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I felt I was bullied at school during my teenage years and as a result I stopped attending. However looking back on it now I am not sure if it would actually be classified as bullying, or it was more along the lines of 'teasing' that I was very sensitive to. It was always verbal too so very hard to prove or do anything about it really.

But regardless of what you call it, when you combine it with other factors like the difficult environment schools create, a lack of social support, a lack of self confidence, etc, the problem becomes huge.

Looking back now some of the people I had biggest issues with were the ones that probably had a lot of their own issues.

Most definitely. I was bullied from kindergarten through high school. I was bullied by a teacher in the tenth grade, which was even harder than being bullied by students. He is a big reason I did not finish high school.

Growing up, I was lucky. Most of the kids at my primary school were pretty docile for the most part.
In high school, I spent most of my time in the library where it was nice and quiet and empty and I got to research what I now know was/still is my Special Interest (Astronomy).

I was psychologically beaten by my partner. If ever I even slightly mentioned my Special Interest to her, the anger!
It got to the point, I was too afraid to mention it to anyone at all.

I'm getting past that now we're not together anymore and my neighbor knows more about Myna birds than he ever wanted to know!

I was bullied quite frequently. It often led to fights but I lost nearly all of those. By a very conservative estimate, I was in at least 100 fights from 1st grade until high school graduation. Some fights in church, too.

My strangest bully was my high school algebra teacher!

He hated my family. When my next to the oldest brother was in school, the two got along so badly that my brother refused to even turn in homework. He would explain to others in the class how to do the homework but he refused to recognize that the teacher had any authority over him and refused to turn in anything other than a blank sheet of paper with his name signed to the page.

Several of my memories as a kid was to hear my sister complaining about the teacher. After my brother flunked a couple of times, my sister was in the same math class with him. The teacher would frequently poke fun at my brother in front of the class.

My sister was ten years older than me. So about a decade later, I was in his class. He deducted points from my homework for every reason he could come up with. When I was sick for a couple of weeks, he absolutely refused to permit me to make up for any missed work. We were on a six weeks system and since those two weeks spanned the end of one six weeks and the beginning of the next, he flunked me on both.

Then I made an A on the semester exam! After that, he left me alone and I made A's in his classes.

For years, I thought I had changed him by by own work and talent. It wasn't until a few years ago that I finally learned what happened. My dad had a talk with him and threatened him in some way -- I don't know if it was a physical threat or a legal threat -- if he didn't start treating me fairly. That's what turned him around, not somethingI had done.

A couple of years later, my younger brother was in his algebra class. Toward the end of the spring semester, they had an Open House at the school and the teacher assured my parents that my younger brother was doing okay. He did the same for another kid as well. Then he flunked them both. In this case, it helped that he did the same to the other kid since the other kid's father was on the school board. The teachers contract was not renewed and he never taught in a high school again.

Later, a local college called me up and asked me to come teach math classes part time and I accepted. I found out later that the other choice was my old high school teacher. That was shortly after I found out about my father having to threaten the teacher to quit bothering me so it made me happy to beat him out of the job.

Children are so cruel.
Imagine if adults actually showed compassion and comforted children that were hurting.
Is that too much to ask?

What I don't understand is you talk about not being silent and standing up to bullies, yet you include that write up at the bottom of your screen, "Since the birth of civilization..." that says not to resist bullies. I think people must resist evil always.

I was bullied from beginning times of elementary school to the moment when I was about 15,5 years old. It was often rather "mobbing" (group agression). In my secondary school and especially on the studies I was not mobbed/bullied.

Sometimes I attacked someome who was aggresive to me. My attacks might be not so mild... But the bullies were often in groups. They were strong and often used physical violence, which I definately did not want. I could screamed really loud because I wanted to avoid pain or harm. It would be really irritating to others, such as teachers, they sometimes even punished me because of my screaming.

