Were you picked on as a child?

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The funny thing for me about college was--first off, I dropped out after only one semester for several reasons. To top it off I was only taking 1-2 classes. But one day, I brought up a major marketing event in history and the class laughed at me for it.

So where's the funny part?

These same idiots were given a scenario and the question "is this stealing", and I was the only one in the room who answered "yes". I'd later tell all my bosses about it, and they of course said I was right.

Well, these same idiots are now likely screwing things up at the companies they work for....while I own my own business! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!! !! !! !! !! !!

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Yes, because of my weight, the fact that I was so quiet (people thought that I was deaf & would say cruel things because of it), the fact that they said I was staring at them (though I don't remember staring & didn't mean to), among other things. Middle school was the worse. This one girl put a chicken liver on me in Science class once & was constantly verbally abusing me, as well as two boys in that class & a lot of other people who did the same thing.

I was picked on throughout school, so school for me isn’t that pleasant a memory. I think it was mainly because I was so quiet and because I didn’t know how to react to certain situations. I’d just sort of shut down. I was the kid that would stand by the fence in the playground on my own all throughout lunch time.

Often the people who picked on me were the ones who had once been my friends. I never knew what I had done wrong or how I had caused the situation, but they often turned verbally abusive towards me. It was extremely hard to deal with, and for that I hated school. My mother quite literally had to drag me in every day because I just couldn’t stand being near these people I had called friends who were just suddenly so horrible to me. I managed to confront them a few time about it, and there reasons for being mean were always pretty lame.

It took me until the last year of compulsory education to find ‘proper’ friends.

Picking and Pecking Disorder topic

Everyone. All.

Gave me a thick skin, and sharpened my thinking skills.

Was it worth the price? If I go into politics.

I don't know a kid who wasn't picked on in school.
It's a fact of life.

I was bullied all the way through elementary school and your equivalent junior high. As I entered high school I learned to laugh of myself building up a huge amount of irony on myself. The bullies stopped gradually. I also started working out at a gym by myself, becoming bigger and stronger than all the "former" bullies also working out there, mentally psyching them out and gradually started bullying them. I remember them quitting the gym as I grew larger. Didn't gain many friends during high school but I don't really care, I showed the bullies..

The kids that I knew who were immune to this singling out were the un- differentiated variety or the average Jane/Joe.

Trust me when I say that even the "un-differentiated" picked on one-another to differentiate themselves from each other.
No one is immune to being picked on- especially up through HS. It's only to what degree.

Sure, along with 99.97% of all other kids. Having 4 sisters didn't help.

I was, at various times and by various groups of people: name-called, spat at, punched, kicked (on one occasion, hard, by another girl, in the genital region, and told by a teacher that I was to blame because I wouldn't go away when she told me to), swung round the room by my hair, tied to a tree and left till dark, ostracized, had demeaning songs specially composed and sung at me, had my underwear stolen, had chewing gum put in my hair, been accused of stealing someone's boyfriend (who in fact would not look twice at me, and that was part of the joke), been given detentions when I'd done nothing wrong by prefects who didn't like me, been used as a weapon by the other girls (if they didn't like a boy they'd threaten to have me kiss him), had a biology project wrecked and then had the teacher mark me down on it even though she knew it wasn't my fault I hadn't been able to complete the project, been told that I had fleas and that I smelled bad...and of course, always blamed if I tried to retaliate in any way.

In addition, at least for the first few years of school I was always being led into doing things I didn't realize were wrong, and getting into trouble for them. Oh, and I was plump from about the age of seven onwards, and in my teens I grew dark facial hair which for a long time I wasn't allowed to do anything about, and those things got me a pile of crap from certain people as well.

That was just at school, and you know something? I'm not really bothered about it that much. It was what happened to me at home that had the biggest impact, and that still makes me angry when I think about it. My mother was the most vicious verbal (and sometimes physical) bully I ever encountered, and during my teen years my dad joined in. Ironically, the very time I was beginning to get a handle on socializing and making friends at school was the point at which my self-esteem sunk to an all-time low because of the names I got called at home. Nobody deserves that.

Frequently.

Eventually I learned how to fight dirty and well. Then the bullying stopped.

ruveyn

I was picked on remorselessly. It did not help that I went to an all-boys school, and that I am gay.

I was not diagnosed until later in life, but my social ostracism in school has turned out to be one of the confirmatory markers from my childhood. At the time I ascribed my lack of social integration to being gay, but I have since found my gay classmates, who did not suffer in the same way.

I was, mostly because I was "different" since I wore glasses until middle school because of strabismus(lazy left eye) and had speech therapy on a weekly basis. The teasing stopped when my family moved across town and I went to the nearby middle and high schools. What was unusual was that in college, someone actually apologized for how he treated me, and it actually took me a while to figure out who he was, as I had put that bullying behind me. In fact, I don't know anyone who wasn't picked on in school, and I think that former bully who apologized to me only got involved because he was afraid of becoming a target himself.

I was picked on relentlessly, far more than the other kids. It just never stopped. Everyone I got close to became a target as well. The school staff and my family often joined in on the torment. I just didn't know what to do. I've had so many problems with anxiety and depression that it's amazing I haven't done something completely stupid.

Now though, I survive by just not caring. Somewhere along the way I found it was the easiest way to get past what's happened. Now I can often come across as a cold bastard, but it's easier than struggling with social isolation and feeling like I don't deserve to live.

yes. I have had stones thrown at me. Been spat on lots. People have blown snot on me. I have been push down stairs. Triped. Hit. kicked. called lots of mean thigns.