How did your parents respond to bullying?

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My mother told me that I was asking for it. My dad was more supportive, though not by much.

My mother said: "Well, you're gonna have to learn how to stand-up for yourself". By High School, I had figured-it-out----and, no more bullying.

my parents never got bullied to my knowledge

A funny story my dad once told at his mom's funeral was when he was a boy, this kid always picked on him so my dad went to his mother and told her and she said "You need to stand up for yourself and show him who's boss and use your fists." So one day that kid picked on him again so my husband ran after the kid like crazy holding his hands in the air and had them curled up and the kid got scared and ran to his mommy. The kid never bothered him again. Everyone including me laughed at the story. I wondered whatever happened to those days. Oh that's right, parents will sue now if your kid hurts their child or have your kid charged with assault.

I was excluded more than bullied, but I don't think it ever really occurred to me to talk to my parents about any of it. So they didn't have any response to it.

I can remember when in Grade 3, at age 8, that was the first year I was in special ed; the school bus picked me and other kids up from a depot area in front of the "regular" school that I went to prior, which was right across the street from my house. Due to the stigma of being in special ed, the other kids (many of them older) would gang up on me, throw snow at me, yell insults like "ret*d", "spaz", and "baby with a diaper" during my meltdowns, and on more than one occasion it got so bad, that I ran across the street to my house to get my mother (who stayed at home; it was still the early 80s) and she reluctantly ran across the street with me all furious and predictably the bullies did nothing in front of her - then she accused me of hallucinating and "crying wolf", there was no reason for her to go there - well DUH, of course the gawddamn bullies are gonna stop when they see her , so she was VERY naive...I suppose it's true when they say the apple didn't fall far from the tree

My mother's own response if she was bullied was to duck and hide, so there wasn't any point to telling her anything. And my father's universal response was to hit me, so there wasn't any point to telling him. They never knew.

Had.

But to little or no effect -- not even with the teacher's or the principal's intervention had done much about it. They still point at me, still calls me names, and still provokes me.
Then had ends up resorting to 'ignore them' and 'deal with it' lines.


The least times I had been bullied is when I'm a complete enigma who almost never spoke or known any name and faces (apparently, this habit is still stuck) -- that was just after isolating myself for 2 years. In other words, the best thing that happened to me at school, is being distant and unapproachable.
And no, even if I had the fulfillments of popularity and infamy (via students being scared at me to do something against me) is as nowhere as satisfying as to be the unapproachable one.

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I never told ,it wouldn't have changed much, after once i knocked down the leader of a group i didn't suffer no physical bullying, only whispering and insults.
Also being more grown-up centered i heared stranger stories, wo2 stories where still hanging around too!

My parents went to my school to speak to the headteacher, who told them that because the bullies were from deprived homes and I wasn't, there was nothing he could do.

When I came home from school in tears yet again because they'd been chasing me and jabbing me with Remembrance Day poppy pins and stolen maths compasses, my dad went after them. To this day I don't know what he did but they left me alone after that.

My parents had lots of meetings with my teachers & principles but it didn't do any good cuz they thought I was the bully.

I was always the quiet type in school, and I got teased a lot. Maybe some of it was meant to be good-natured, but I never understood that and it hurt me a lot.
When I was in second grade (yes, I'm mostly English, but my family moved to the USA for 3 years when I was a kid) there was a boy who kept hitting me in the back every time we were walking in line somewhere. Eventually I summoned up enough courage to tell my mum about it, she came into to talk to the teacher about it even though I begged her not to. This might have been a good thing to do if she arranged it properly, but she came in the middle of a lesson in front of the whole class. The teacher spoke to the boy, but then she took me outside and told me off for having my "mommy" come in and talk to her about it. Which really upset me and made me even more quiet and I never told my mother any of my problems again out of fear that it would get me in more trouble.