The worst thing a bully has done to you

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Yeah. You can heal from physical attacks, but the betrayal and the psychological torture... yeah. It's amazing how creative people can be.

It's hard to decide what was the worst.

Some bullies put a live venemous snake in my mail box.

A bully boxed me in the ears; I still have partial hearing loss as a result.

A girl pushed me naked out the fire door while changing for gym, leaving me in the parking lot facing a busy street with no clothes on.

I played field hockey and my team mates spent more time hitting me than the ball.

A bully kept my coat and boots and I was forced to walk home in the snow in my socks.

Some bullies published untrue sexual lies about me in the school newspaper.

Some of the things that still sting are smaller than the above, though.

When I was in first grade, someone found out that I could play the piano very well and the principal had me come in and play a piece over the intercom during morning announcements. When I returned to my classroom, everyone was giggling and one boy said, "that's the only thing you ever did right." It seems mild -- a simple "back hand compliment." But it still stings all these years later. I can't even figure what makes it hurt so much more than the physical abuses, but it does.

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The notes are like one of the worst things bullies do. There is also a note that haunts me as well where this girl wrote that she wished to kill me because I was ugly and pathetic, I figured maybe she was jealous? I still remember her name

I never really had any school bullies but once I was in this video game arcade in a bowling alley, and some dude harassed me almost the whole time I was there. He knew cigarette smoke bothered me so he would deliberately blow it in my face. after a while the guy working there figured out what was going on and kicked them out.

the worst thing bullies did for me, is to make me feel worthless and powerless.

I have been bullied but it appears not as bad as you guys. Once I had a time where I was focusing on my school work assignment, a bully walked up to me with a capped pen and jabbed it as hard as he can into my ribs. It bruised my ribs. Luckily it was capped, otherwise it could have done a lot more damage.
Another time I was doing my work and a lot of the students in the class started rolling paper with tape as many times as possible in a rock shape and all of them threw it at me.
I have been knocked into lockers. I have been punched, kicked. Everyday i would come home with bruises all over my body. The teachers were always on the bullies side because they claimed that I made myself a target by being different. Sometimes the teachers themselves would call me, "stupid, dumb, incapable of doing anything useful, and other horrible things." The students also called me names every single day I was there. Believe it or not, I was suspended more times than the bullies because I made myself a target and reacted to when the bullies were making fun of me or beating on me. Huh???? In fact I got out of the school and got put in a private school because of what happened. The private school at first was decent, in fact I had a great teacher there. But the next year there I had bad luck again with bullies because they let more dangerous kids in there. In fact one of them threatened to KILL me and he has actually done dangerous things before and did things like stab a teacher with scissors. This kid also threw desks down the flight of stairs there. And he threatened to kill me. Luckily once again I got out of that school before anything happened. So, yeah I have been bullied in most schools except college.

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those so called "teachers" were just overgrown bullies themselves. they besmirch the good names of teachers everywhere.

In no particular order... (They all traumatised me just as much)

1. I had a cigarette put out on my arm

2. I had pieces of broken glass held to my throat. They didn't actually intend to cut me but they wanted to see me crying/panicking so they could laugh at me.

3. I've been pushed down concrete stairs and smashed some of my front teeth. I have a really ugly gap, even to this day.

4. Had a rock thrown at me that gave me a concussion

And this is besides the multiple daily verbal and physical beatings I went through.

two things:

One was being stabbed in the leg with a pencil, which abscessed. I never even told my parents about it, they just noticed that I had a really hard time walking. The worst part was actually having the abscess lanced in the doctor's office with no painkillers, and I still remember how much it hurt. That doctor was an incompetent bastard. I remember he refused to treat a cousin of mine for a severe headache because he decided she was seeking meds. Not too long after, she died from a cerebral aneurysm.

Another was a teacher who joined in on the bullying. She was transparently manipulative in ways that were obvious to me, but despite the fact that the methods she used to try to humiliate me would have likely worked on any of the other students, they went along with it.

There were a lot of instances, but what stings for me now is more how adults did essentially nothing or blamed me for causing the bullying in the first place. I always found it interesting how when I was bullied it was "my word against theirs" but when I fought back, they were quick to respond. I remember being violently beaten on the playground in the fifth grade with a group of three teachers standing less than 40 feet away. When I walked over to them - more like staggered and mildly concussed - they ignored me when I asked them for help.

I was always bullied through school and ostracized in college,
there are a lot of incidents, from both students and teachers, (in fact the teachers were the worst in most instances, including encouraging the students, an incident that was essentially attempted theft, being refused additional help when struggling with my mother being seriously ill, only to be put in a class with the delinquent members of the school when I let certain less important areas of my education lag in order to compensate..etc.)

Physical acts included being pushed down concrete flights of stairs, tripped, having my schoolwork defaced when I turned my back, having sharp items stuck in me, things thrown at me, etc.

The single worst incident though still leaves me feeling hurt and unsafe today. I was ill, and myself and my classmates were waiting outside the classroom for our teacher (who was late)
I was in a lot of abdominal and leg pain, for reasons that I already knew about (my doctor at the time never took me seriously, as I didn't seem to show the same outward signs as others, and instead of admitting limited knowledge of a health problem, he tended to make light of it)
I had already taken painkillers for it, but they weren't working.
I collapsed, and unable to stand or cope any more, I curled up on the floor.
No-one came over to see if I was OK, or recognized that I was ill and needed help, but I wasn't ignored either,
what my classmates did was far worse,
they laughed, started poking me with their toes, pointing and jeering.
Someone yelled "She's Stoned!" Which only caused another wave of laughter and shouting, and name calling.

