How were you bullied?

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Again, I was just teased and isolated, and I don't consider those as bullying.
I was mostly teased and isolated by girls. Also by some boys, but mostly by girls.
The difference is just that, while boys can tell at your face what they think of you, girls are coward and will probably laugh at your back.
This is what happened to me, at least.
Silly girls. They thought I couldn't hear them. People should talk with a lower tone, if they didn't want me to hear them.

They left out being a boy being bullied by both boys and girls!

I got bullied by both,but the girls were meaner,their mouth.
I don't get bullied now,because I will knock one on it's a$$.

Well, I have been bullied in college, trade school, high school and work.

My former job: My boss would not let me use disability as an excuse. As times became tough, he would me to higher expectations than his other employee. One day while retraining, he laughed when I lasted only 20min by his method which included getting in my face and talking like a drill seargant.

One day I went to the bathroom at my first job and noticed someone trying to jimmie the door open with a hanger. He succeeded and laughed saying it was a joke. Another employee got me to eat a jabenero pepper and laughed when it exploded in my mouth. One manager who got fired for other stuff commented kept teasing me about tossed salads.

Trade School: The instructor asked my room mate if he really had to room with me and when he responded yeah, he made a comment about how he wouldn't room with me if he someone paid himt to do it.

College: People would shoot spitballs at me in class and make fun of my disability. Also, people would say nobody liked me and why. They would bully me and not expect me to do anything. I eventually went to the dean and security of the school and said if no one would anything, I would.

High School: People made of fun me for liking school busses. People also hid my folders and one times put my back pack in the toliet. In addition, they would try to get me in arguements at school and on the bus. One day I got so mad, I threatened to beat a kid up because the bus driver would not do anything. They had to shorten the route so I would not get bullied..

I got constantly bullied at school and the effects stayed with me for the past 20 years. I went to my school reunion at the weekend, I had to go and get some answers.

They actually apologised!! !

That's it, I've finally drawn a line under it and it stays where it was in the past.

I remembered one in particular (which I'd rather forget, but can't...) I was 12 years old, in Grade 7, and this one girl asked if I could carry her books - I said yes, then three of these scummy guys said "here, carry mine too! and mine!!' and dumped them all between my hands so I collapsed under the weight, then they stood there laughing at me. I can't remember if they demanded that I pick their books up, but if so I would have been more than compelled to tell them to f*&$g pick it up themselves and walk away.

In elementary school there was a group of literally 8-10 people who would hide along the walkway I used to walk home. When I passed one of them they would jump out and try and catch me to beat me up. When I would run I would eventually run past another one who would jump out and try and beat me up.

There was a separate group of people who used to call me fat and call me crazy. That particular group did this throughout elementary, middle school, and high school. That group called me fat and crazy almost every single day. One of them said would sometimes say that it was good that my name rhymed with a bodily characteristic that described me.

When I was in elementary school, there was this guy who told me his name was "Jehosephat". He told me all kinds of things and acted like he was my friend, and then one day after a few weeks he said something like "You actually believed all of those things I was telling you? You're so stupid." There were two others who did something almost exactly the same. One of them told me a lot of things about people he knew and his family, but he used names of people who I now know are celebrities. He eventually told the truth and apologized, but his friend continued to do that, until one day I went to his house and he had all of his friends waiting for me and they ran after me and tried to beat me up.

When I was in middle school there were three girls who would call me horrible names whenever they saw me, but I had never actually met them. One time one of them ran up to me and hit me very hard in the eye.

There was someone else in middle school who would chase me home every day to try to beat me up.

There was another group of people in middle school who pretended to be my friends for a short period of time, but they were all telling each other very mean things about me and I didn't know it.

In high school, every day one group of people would called me a name that was so bad that I'm not going to repeat it. Then they made up a shortened version of it that was even worse.

In high school, there was a group of people who knew that I wouldn't talk to many people, so they told this very pretty girl that I wanted to talk to her. She came over to my table, but I just basically stopped functioning. That same group of people drove their car past me when I was walking home, and they hit me with eggs. They would laugh at me throughout this class. It was a series of classes, so this group did this for four semesters.

There were some instances where people would steal my things or play "keep away" with them.

I never really thought I had been bullied much when I was a kid, pretty much because I just tried to ignore it, but looking back now I realize I had been more often than I would have liked to admit. I don’t remember ever telling anyone about it, not even my parents.

- When I was in second grade a kid on a teeter totter who thought it would be fun to jump off so I would land hard. Ended up losing my balance as I fell and landed on my arm breaking it.
- I don’t remember much after switching to a Catholic school. Kids would play keep away with things like my hat and call me names. I remember one kid who really wanted to fight me and started throwing punches. I didn’t want to fight. The funny thing was that he was much smaller than me, so perhaps I seemed like an easy target for him somehow; unfortunately for him I was big enough to grapple him and ended up restraining him face down on the ground with his arm twisted behind him until a teacher came who had apparently seen the whole thing, so the little guy lost twice.
- I remember another smaller and younger kid in my neighborhood also wanting to fight me and his much older sister was trying to promote the fight. I kept backing down and she kept asking me sexual based questions and making fun of the fact I was ignorant about sex.
- In high school I was eventually able to avoid other kids much more effectively, especially after I turned 16 and could drive myself to and from school. I had been bullied on the bus often, but it was usually by name-calling and unfortunately I couldn’t do anything about that since I couldn’t retaliate effectively, so I tried to ignore the best I could. I remember writing a note about it to the bus driver but I don’t remember anything coming out of it.
- Now if anyone ever touched me first, then I could do something about it. One time ANOTHER smaller kid thought it would be funny to stick an empty chip bag down my back. Suffice it to say he tasted dust as I held him down on the ground. Unfortunately that time the school thought I was in the wrong because he hadn’t actually touched me or assaulted me as the principle said. I disagreed and refused to budge. A chip bag and crumbs down my back unexpectedly feels worse to me than someone punching me. Anyways I was suspended for several days (not really a punishment in my eyes), while the kid was just told to apologize.

Never really bullied

I think because I was a loner, always had a very serious demeanour, walked around school with headphones on, hung out in the library and computer rooms, went home straight after school, studied alone, did everything alone. Any incident that did happen was a isolated incident and merely cause and effect.

I usually only had 1 friend at a time and my relationships with them were often close. My best friends were usually well tolerated so I did not have to do any work socially and just lived through them. I did not associate with people or groups who were bullied as I did not want any unneeded attention. I was effectively a ghost.