Anyone ever get back at their bullies?

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I never got back at any of my bullies, nor would I want to, if I were given the chance as an adult. There's this girl who used to give me a hard time in 5th grade, and she goes to the same University as I do now. I still see her occasionally, and when she sees me she just smiles and waves like nothing ever happened between us and it kinda creeps me out.

I did once. There was this group of about four people who used to mock me incessantly every day on the way home from school. They were all of the "wannabe gangster" crowd... wore their pants low, smoked weed, listened to a lot of rap, and all of that.

Anyways one day I had just had enough of them. One of them was messing around with me, and after a while he goes "So man, word on the street is you're a pimp", in a derogatory manner. So in response, I said "Damn right I am, and your mom owes me a good bit of money.", then proceeded to make a couple more pretty mean-spirited jokes at his expense (they were all wannabe rappers so I took things down to their level and style). Needless to say he was completely shocked (I was really quiet and nerdy back then so it was the last thing he expected to hear) and never so much as said a rude word to me afterwards, everyone started picking on him instead of me after that lol. I was glad I did it, because it solved the situation in a completely non-violent and non-hostile manner, and everyone there seemed to have a lot more respect for me afterwards, since they knew I wasn't just going to stand there and take the verbal abuse anymore.

I immediately say that I don't consider myself as someone who was a victim of the bullies, because people only teased me and isolated me. Bullying is supposed to be a painful, when I just felt nothing at all, and I don't consider teasing and isolation to be bullying.
Also, those idiots were cowards, and never tried to hit me; even if I provoked them a lot of times, it never ended in a fist fight, just with those idiots getting mad at me and screaming "we will beat you!!1!!1!!", and me saying "you're too coward to do it now, morons", and laughing at all their stupid threats and at their anger.
To tell the truth, it wasn't difficult for me scaring them. I could just immediately get up from my chair when they passed near me, or throw objects at them, or just yelling at them or pushing them. Or, ridiculous to say, I could just stare at them. My stare has something that creeps people out. How stupid.

At work there was a bully who was mean. He clogged the toilets, knocked someone out of the way for being too slow and other multiple incidents and complaints from people including the boss daughter about this person. Im one of the head janitors there so He called me over to fix something so he could fart on me so the next day I dumped all the trash from the bathroom on his counter and in his register and a note that said eat this. He demanded I clean it up but I told him 'Its not on the floor so its not my problem so clean it or get fired". (we got approval by our boss who wanted to do something worse after the incident involving his family).

This one girl was so mean to me,my tormentor on the bus.Then we switched schools ,these new kids started bullying her,she had a rather prominent forehead,they started slapping it and calling her "fore head",God did I love them for that.Guess I'm a hypocritical person,but I felt deep satisfaction seeing her go thru what I went thru.

The way I got back at them was putting them in their place with my mouth. I would not sugar coat things and tell them the way it was. Another thing I did was stick up for myself. The one thing I did was smack the bully's girlfriends rear end. I have had enough of him and wanted a way to get back since management would not do a thing about it. So I walked in and saw her stocking and went up and said hi then did it. He never bullied me again. I did get a lesson in proper behavior but I felt sad for her and she had to take his beating. I would not rec. anyone doing what I did period. If I could take it back and do it over, I would tell management and demand that they do something or osha would hear about it. At some places where I worked, management would do things, other times it was a slap on the wrist which annoyed me.

I never had to. My bullies either realized they were bastards and changed their ways or their lives turned to s**t. One of my bullies, for example, was a little s**thead who used to harass me at every given opportunity. because everyone in the class thought I was an easy target, he got away with treating me awfully and even getting others to join in. What was even more insidious is that I often had to put up with it because they did it in such a way that the teachers were completely unaware. He always tried to push my buttons and take advantage of my disability.

Well, the genius chose not to get his standard grades, which is such a dumb idea because without them you are basically not even qualified to do even a minimum salary job. That and he got some girl pregnant. Now, I would understand if he felt he wasn't ready to be a father, but he lied to her throughout the pregnancy that he was going to provide for it and then f****d off when it was born. Still, we're talking about a guy who has no qualifications, no skills, no friends and is probably being made to pay child support until it becomes a legal adult. I think that's enough vengeance, don't you?