You silly kids. Didn't you know the library was a safe haven? The bullies probably couldn't even find the library let alone survive in there! It was my sanctuary! My peace and quiet. My alone time (even back then. I guess it's inbuilt, wanting to be alone)!

If you'd have stuck to the library like I did, you'd have been alright.

1. Keep quiet during morning school (but EXCELLED LIKE HELL!! )
2. Recess (morning tea) - library!
3. keep quiet during mid morning school
4. Lunchtime - Library
5. keep quiet during afternoon school
6. Go home

All over. Do it again the next day!

No one ever picked on me (much). The Library seemed to be like bug spray to them!

I spend a lot of time in the library in my schools But bullies sometimes were even there. It was calm place despite it. I can read about things which are interesting to me in it and talk about them (especially with the librarian).

Yep. I read the unabridged Warren Commission Report in my junior-high school library. Win-win!

It's amazing that they had an unabridged copy in a junior high school library.

In my junior high and high school, the library was primarily for checking books out and back in. It was very, very rare for anyone to be there for anything else like reading.

That said, I was assaulted once in the back of the library by someone who was two years older and much bigger and stronger than me.

That guy and I never did get along.

In English class one year, he sat in the seat behind me. One day he pushed my books on the ground and I turned around and slugged him in the jaw as hard as I could. We both got sent to the principal's office, but only he got expelled for three days.

The teacher would often grade papers by having the class do it. Each person would pass his paper to the person in front of him and the one at the front would pass his paper to the one at the back of the row. So I would end up grading his paper. The whole time the teacher read out the correct answer, he would lean up and hiss at me that he was going to thrash me if I counted it wrong. I counted it wrong anyway and he never did thrash me for it.

One cold winter night I was in the local pool hall (my refuge from the world in high school) when he walked in. Other then the two of us, the only other one there was the old man who owned and ran the pool hall.

He challenged me to a game of snooker and I accepted. As we were playing, he started telling me that after the game was over we were going to go out in the street and have a fight and settle our differences once and for all. That made it difficult to concentrate on the game, but I managed to win despite him being a far better snooker player than me.

After I won, I put the cue stick on the rack and he asked if I wanted to play again. I told him that we were going to go outside and have our fight. (Don't get me wrong -- I was convinced that he was going to beat the crap out of me but that never stopped me from getting into a fight. He was strong enough that he could have caused me very serious injury as well.) As I was getting ready to go outside, he asked whether I was going to take my coat and I said that I would come back for it.

We stood out in front of the pool hall in the snow staring at each other for about two minutes. I was sure he was going to hit me hard any second, but he didn't. He finally said that he didn't want to fight me and got in his car and drove off. That was probably the greatest relief I ever felt in my life.

As far as I know, he probably never had been in a fight in his entire life while I had, by that point, easily been in more than a hundred fights and had lost every one of them.

Anyway, I went back into the pool hall, got my coat, and went home.

About a year later, he was still fuming about that and told me that one day ten or twenty years in the future, he was going to walk up behind me and shoot me in the head and kill me. I had no doubt that he would do it -- he was that crazy. From then on I tried to avoid him when possible. That was one reason why when I was working in the big city, I didn't come home often and when I did come home I avoided going into town.

I finally moved back to town to help out my brothers with their company. I made sure that I always parked my car on the street in front instead of on the side because of the greater traffic and the better lights in case he tried to do anything. Also, I avoided places that he was likely to be until he passed away a few years ago.

Hm. Never thought of it that way. Never. Wow, you are right! Of course, I am certain I was the first (and maybe last) individual to read that copy. It was about 11 years old at the time and the pages were pristine. But, I also read a lot of Jules Verne, that mouse who rode a motorcycle and other typical 'tween books.

I swear I wasn't a Warren Commission Report nerd. Really!

When I was 11-12-13 years old, I used to pore over case studies. Many of them involved autism. Some of these case studies dated back to the 1940s (or before).

You were a Doogie Howser!