at my flushed, dip-stained face, and my shirt that was now a sickly yellow-brown in color. bits of paper and garbage stuck to my head.

    It took almost 3 years before guys stopped spitting on me as they walked by.

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  • Binary SquidBinary Squid We all make choices Registered User regular
    RT800 wrote: »
    One time my dad tried to beat me with a flashlight while I was on the toilet.

    But I slammed his head in the bathroom door so it's cool.

    We get along fine. Sounds worse than it was.

    Nerf makes doors and flashlights? Cause flashlight beating sounds pretty bad.

    The strangest bullying I encountered, though not even close to the worst, was when a girl in my class hit me in the head with an aluminum baseball bat. There was the standard hospital visit and check for skull fractures, and she didn't get into trouble because everyone around swore that I walked into it while she was getting ready to hit the ball.

    That's not weird though. Bullies getting away with shit like that is pretty basic, but at a party two years later she was there and the topic was mentioned and she had absolutely no idea why she did it. And it's not like she had a history of this either; just the one time. Bat. Head. Me.

  • StaleStale Registered User regular
    made me the man I am

    :cry:

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  • MysstMysst King Monkey of Hedonism IslandRegistered User regular
    RT800 wrote: »
    One time my dad tried to beat me with a flashlight while I was on the toilet.

    But I slammed his head in the bathroom door so it's cool.

    We get along fine. Sounds worse than it was.

    Nerf makes doors and flashlights? Cause flashlight beating sounds pretty bad.

    The strangest bullying I encountered, though not even close to the worst, was when a girl in my class hit me in the head with an aluminum baseball bat. There was the standard hospital visit and check for skull fractures, and she didn't get into trouble because everyone around swore that I walked into it while she was getting ready to hit the ball.

    That's not weird though. Bullies getting away with shit like that is pretty basic, but at a party two years later she was there and the topic was mentioned and she had absolutely no idea why she did it. And it's not like she had a history of this either; just the one time. Bat. Head. Me.

    me and a kid were play-chasing each other around and I decided it would be a good idea to open the fridge into his face when he was behind me

    he had a wicked bruise but he also thought it was hilarious so, y'know, kids just do things sometimes without thinking

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  • denihilistdenihilist Ancient and Mighty Registered User, Moderator mod
    My bullying stories are hell of tame compared to you guys. Brodolences

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  • DruhimDruhim Registered User, ClubPA regular
    I remember when we were teens and lived out in the woods, my older brother, Steve was getting up in my grill about something stupid as siblings are often inclined to do. I don't recall the particulars of why he was getting up in my shit but it led to us yelling at each other and me running into the back yard and giving him shit while he stood on the deck. Then he grabbed a log from the wood pile and hucked it at me, and I just stood there and laughed at him. Until it nailed me right in the forehead.

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  • Binary SquidBinary Squid We all make choices Registered User regular
    Mysst wrote: »
    me and a kid were play-chasing each other around and I decided it would be a good idea to open the fridge into his face when he was behind me

    he had a wicked bruise but he also thought it was hilarious so, y'know, kids just do things sometimes without thinking

    That's probably it. She literally had no idea why she did it either. Like there was some thought process that went:

    if bat then hit head

    execute

    hilarity?

    I still file it in the bullying column because it was one out of many incidents, with some involving the same people who lied about her swinging at a ball.

  • MysstMysst King Monkey of Hedonism IslandRegistered User regular
    Mysst wrote: »
    me and a kid were play-chasing each other around and I decided it would be a good idea to open the fridge into his face when he was behind me

    he had a wicked bruise but he also thought it was hilarious so, y'know, kids just do things sometimes without thinking

    That's probably it. She literally had no idea why she did it either. Like there was some thought process that went:

    if bat then hit head

    execute

    hilarity?

