The worst thing a bully has done to you

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Fully agreed

I was beaten up in a stairwell in school that was never manned by teachers. Girl slammed my head into the wall, I fell unconscious. Came to class late with a concussion. The worst thing about it was she was one of the assistant principal's favorites, so I got punished for throwing one punch back in self defense and she got nothing still makes me furious to this day.

Probably the last bit of physical bullying I experienced was one day in Year 12 when I went to have a seat in class. The seat I normally sat in was taken so I went to the back of the class and sat in an empty seat there.

Then the biggest, roughest boy came in and roared at me saying he sat where I was sitting. I said I wasn't going to move so he grabbed the chair with me in it and hurled me outside the classroom door, chair and all. I didn't get hurt. I just saw the funny side and was laughing when I came back into the classroom carrying the chair. I found a place to sit somewhere in the middle of the classroom.

My overtly masculine uncles who (whenever they visit) tell me to keep my family's male tradition of always conforming to gender stereotypes. Both uncles are overweight d-bags who eat a lot of junk food, work blue-collar jobs, and expect me to do the same on basis of gender.

Even though I am overweight myself, I am getting help losing weight from my therapist (because I can't afford a personal trainer) and avoiding junk food as much as possible.

There was a thing that isn't absolutely the worst thing, but it feels worse because of the context: I was at university already, and I had a fairly good high school so I as much as I'm still traumatized by my middle school, I didn't expected to experience it again.

By the time, there was a facebook page that was a platform for anonymous messages at my university, and some girls from my class started taking photos of me and sending it to the page as it was someone interested in me – it was obviously fake, as the photos were mostly unflattering and text was ironic. It was so bizarre, and uncomfortable, and I couldn't take it down, and until now I'm paranoid about who did it, but I think it was a group of girls but I don't know exactly who of them, all of them, etc. I feel so humiliated, I couldn't quit it again – I had quit two universities before, I regretted so much because people were amazingly nice and supportive there – I avoided maximum contact at the university, it was terrible.

the nice thing about FB is that you can block all posts from whomever you choose, and if other people wanna believe what crap those aholes put out about you, then they are just as bad as those aholes themselves AFAIC.

Tell me I was too good to lose, not allow me to resign, tell me how good I was at my job despite the fact I was really struggling. That's what my old boss said to me but she didn't mean a word of it. Behind my back she was undermining me right left and centre, tried to make out my sexuality (I'm bisexual) made me a risk to children (I was a teacher and I had complained about homophobia). She just thought it was funny to mock and humiliate someone with a disability.

I've been bullied a lot before and I've had a lot of mental health problems because of it but this has given me the worst PTSD.

How about things that you think of as a bigger deal than they are because you were bullied?

Today, when I look back, I find that all the missed opportunities for self-improvement (if they existed at all) were my major stumbling block, in addition to the lack of real life skills. It wasn't the other people who made me feel like a loser; it was my own lack of progress. I think of the situations I was at my lowest and it all comes back to that.

'Cause I think we have at least some of them.

viewtopic.php?t=366124 Here's an example for me. If I didn't have such a dark past, I would not care at all. I'd probably think, "That's the impression they have of me, that doesn't define me at all." But because of my past, I have this tendency to mix up uncomfortability with danger and this tendency to think that if one thing in my life has gone wrong, I deserve to feel unsafe and that my life is over. Also, believe it or not, but I don't even fear being bullied again all that much. Every time I get bullied online, I'm actually quite flattered by the reminder that I used to have an active social life, no matter how crap and toxic it may have been. If anything, my biggest fear is of being bored and not having much to distract me from my traumas, and I feel like my current life is way too close to that description.

I think the worst would be destroying my self-esteem and then beating me so bad I couldn't attend my own high school graduation.

I only ever got bullied by my teachers and my parents. They made me think I was stupid and lazy. I got A's in every subject and nobody ever said that was good enough. All I heard was that I didn't get 100%. To this day I obsess about my performance and get disappointed about making any mistakes in exams. Last week I got 95% in a mid-term. I was disappointed, even after the instructor told me that I got the highest mark in both of his classes. I know this is not my nature. I was very laid back when I was young and was perfectly happy with B grade.

well the worst thing i can think of is that they caused me to bash their head after school with a cricket bat, for which i got expelled.

y-pod

I was very similar to you. If I felt I was capable of getting 100 percent, the 80s or 90s was considered disappointing to me. On the other hand, in some courses that were very difficult for me, such as Chemistry, where a score in the 70s was typical, a score of 85 would have been great. I usually received A grades in any course which involved reading (English, languages, history, geography and biological science, to name a few). I considered myself fortunate to get Bs in mathematics, although I did well in math in elementary school.

I know, maybe it's not true for others, but all the insults that hurt were the ones which were the poorly-said truth. My bullying turned me into something quite ugly, somebody who would attention-seek and then cry about the attention I got. The problem with me was that I was in the sunken place and I brainwashed myself that I was the person I was pretending to be.