This incident made me realize how I was regarded by my classmates, as sub-human, not worth any empathy. Something they could be as cruel to as they liked.
The teacher eventually showed up, and was quite horrified by what she saw, she took me down to the nurses office, but nothing was ever done about it.

I suffered similar bullying incidents, but due to my inability to recognize faces very well, and being unable to point out any leaders in the bulling, and my claims that it was everyone in the class and a large number of others in the school (break time incidents), lead to nothing being done and me being regarded as "paranoid" by the teachers.

I was a foot taller than anyone else in the class.
I had a mop of flaming ginger hair.
And I was AS on top of all that.
I never had a chance.

I have dozens of horrible memories.
The teachers were as bad as the bullies and in fact they admired them.

My line manager in my last job. He used to dump volumes of work on me which he was too lazy to do, even though it was above my paygrade I was a willing worker. He then used to pull me apart for errors in some things, that I believe he had caused by sabotage on the computer behind my back (I only worked part time and he had access to my PC and I couldn't understand how the things had happened as they weren't like that when I left them). I had been really upset at the department manager (above my line manager) coming in drunk and criticising me, so had gone to speak to the faculty administration manager, who had squeezed out of me about him coming in drunk (something he was infamous for anyway) because I was worried about getting him in trouble with the dean. (Him and the faculty administration manager then called a meeting during which they both utterly lied to my face and denied I had said anything about the department manager being drunk, and twisted and criticised many invalid things only one of which had any grain of truth in it which was my timekeeping, even though I always more than made up the odd occasion I was 5 minutes late in. They had asked me once if I could change from part-time to full-time, which I couldn't due to having a baby which was the case when I went for the job and that was the contract I was taken on with. I believe they deliberately bullied me to the point that I had to go on stress leave, and ultimately left the job because it made me too ill. I got the support of the union but it got me nowhere. What evil people they were. I still can't believe how people lie.

At boy scout camp, around the age of 13 or so. I was just beginning to get more comfortable socially, getting some confidence and composure.

While I was away from campsite for a class, two kids a year younger than me covered my sleeping materials and clothing in human excrement, which they fished from the latrine. Smeared it all over everything.

Another kid in my troop took pity on the situation, and made room in his camp area for me. He was really a kind person, actually, by nature. I like to think we'd have been better friends had I not been so disoriented by what the bullies had done.

The world is a strange place - I learned that the kind individual died of brain cancer in 2010 only 25 years old. ... Those who did the bullying are still around.

I think there is a lot I don't remember. Through fourth through sixth grade it seemed like one long constant thing and there was more after that.

Once when I was walking home from school two boys followed me and threw rocks at me.

Once in the hall I got pushed against the wall so hard I got a big bruise on my hip.

Once on the bus I got pushed against the window and got a lump on my head.

Once on the bus a boy grabbed my hand and was bending my fingers back. The only way to get him to stop was to spit in his face which got me suspended off the bus. Later other kids got revenge on me by spitting on me and tripping me as I got off the bus.

Once in front of the school some kids pushed me down on the ground and put me in a headlock.

Once in grade school the principal came and got me and was giving me a long lecture as he walked down the hall with me. I didn't know what he was talking about. It turned out another kid with the same first name as me in another class did something to another kid in their class and of course because I was thought of as a troublemaker they assumed it was me. They let me go when we got to the kid and they said it wasn't me, it was the kid in their class. That same principal (or another person in their office at the time) once asked my mother about my father and how he died. When she said he was electrocuted they said "in the electric chair!?" They probably were thinking "no wonder she's as bad as she is, her father got the death penalty." (he didn't)

I had a school counselor in sixth grade tell me that people treated me the way they did because of the way I acted and it was all my fault. She didn't give any helpful advice and I refused to go see her after that.

I can relate to this. I had almost half the class bully me and I was called "paranoid" many times because there is no way 10-15 kids could bully one really tall kid. The bullies were bad enough but it was the 'herd' that did by far the most damage.

That sounds pretty familiar. I used to go to teachers for help with evil, cruel, awful things other kids would do to me, and they'd tell me it wasn't nice to tattle and that we kids needed to learn to work out our problems on our own. I was told that enough times that I just stopped asking for help.

Once, someone pushed me off the monkey bars and I landed flat on my back. It knocked the wind out of me so badly that I couldn't breathe for what felt like a solid three minutes (but it was probably only one or two). I didn't know what was happening, and I was terrified. I gasped and mouthed "I can't breathe!" to the other kids and they laughed and yelled, "Faker!", so I staggered toward the stairs, trying to find a teacher. I passed out on the steps. When I woke up, everything hurt but I could breathe again. No one had come to help or checked to see if I was okay.

I had one teacher in fourth grade (or was it second? I had him for both) who stood me up in front of the whole class and told everyone not to be like me because I was stupid. (I was an A student but I struggled with math. I think that's what he was pretending to be referring to...)