    I still file it in the bullying column because it was one out of many incidents, with some involving the same people who lied about her swinging at a ball.

    yeah, the bullying part of it definitely applies if she was not immediately horrified about what she had done

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  • LarlarLarlar consecutive normal brunches Moderator, ClubPA mod
    edited October 2012
    I took an 11th-grade geography course the year I was in Grade 10 and five guys in that class saw fit to make me suffer for being smaller and younger than them. To paint the picture of my 10th-grade self, I was 4'10" and looked like I was about 10 years old (I grew about eight inches in the next year alone). I was that kid who would weave through busy high school hallways at waist height and make people wonder if I was in the wrong school. Every high school has at least one of those kids.

    I took their daily verbal and physical abuse with mostly passive silence, walking away at every opportunity and pushing down all my rage into a volatile little ball, which of course is the psychologically approved method of dealing with things as a teenager. In the beginning, every so often I would occasionally explode and try to fight back but all that did was, as Stale put it, "ratchet up their bloodlust."

    That remained the status quo up until, on a field trip, I temporarily lost my hearing in my left ear when one of them threw a rock at my head.

    Since it was hard to miss a concussed student bleeding all over the bus ride back to school, our teacher brought me to the vice-principal to talk about what had happened. It wasn't long before the VP made a point of intervening and speaking to the five boys, which of course only made things worse. In addition to everything else ramping up on school grounds, my house started getting egged in the middle of the night, which pissed me off more than anything else because this part of my life was now affecting my parents'.

    There was a baseball bat I kept stored at home near our front door. After a while, every day before leaving the house I'd stop and stare at it and think maybe this would be the day I'd nonchalantly take it to school and try to shatter some of their kneecaps.

    Yeah, that was a bad year. I really hate bullies.

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  • MeldingMelding Registered User regular
    my survival tactic was to make friends with the bigger outcasts.

    I was friends with pretty much all the drug dealers. not good friends or anything, but when you hang around with a guy who carried a hunting knife on him at all times "cause cops" people leave you alone.

    I eventually stopped hanging out with those guys, because well, i mean the guy carried a knife on him because cops.

  • denihilistdenihilist Ancient and Mighty Registered User, Moderator mod
    Druhim wrote: »
    I remember when we were teens and lived out in the woods, my older brother, Steve was getting up in my grill about something stupid as siblings are often inclined to do. I don't recall the particulars of why he was getting up in my shit but it led to us yelling at each other and me running into the back yard and giving him shit while he stood on the deck. Then he grabbed a log from the wood pile and hucked it at me, and I just stood there and laughed at him. Until it nailed me right in the forehead.
    This answers so many questions.

  • EncEnc A Fool with Compassion Pronouns: He, Him, HisRegistered User regular
    Early on I was a pretty big guy for my age. I was a bit overweight, but I was mostly just a foot and a half taller than everyone else and carried around a wooden trumpet case to and from Junior High band. Over time, a lot of my friends were bullied but, because I was bigger than most of the bullies, I usually escaped it. I eventually started walking between situations when they started and tried to redirected the bullying towards me and, on the few instances where a fight did break out, would just clob someone with the case and that was that. By time I got to High School most folk wouldn't bully me or most of the folk I hung out with because of the past, even though I wasn't bigger than most folk anymore.

    But for a lot of folk, shit got really real and some really nasty things were done. Kids are the most cruel. And all of this was BEFORE internet and all the shit that can be pulled from there. I wouldn't want to be growing up now, so many ways to be tormented.

  • SweetJohnnyCageSweetJohnnyCage Registered User regular
    I was bullied by someone in 5th grade, all year. September to June. I'd get made fun of, things stolen out of my desk, beat up, really stupid shit. Of course it was done out of the sight of teachers, but what else would you expect. When I told my parents about it, they signed me up for karate classes. It didn't last very long as one day, I just got so fed up with it. Class let out, and he pushed me as I was walking down the hall with a few friends. I turned around and socked him right in the nose. No karate moves, just a good old fashioned punch. I didn't stop hitting him until his girlfriend (if she was even his GF, it was the 5th grade lol) hit me on the head with a violin case. It didn't hurt, it just distracted me enough for him to weasel his way off the floor. He never spoke to me or touched me again. Nothing like blind rage to solve your problems!

