To what degree were you bullied?

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To what degree were you bullied in school? I would say I was bullied in a "so-so" level. There were always those people who were bullied by many people. I was one of those people who were bullied by about 2 people at a time.

Ever see the 80's movie "Can't Buy Me Love" when the main character started out a nerd, became popular because he bribed a popular girl into making him popular, and then was found out, resulting in being so outcast, the nerds not wanting to sit with him at lunch? That level (and the nerd/lunch thing -- that actually happened to me too -- no exaggeration here -- except, I never got to be the popular kid before it happened). I remember when the GIRLS used to throw food at me in high school when I would sit in the senior's lounge. People who used to go to school with me have expressed wonder that I never brought a gun to school. It screwed me up for decades even after, but I finally got over it. No bullets were ever fired.

Really I should just find one of my old posts on the subject and cut and paste.
I was bullied a lot. At first it was mostly teachers.
I had 2 teachers in particular who seemed to get their jollies from bullying me.
One was in day care..the other was in 1st grade.
The day care teacher was really confusing..She would isolate me from the other kids so I always seemed separate from them, and I didn't understand why.
My first grade teacher was awful...she was mean to me every day. That was also the year I started getting bullied in school...I was bullied a lot all through school. Sometimes it seemed like the whole class was in on it.

It let off some around high school.

Kids would gang up on me and physically beat me up on the School Bus, at Recess/Lunch, or any activities, basically any chance they got. When there wasn't a chance for physical beatings, they would verbally abuse me or throw trash or food at me. I ended up getting fairly seriously injured many times, including a being knocked unconscious and a severely dislocated shoulder that still bothers me even in my 30s. School teachers and parents would bully me as well verbally and encouraged other kids to do it, my PE teacher asked the other boys to punch me and then laughed in my face about it. Women all thought I was disgusting or ugly or dangerous and told me as much so what they used to say to me actually hurt worse than any amount of physical damage the males did. Considering I was weight training to try to protect myself from them and from my parents, I could probably have defended myself better, but I just could never fight, just never could... It was a small community and I was their whipping boy *shrug*.

My name was a curse. I could never explain to anybody how I was being made fun of, because they'd always ask me what they said. They'd make excuses on anything I could think of, and nobody ever seemed to understand that the "Ew, it's m****" was the worst thing.. I'm not saying this well, I have a lot of trouble even thinking about it..
Yea, it was really, really bad. I wanted to die. Desperately. For a long time.

My first day of kindergarten I was bullied by the PRINCIPAL! I brought my carebear with me because I couldnt be without him (good luck bear). My teacher tried to take him and was just plain mean so I tried to bite her when she was ripping him out of my hands so she called in the principal he did the same thing they were both pissed that I won . The rest of my school career I was labeled BAD and psychologically bullied and taunted with the principals approval . Since I didnt know how to verbally respond to these taunts and couldn't understand why I got no help from my teacher I took matters into my own hands and lashed out at my tormentors I had a rep for beating up boys. In short I became a bully not by nature but because there was no one in my corner until 3rd grade . This is why I am so happy kids with autism are being diagnosed so readily now so they have advocates and don't get labeled as a mere behavioral problem.

I wasn't bullied much.

I'm glad you made it out Maggiedoll, I was the same way with wanting to die for a long time, and I know how it feels.

It went in and out of severity for a while. In elementary school I was bullied by a group of boys. I was never really beaten up, but a couple of times I would be pushed up against a wall or fence. I remember the principal getting involved once because it escalated to about 10 kids pushing me around on the playground one day. He had a meeting with all the kids and I in his office. In fifth grade another group of boys pushed me to the point that I didn't know what do about it. I asked my dad and he said to punch the worst one in the face. I did and then he and all his friends ganged up on me later, and actually did beat me up that time. I was teased mostly for my stims that I couldn't control until around 6th grade. Luckily I changed schools a lot so by the time I was in 6th grade, nobody had heard of me or my stims. So the initial teasing got better but I still didn't have any friends. Well I had one friend, but he went to another school. When I got to high school I could pass as almost normal. That's also when I came out of the closet as a homosexual, so then I had to deal with the teasing for that. Luckily, I got a lot more support from the staff when I was being called a fa***t, rather than just weird.

