How were you bullied?

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Name-calling, of course. PE and the bus in particular were awful.

Had stuff thrown at me.

Pushed into mud puddles and down slides (not fun when your not prepared to go).

Two people gained up on the school bus and attempted to shut my fingers in the window (bus driver did nothing).

Poked with pencils (In front of the teacher, who did nothing).

Backstapped by supposed friends multiple times.

Dropped for better friends several times.

Bullied by a teacher.

Bullied by a family adult (the worst, I think).

Nearly fired for being Aspergian, in a somewhat horrific and law-breaker way.

- had a group of girls holding me and saying I should stop "bothering" another girl. Never did anything towards her at all. Or at least nothing that seemed wrong.
- also been dragged towards the snack stall while a boy from my class just mentioned my stutter towards the woman selling stuff there as if it was something funny.
- not being picked up for a team in PE
- being told to stop having twitchy and shaky hands because there was nothing to be afraid of... (yes... besides the ones asking me)
- being called anorexic
- there also was some lesson where a girl mentioned that I probably would have been killed during the Third Reich... because of looking too Jewish, at least according to the stereotypes
- sometimes the other children just walked away when I came to a place trying to join their group
- also had different nicknames related to my movement and walking... Hopsi for example (an English equivalent would be Skippy)

Just to mention a few things...

From 3rd to 6th grade, I was verbally and emotionally bullied by most of my peers, both boys and girls alike.

- When I was in 3rd grade, I remember most of the kids in my class always excluding me from activities and games. They did this because they said that they didn't like me. They would laugh at me and tease me everyday. They would call me names such as ret*d, weak, weird, stupid and nasty. I didn't say anything back to them. A few girls said this to me, "nobody likes you". I heard comments like this from my peers every single day. When I tried fitting in with them, they'd still make fun of me and laugh at me. This made me feel stupid and dumb inside. Whenever I tried approaching them so that they would play with me, they would tell me to go away and say that nobody likes me. As a result, I spent recess walking around the schoolyard by myself. There were only a few times were kids would invite me to play with them and that made me happy.

- 4th grade was the same. Everyone in my class hated me except for the teachers. Still called ret*d by most of the kids and being reminded that nobody liked me on a daily basis. Still played by myself at recess because I believed that nobody liked me or wanted to play with me. I remember when I was at the dollar store with my mom, I saw a boy from my class and he angrily said "what's she doing here!!??". My mom got mad and told him to leave me alone. I thought that was nice of her. I also remember the same boy talking with a few other kids saying that he imagined me waking up one morning with no legs and screaming in pain. This shows that I really was hated. Another girl also made fun of me for having freckles and as a result, they made me feel ugly. I also remember a few girls making fun of me for doing my business in the bathroom. One of the girls was my friend. As a result, I'm very shy and self conscious in public restrooms.

- In 5th grade, same things happened. One day, I cried because I felt ret*d and stupid for having autism. I cried saying that I had "too many problems". I was only 10 or 11. Bullying during the school year sucked but in summer school, it was the worst. Not just because it was boring but also because all the kids were mean to me there. This girl who I thought was my friend always made me do stupid things and I got in trouble because of her. I also remember some boys making fun of me saying that I was ret*d and ugly. Also, another boy called me a piece of s**t which was really mean. I hated going there. I wanted to quit but my dad said no.

- 6th grade, same bullying issues again. Made fun of and still called ret*d. Summer school was still terrible. One day in orchestra, I felt itchy near my crotch area and I wasn't allowed to leave the room to take care of this issue so I took off my sweatshirt, put it over that area and started scratching to satisfy the itch. The girls found out and were gossiping about it. They called me nasty and wanted to tell the whole class. I tried to punch one of them because I felt so embarrassed about what I did. Then I started crying and told the teacher that kids were telling secrets about me. She confronted them and they said sorry. I still felt terrible.

So yeah, that's how I was bullied throughout my childhood. Feel free to comment or reply

Neighborhood kids would torment me; chase me down and beat me, sometimes requiring sutures. They threw things at my pet dog and tormented him until he bit one of them, and their parents had him killed.
Classmates would physically attack me; they especially liked punching me in the mouth; I wore braces, so a punch in the mouth would rip my lips to shreds, and I'd bleed like a stuck pig. I even got thrown out of a second-story window once. There was sexual abuse, too, including rape. Worst of all was the constant hateful ridicule; the bruises would heal, but it was the emotional abuse really got stuck inside my head, like a vicious hateful endless-loop audio tape, and that f****d me up for years. We're doing the neighborhood Christmas party thing right now, and fifty years on, it's still so f*****g hard to socialize with people; it's utterly exhausting.

Had my book bag dunked in the toilet
Waiting for me between classes and kicked and hit me
Had things stolen from me
Spitting
(This was the behavior of the boys. As another poster said, the girls were far meaner with their mouths.)

By other girls. It was mostly verbal and ruining my things and shouting at me all the time. It made me feel like crap. It was never said 'this is because you're autistic', the implied reason was because I was posh. I hated that school. That school made me into a Tory for a bit for the simple reason that I couldn't separate the working class from those chavs.