    To this day, I don't know why he picked on me. It's not like I was an outcast, I wasn't overweight, I wasn't nerdy looking. I was just another kid who happened to like video games over sports. He had some really fucked up family issues. His dad died when he was younger (maybe in like kindergarten or first grade), so maybe that's where his problems stemmed from. His sister was my sister's age and she told me she was very strange as well. Sometimes it makes you wonder what the bullies are going through. Too bad they take their problems out on the wrong people.

  • BerkBerk Registered User regular
    stale i hope you did the reasonable thing in that situation

    and burned that place to the ground

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  • Munkus BeaverMunkus Beaver Registered User, ClubPA regular
    I'd had been bullied more if I wasn't so sick.

    I had my AIM account hacked by my 'friends' who I had stuck with since middleschool. They thought it was hilarious to say I was gay to every person on my contacts list. I suggested I might killmyself to one of them, which allowed me to enough time to get control of my account and change the password/email. No, I wasn't serious, but I had to make a play and they weren't relenting. And it worked! After weeks I got my account back.

    Despite that, the thing that felt worse was being in the hospital for months at a time and having no visitors outside of adults and people in the family. It was a long term realization that none of these people were actually my friends.

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  • KochikensKochikens Registered User regular
    Larlar wrote: »
    I took an 11th-grade geography course the year I was in Grade 10 and five guys in that class saw fit to make me suffer for being smaller and younger than them. To paint the picture of my 10th-grade self, I was 4'10" and looked like I was about 10 years old (I grew about eight inches in the next year alone). I was that kid who would weave through busy high school hallways at waist height and make people wonder if I was in the wrong school. Every high school has at least one of those kids.

    I took their daily verbal and physical abuse with mostly passive silence, walking away at every opportunity and pushing down all my rage into a volatile little ball, which of course is the psychologically approved method of dealing with things as a teenager. In the beginning, every so often I would occasionally explode and try to fight back but all that did was, as Stale put it, "ratchet up their bloodlust."

    That remained the status quo up until, on a field trip, I temporarily lost my hearing in my left ear when one of them threw a rock at my head.

    Since it was hard to miss a concussed student bleeding all over the bus ride back to school, our teacher brought me to the vice-principal to talk about what had happened. It wasn't long before the VP made a point of intervening and speaking to the five boys, which of course only made things worse. In addition to everything else ramping up on school grounds, my house started getting egged in the middle of the night, which pissed me off more than anything else because this part of my life was now affecting my parents'.

    There was a baseball bat I kept stored at home near our front door. After a while, every day before leaving the house I'd stop and stare at it and think maybe this would be the day I'd nonchalantly take it to school and try to shatter some of their kneecaps.

    Yeah, that was a bad year. I really hate bullies.

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  • KochikensKochikens Registered User regular
    im just gonna hug everyone sorry youll have to deal with it

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  • StaleStale Registered User regular
    Berk wrote: »
    stale i hope you did the reasonable thing in that situation

    and burned that place to the ground

    no, I spent my time becoming awesome

    They all, for the most part became fat useless slobs

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  • StaleStale Registered User regular
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    no matter how cheesey you think that is, it is solid advice

    and it absolutely is how I got through school.

    "None of this matters, fuck these people, I'm going to be awesome."

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  • denihilistdenihilist Ancient and Mighty Registered User, Moderator mod
    Stale wrote: »
    Berk wrote: »
    stale i hope you did the reasonable thing in that situation

    and burned that place to the ground

    no, I spent my time becoming awesome

    They all, for the most part became fat useless slobs

    The best revenge.

  • LarlarLarlar consecutive normal brunches Moderator, ClubPA mod
    I agree wholeheartedly.

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  • ButtlordButtlord Fornicus Lord of Bondage and PainRegistered User regular
    denihilist wrote: »
    denihilist wrote: »
    Stale wrote: »
    Berk wrote: »
    stale i hope you did the reasonable thing in that situation

    and burned that place to the ground

    no, I spent my time becoming awesome

    They all, for the most part became fat useless slobs

    The best revenge.
    no i'm pretty sure the best revenge is murder/arson

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