Define bullying.

If bullying is physical abuse i.e fighting-- hitting, not very often.

If bullying is harassment or teasing or throwing paper balls, then I would answer quite often.

Did anyone else honestly mistake pity for friendship, even knowing what it was?

I remember the meanest kids telling me that the few who were nice to me didn't really like me, they just felt sorry for me, and I'd respond that it was the same thing. I felt that if someone thought that I deserved pity, they considered me almost human. People who didn't like me treated me like crap on the bottom of their shoes, so if someone was nice to me because they pitied me, it meant that they didn't despise me, so that they must like me at least a little. I remember thinking about it at length, and being sure that feeling sorry for someone meant that you had to like them. I'm still not sure it doesn't mean that.

I don't really remmember any bullying... Or if i was bullied then i didn't recognize it. I was completely in my own world throughout most of school. There were points throughout school where there were certain people i talked to. If i had someone around me that i knew, then i'd sometimes even be in sort of a comfort zone and talk a lot, even.. So how i was varied greatly with the situation... But there weren't a lot of people in my classes through school that i was really comfortable with like that. So, for the MOST part, i was extremely quiet. When most people in my classes talked to me, i'd just give short answers or sometimes just ignore them completely. One person in high school even called me "mute girl" every time he'd see me in the lunchroom.. And there were many times when someone from school would ask if i could talk, or would see me when i was talking really fast around someone i knew and then say "wow, and i didn't think you could talk," or something like that. I mostly think that i was too detached from the rest of the kids' social groups to be bullied much. They probably knew that i'd just ignore it anyway.

I understand that Maggiedoll. I have had it happen with people not participating in the bullying or defending me because they felt pity. And while I don't think it's necessarily wrong to appreciate the gestures, it does not equate to friendship. I might have an unrealistic view of friendship being that I've never really had a friend, but I think that friendship should be equal. Give and take from both directions. You don't have to be the same certainly, but both have to feel equal parts.

That's interesting that they called you mute girl, Coldblooded. It seems that many of us respond to our social disfunction and bullying by climbing into a shell. I think most of this town doesn't even think I can speak. I don't like to talk to people unless I have to so I just usually use sign language if needed. But, I like that you are so quiet, the quiet girls are the keepers in my opinion. You keep on being all thoughtful and mysterious if you want to

I'm an Air Force brat. One thing I remember very clearly was that when I went to a school on base, I wasn't bullied. Go to a civillian school, then I got beaten and bullied almost every day. My brother was suspended several times for fighting.

I think the worst was when I'd ride my motorcycle to school-one could get a motorcycle license at 14 back then. At least every other week, I'd get ambushed and poked with a cattle prod, tires slashed, and the gastank petcock broken off. Not to mention hit in the head with a glass bottle, helmet, and several boots.

Teachers and the principal never did anything. I'd tell them who the other kids were, and I'd get beat up for telling. It's amazing I didn't pull a Columbine.

I'm amazed I kept going back to school.

My brother was expelled at one school. He hit a kid so hard in the back that the kid became paralyzed. Thank goodness we moved to Oregon two months later and got away from that crap. I still got bullied in high school, but it wasn't as severe as in Alabama. My brother got into one fight, and was never picked on again. My sister was bullied though.

I wonder-did those bullies grow up to become cops?

I feel better now

I was bullied quite a bit. I was the guy whose nose was buried in 451 Fahrenheit or Three Musketeers while his backpack was being tossed around the classroom. I was punched in the breather, kicked where it hurts, had numerous black eyes, attacked by 2 people at once, thrown off a bike, yada yada. What hurt me the most, though, was when "friends" turned against me.

I was hesitant to hit people in the face, which was SORELY needed, and often. I finally worked that problem out in 12th grade, where I kneed the guy in the teeth.

Years later I realized that about 80% of the time the "combat encounters" could've been de-escalated if I behaved sensibly, but hey... I behaved the only way I could.

Some Redneck lit my left arm on fire.