To what degree were you bullied?

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There was one guy who bullied me for years, and somehow in Middle School he managed to get almost the whole class on his side. They all used to pretend they had to keep away from me because I had a contagious disease; they said they didn't want to get "(my name) germs". I've been bullied on a smaller scale by several other people too, but that was the really big thing. It's so hard to explain as well. It sounds simple, but it really hurt simply because so many people were actually going out of their way to hurt my feelings.

I am and always have been short and scrawny--for the record, 5' 3". I remember in sixth grade at Halloween time all the cool kids coming up and staring me up and down. I asked what they were doing and they said, "We're dressing up as nerds for Halloween and we want to make sure we get it right." I've been made fun of, ridiculed, chased home from school and all sorts of other things. Of course, it all stopped one day when out of nowhere I acquired a very sardonic view of society and other people--eloquently starting with a simple joke about myself. This of course didn't make me cool, per se; I only managed to rid myself of the horrendous teasing and picking at me.

Now of course, the combination of being a bit punk, a computer wizard, sardonic and somewhat crazy seems to cause people to like me more often than not--that and possibly my don't-give-a-flip-attitude.

Out of all the lunch trays to choose from at lunch time, there was one that looked different. Everyone in the whole school knew - that one was named after me. I think I might have had 3 or 4 kids that were nice to me in elementary school. I remember my third grade teacher made me wear a pacifier and stand in front of the class. To this day I don't know what reason she had. Each school I went to was pretty bad until high school where things went ok. I was still ostracized but not so bad. There were odd friends for me to make in high school. Nonetheless I sustained major emotional damage from school.

He sounds like a useless human. I hate people like that.

Lets see, I'm a straight possibly bi male who has been called gay every so often through high school and middle school, was called a dyke in 6th grade, and my since teacher in high school called me Columbine-(my name). Then of course in high school there was homo-erotic sexual harassment, my screenname being hacked (by that harasser), and being contacted over the internet by some kids from school under the guise of a teen prostitute looking for help.

where one of my neighbors in the dorm invaded my room a few times and one night in the lounge tried stealing my art supplies. Trying to get the RA's help, I banged on the door but instead of hitting the wooden frame, my elbow went through a 1/2 inch thick glass. Now I have two noticeable scars on my elbow while the bully's parents were able to buy his way back into the school a semester later.

Only in elementary, kindergarten, middle school, I am not bullies anymore.
But now I have to teach other people not to, because they mock my friend.

Kidergarten and early elementary (befroe fifth grade) I I was usualy bullied by guys for some weird reason and they always thought I was weird or I was actually a guy who got plastic surgery since I never dtessed girly.
Fifth grade was the worst, where everyone hated me except like four people and I would alwas spend recess alone or in the library all the time looking at the weirdest subjects if books. And this one girl who'd always pick on me and my eccentricities and try to frame me and get me in trouble. Often she was the cause of my meltdowns that grade.

Seventh grade and eighth grade wasn't as bad. I wasn't the biggest loser there was...

Ninth grade was when it started getting better and now Im doing good, but just really lonely, and I'm having to put up with "secondhand bullying" hearing people talk about my friend all the time in such negative ways. And then I feel like they're saying that about me.
Even though I know it's not but it used to ve like that where I was the one people were talking about...

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I was beaten up on regular occasions, probably at least 4 to 5 times a year. I used to dread the final bell at school, I became very good at sneaking out of school and going home by different routes. One time I was chased home by about 40 people and had my head kicked in on a neighbours door step whilst they ignored my frantic banging. I was hit by teachers and had them join in the taunts, on one occasion we had a school assembly to watch the dress rehearsal of the orchestra, my class mates decided to pull my bag apart and spread it around the hall, this was then followed by my shoes and socks. As I was trying to retrieve my belongings I was made to sit next to the music teacher as he conducted the orchestra. To the great amusement of the assembled school and teachers he whacked me over the head in time to the music.

It is safe to say that school was not as they say 'the best time of my life'. Things improved a little as an adult but I still suffered from bullying in the work place.

Now I am self employed and happy. Also the relatively recent knowledge that I have aspergers has changed the way I think about the past. I have a greater understanding of why I was bullied. One cannot go from situation to situation with the same things happening and still blame everyone else, taking no self responsibility. I am not saying that my tormentors were not in the wrong, of course they were, however I can now look back and understand how it was that I became a target

Wait I remember in 8th grade there was this one girl, who first became my friend, and she was so bipolarlike with me. One day she is nice the next day she is mean. And shed always piss me off for fun Ididnt even know why I stayed "friends" with her.
Abd when I was with my best guy friend, shed go up to us and tell me to leave or tell me to shut up.
And now she's a total b***h to me. ???
One time I played a harmless joke on her of just stealing her hairband and she had her friend whom she stole from me throw a bottle at me and bruise my hand. wtf
And one of the worst things is how shed encourage this creepy group of guys to mock me, mocking me with them right in front of me, saying "she probably was dropped when she was a baby." That b**ch.
And especially that group of guys, one always touched me inapropriately and I was forced to defend myself by stabbing him with a pencil since the teachers didn't give a crap what happened in their classes. And another fat guy from that group who once stole my comic book that I had been working on and all my writing stuff and hid it or destroyed it or something.

Mostly guys who hated me =/

Usuly the most ridiculous things like that are done because either they thought it ve funny or they wanted to piss you off or they were curious.

I discovered this too. My main source of torment was my nervous stutter, the teachers new not to get me to read aloud in class, then one day we had a stand in languages teacher who not knowing this ask me to read. Naturally my tormentors were licking their lips, for some reason rather than having a psycho meltdown I took the piss out of myself before they could. The look of anger on their faces told me that I had ruined their fun.

I was bullied from a mental or psychological standpoint but, I'm not found of exploring this in my own way as, I don't wish to bother anyone with my internal demons something, I've already written about with a honorable handful of people here on WP. Therefore, let it be known that I simply try to be as best human possible..

I was never really bullied, surprisingly. Everyone pretty much left me alone.