have you ever run into one of your old bullies?

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I've met some of my former bullies past middle school. Some apologized, others didn't. I made Facebook friends with one girl who I didn't exactly get along with and it turned out that she too was also on the spectrum, though I didn't get her diagnosis. Apparently she wanted to be friends but it didn't work out too well.

Yeah. When I was 19 and taking a bus home for Thanksgiving break, I ran into a girl who seemed to live for chances to be mean to me when we were about 12. She said hi and wanted to chat as though we'd always been friends. I went along with it for a few minutes before putting my earphones on and ignoring her for the rest of the 5 hour bus ride, because I didn't know what else to do. Apparently she'd learned to behave decently, so there didn't seem to be much point in telling her what a horrid child she used to be.

I'll have to agree with Spazz. Sometimes people just grow up and learn a little humility, or realize that they should treat others the way they would like to be treated. Not all of them to be sure, but I know it happens.

the people that bullied me have randomly disapeared from this earth for some reason

Now ive heard from my dad that he wants to find his high school councelor that said he would never be a pilot on one of his flights.

I used to ran into one of them daily last year and it was a strange experience.

When I was about 9 my parents thought that joining some sports team will help with my motor skills.
I had hand eye coordination and even today I can´t even write properly most of the time.
They put me in a soccer club and I had trouble from day one. I wasn´t usually into soccer so I didn´t know which position should I play and that sacred most of the team. I sucked at it and most of the boys gave me a hard time about it whenever possible.


Last year I had to go to a different school for some reasons unrelated to this topic. The first hours were suckish everyone knew the other classmates and I was the new guy who was afraid to talk to most people.
After a couple of classes I had a break and I saw one of the guys form this old sports team, for some reason he invited me to some gathering to which most of my class was going and he started acting overly nice towards me so I was expecting him to do something awful to me.

For some odd reason nothing happened and whenever the guy sees me(we run into each other the other day) he acts like we are great friends and all, I have no clue how to act around him given all this old bully stuff.

I have heard the first who ever bullied me has since become quite a nice guy, but I have not seen or talked with him myself. I sent a simple FB note to another one to let him know I no longer hold anything against him, but he did not respond.

Ugh, yeah. There's actually a picture of the event in some photo album.

There was a group I tried to fit in with in high school. One of them said some very nasty things to me; letting me know I wasn't welcome. I never hung out with them after that.

Then at graduation, I was walking in with my parents. One of the guys said "hey Josh" (three of them were there). My parents reacted "OMG, we finally get to meet your friends" and demanded a picture of me with them.

OMG me too!
I had to play soccer when I was little. And I hated it. I didn't make friends with anyone on the team, or talk to anyone but the coach. And that was only to ask him what the hell I was supposed to be doing.

I would never ever forgive them, but demand to know why they bullied me.

That happened to a friend I used to hang out with last year.

A bunch of young guys on my neighbourhood used to play soccer on a certain day and they didn´t mind me joining.

After a few weeks a 16 year old girl started playing because she had to take care of her younger brother and forcing him to play soccer was easier than having to watch him at home. Whenever someone asked her about the game she just said I havent got a clue to which the usual response was just follow the ball.

No im just lucky i didn't get them killed, nothing im proud of. I'm not easily angered but when I am I don't hold back.

When I played soccer as a kid I just ran around on the field and chased the ball, if I got near it I kicked it in whatever direction I was facing. I imagine my teammates hated it but I was too oblivious to notice. I think I got picked last a lot though, probably justifiably.

That struck me a bit too. OP, you're 40 years old now and you still feel upset at that missing 5% in 4th grade? Has it really made that much of a difference in your life??

No my 4 years of high school not the 4th grade before that my gym grades where in the high 80's. My avoiding him kept my gpa down for having high 60's because I missed so many classes.



Nowhere did I mention the fourth grade. Not having that great of a gpa in high school kept me from wanting to go to college. You could be mistaken due to a difference in the way different English speaking countries discribe grade years I am guessing. I would not give two s**ts for the fourth grade let alone remember it.

One who bullied me bad from fourth grade seventh grade apologized last year and explained that she was being sexually assaulted by a special ed teacher which caused her bad behaviour. I forgave her because it wasn't right to hold a grudge against someone who had been a victim of sexual assault. I was lucky to have been fully mainstreamed at the time otherwise I would have faced the same fate as her. Looking back, I think she might have had AS too.

Apparently last time I heared she was facing a desparate situation as a single mom compared to me. I have a college education, no kids, a roof over my head, a job (although it is not so great thanks to the economy), but nonetheless, I have a college diploma which will give me a better chance in life than she will ever dream of since she is a high school dropout. I also have a wonderful bf who treats me right. A nice El Salvadorean latino immigrant who is good looking and sweet.

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My biggest bully is dead. He died a few years ago (4 or 5 years) from a drunken fall down the stairs after an argument his roommate (both of them were drunk). He hit his head on the concrete pavement at the bottom of the stairs, and was left to die alone.

He was the boy on the left - I am on the right. This was taken in 1992 or so.

Yes in my car, speed bump

just kidding, but I have thought about it

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