While I don't necessarily believe in karma, I do think that the good old "what goes around comes around" holds true in life for the most part. When you think of it, the numbers game works against people who think they can get through life acting like pricks towards their fellow human beings; at one point or another, they will pick on the wrong person at the wrong time. I know I am a sleeping dog you better not wake, and there's plenty of people like this whose buttons you better not push. You don't even have to get physical in this regard, they might piss off the wrong person that turns out to be a very important person that can influence their professional career or such. Sometimes you have to take matters in your hand and stand up for yourself. But sometimes, you can just sit back, relaxn and enjoy the show how someone earns what he's paid for all his or her life.

You are right. My husband is definitely far more dangerous than he appears. And I know a lot of people who are far richer than they appear. I know people who are connected to a huge, nasty biker gang, and others to the police.

I tell my kids to never assume anything about strangers. Don't be unnecessarily rude because you don't know who they are, whom they know, or what they are capable of.

I was always too intimidating looking to be bullied as an adolescent. Was teased a lot, but usually employing my "don't f**k with me" look would stop it if it went too far (still, I have a very long fuse when it comes to teasing and learned how to tease back). In general I always try to be kind and understanding towards people, which goes a long way when having a backup against someone who would try to bully you.
Getting back at someone for your childhood bullying, when you should know better as an adult is a sure way to make a bully out of you. It is better if you can just satisfy yourself with their misery from afar.
These days if witnessing bullying, or if it's even directed at me I can simply "decapitate" the culprit with erudition, derision, well practised rhetoric and a plethora of different oratory devices. Otherwise I can always turn their faces into pulp before they can blink.

Never successfully.

I talked back to the kids that called me names in middle school. I told them that I was going to be successful and they were going to end up in debt and on welfare. They'd been telling me I should just die for years-- when I spoke back, guess who finally got in trouble?? Yep-- me.

I tried standing up to my husband about things that were important. Guess who got labeled psychotic and selfish and unreasonable?? Yep-- me. When I let him have his way and it backfires, guess whose fault it is?? Yep-- mine.

I tried talking back to my stepmom's sisters when they decided I was evil and needed to be run out of her life and cut out of my dad's will. Guess who got in trouble when they screamed at me and derided me viciously in front of Mom while I stood mute?? Yep-- me.

I wake up screaming from nightmares in which they apologize to me for misjudging me and ask my forgiveness, and I reply that there is nothing to forgive, that I understand that I am broken and to be despised, and that there is no forgiveness in my heart, and then beat them to death with whatever tool I'm holding in my hands at the time (usually in the dreams, I am working on Mom and Dad's old house, which they've held up in probate for two years now because it goes to me when Mom can't live there any more and they are not willing to take her home, so rather than let me have it and bring her out to visit they are letting it rot).

I fantasize about revenge all the time. I laughed for days when the foundation fell out from under the house my husband demanded we buy even after I told him it was too much money for needing too much work, and that keeping up with the repairs would eat our lives and yield no result. I still chuckle when I think of it-- even as he and his parents blame me and my choices to save money and continue the expenditure of visiting distant family (ie bringing the grandkids to see them and my folks) for the fact that a 30+-year-old improperly constructed post-and-beam foundation shifted, rendering the house uninhabitable and unsellable.

I keep it to myself (and I'm going to get in a lot of trouble for posting this, because all my communications are watched. I'm sad and tired and I don't care).

Look-- even Hans Asperger himself said in his writings that the bullying we experience is completely understandable and totally acceptable. That's the way it is.

I am trying very hard to suppress all thoughts of revenge, or vindication, or validation, or anything. I am different. Difference equals deficit. I have a choice-- I can be silent and acquiescing and do my best to be a good and happy slave, or I can be screamed at, s**t upon, and destroyed. I am trying to learn to be a good and happy slave in my heart as well as on the surface. I will learn to be grateful for the tolerance I am granted and the scraps I am thrown.

I will make peace with being a non-person, and with being the whipping boy. What goes right is in spite of me, what goes wrong is because of me. No one is screaming at me right now and it is a nice day, so I will be happy.

I have to do this if I want to survive and have any quality of life.

Yes, I am bitter and full of despair and hate. My therapist says that is natural. Any NT would not accept those conditions for themselves for a moment, nor would any sane person dare to suggest they should. But the key term there is "NT". I am not NT, therefore I do not have the same rights. I do not seek to change this situation. I seek to change the pain and resentment it gives me, to accept it with a grateful heart as the very best that I can have and be glad.