Since we're talking about adults, I got bullied once by an adult neighbour (when I was 13) because he didn't like Celtic fans*. He death threated me if I didn't go along with his Presbyterian stupidity. And he implied I was a thief and woke me up (yes we lived in England somehow we lived in an England of Celtic and Rangers and tenement blocks and he banged through the wall to death threat me) and insulted me because I have Irish heritage.

I was never openly bullied because I was autistic but I feel like autistic people get the brunt of other forms of bullying, too.

By the way why is their no option for boys who never got bullied or for people who were exclusively bullied by the opposite sex?

*Or the Irish in general. Or Catholics in general. Or COE people. Or Portuguese people. Or the English (but he lived in England?) All he liked were the Rangers supporting Presbyterians from his own lodge.

I was never bullied. The unfair treatment I experienced came from teachers and counselors. I actually kept my friends from getting bullied.

How about guys who were bullied by boys AND girls?

That was me. Though it was mostly boys who bullied me.

The teachers I had were generally very good to me (except for my kindergarten teacher, who presumed I was stupid or even mentally handicapped because I didn't know English and my fourth grade teacher, who had a bunch of weird educational ideas that slowed me down considerably). The counselors were almost always useless. They told me that I would never amount to anything. Looking back, I could see where they would say that, because anxiety got in the way of my performance, even though my grades at the end of the term were decent, consistently in the 3.0-3.5 range. These same counselors never gave me a straight answer as to what was really wrong with me and kept the results of an assessment I took (which was a nightmare to me) a secret. I would have liked a true inventory of both strengths and weaknesses, so I could have used my strong points and worked to eliminate the weaknesses. They probably assumed because I didn't drink or party and got generally good grades, that I didn't have any problems serious enough to merit services. Really, I don't think I needed "services" per se, just help with my anxiety, the main thing that got in the way.

I had some nice teachers; but most really didn't care for me at all.

I got thrown out of class on a regular basis in junior high (it was mostly my fault).

Once, a teacher actually threw a book at me---I frustrated her so. Later on, though, she started to like and respect me (once she got to know me better).

I noticed that the things that frustrated my teachers were, in retrospect, the same things that frustrated me about myself and things I felt I couldn't change until circumstances became very different. In every instance of change, it came about because I believed I had to do it. I would like to know what I can do, rather than what I have to do. I need to be proactive and seek out opportunities now, before it hits another really low point.

I'm a girl who was bullied by boys. Almost never by a girl. People can figure I'm just someone who is easily provoked.


How I coped with it? Well... I beat the crap out of those bullies. Never ran away from them. Instead, they run away from me. But that doesn't stop me from having enough with them.
Anyone who tried going physical on me ends up crying with ripped up buttons at best, bleeding at worst.
Anyone going verbal? They just run and bait. But the younger me is so emotionally immature, no matter how capable I'm, I'd just chase them mad just to hurt them.

It's a wonder why I was diagnosed a bit late. It's a wonder why I wasn't misdiagnosed with something else.

Seriously. Including those who are twice my size and some smartasses who could twist words with lies.
Then the adults and most of the rest of the students back then are more in my favor. No matter how many bullies were and how clever their words are piling their lies against me, they'd likely doubt them.


I barely felt excluded.
Physical play? I can do that. Play pretend? Why not. Board and mental games? Sure. Handy trends? I'd ace them even. Study and activities? I don't get left behind even if I slept through all class periods. I don't have to go to that kid and ask them if I can join -- instead, they come and drag me. Sometimes, fight over me.
I'm only excluded in a way allistics groups themselves up and I couldn't just relate no matter how much they tried to reach out for me. No matter how much of a friend they thought I'm to them, no matter how many things they tried to pry out from me and shove things about themselves to me.

Barely am mistreated -- whether anyone is hiding nasty emotions from me or not. If I had any unfair treatments, it's others who usually ends up getting it instead of me.
Especially during my earlier school years in high school. I found out as recently as 2 years or less that the staff back then doesn't want me. Well, I don't like anyone back then either -- they want to get rid of me and I want to stop going to school. They didn't actively drag me out or yell at me -- they kept themselves in control before I quit school and that's good enough for me.


Being bullied by adults? I only have one online -- I was only 13, still too emotionally immature.



And if I were being bullied without being realized? Well, does it matter? Other than just being 'blind' so to speak?
It made me a bit paranoid at 3rd grade or so. As long as some schoolmate knew who I was, no matter which school I move, some idiot would just assume things and run their mouth with those.


Bullying had gone near minimal at 3rd year high school.
Of course it doesn't completely fade away. Around that that time, everything is a bit new to me as I just came out from being recluse. I almost never spoken to anyone at school at all. But most people knew better than tease, insult, let alone assault me.



So yes, I'm heck of a 'lucky' child.

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I was never bullied in high school. but I was homeschooled and went to a Credit Recovery School where everyone else was already an adult and too focused on getting their diploma to bother with giving anyone a hard time.

In grade school, I was bullied. Mostly by teachers.