Have you been BULLIED? Share your story.

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There are many types of Bullying:

Physical
Verbal
Emotional
Cyber
LGBTQ
Covert(eg. the bully turns people against you)

The severity of bullying can be from mild to extreme. Most people have been bullied to a certain extent in their lives.

Most suffer in SILENCE.

Many people find some relief by expressing what they have experienced, instead of keeping it locked up inside.

Now is an opportunity to SHARE YOUR STORY.

Be silent no more.

Too many to enumerate.

When I was a kid, there was no "cyber," so that's not applicable. I'm straight, so the LGBTQ category is not applicable to me (though I was sexually abused by a gay male).

I was severely bullied a few times--a couple of these were of a sexual nature. Unfortunately, this kind of crap happens all the time, not just amongst people with disorders.

There was lots of "run of the mill" bullying of the "I'll kick your ass after school" variety.

I was fortunate to be able to slough off all the crap when I turned 19. I figured: I'm an adult now, nobody's going to stop me. I haven't been severely bullied since.

For me this would be too painful to write, even though the last episode of bullying was years ago. Writing the facts would bring back the feelings, and I don't want to go there, it could catapult me into a depression which would disrupt my life for weeks or days. Sorry Slave.

You mustn't let the bullying rule your life until you die. Otherwise, the bully wins.

People tried to bully me, however, bullying does not work if one does not care for their opinions. Their logic was terrible and they didn't dare hit me for some reasons. I really want them to hit me since I would of filed a lawsuit against them.

I would never want that to happen to you, B19.
You are wise for not going there and for knowing yourself so well.
I hope you find peace and healing.
Be well.

A lot of verbal, and throwing my books all over the place. the worst was in college. For 2 days in a row as I was walking down the street a person In a car would go right towered me and swerve away just at the last second. When I complained I was told any more compliments would result in me being thrown out of school.

Not all times are good to bring back memories. What happens is, you get used to bad behaviour. Because it happens to you. Therefor(e?) it's you.
When meeting french friends, it's always my husband who doesn't 'understand' what I say, so he wants me to explain it in dutch to him, I try to ignore this if possible. He can't listen/hear when I speak dutch with him neither.

AS others have said, "Too many times to enumerate." But one nightmarish day in my life in the seventh grade which was forty-seven years ago. There was some kind of relay game in gym class where I may have mildly hurt myself and I was accused of crying - when I hadn't. But when I got back to the next class which was actually a "study hall." The kids started laughing at me and claiming I had cried - which I had not up to that point. Then several kids started chanting at me, "crybaby, crybaby, crybaby, crybaby." Well that did get me crying which of course got them laughing and taunting me even more. Then throughout the rest of the day, "I would hear the taunt again, "crybaby, crybaby, crybaby." Actually this taunting of me may have been especially bad that day. But it continued for the rest of the school year.

I might add that all my teachers certainly knew this was going on and did nothing to stop it. I told my mother about it and all she did was smirk at me and said they only did it because they knew it upset me. No one tried to help me.

Yes. Very recently...

If people take a conversational tone when saying something, I tend to think we're having an actual discussion and that they're interested in what I may have to say and vice versa. My mom's boyfriend will often tease me by letting me think he's having a serious discussion with me but then interrupting me when I start to disagree with him about whatever point he's made to laugh at me and tell me he wasn't being serious. I believe the term for that these days is "trolling"... of course, I don't find it very funny since it's done at my expense and derails any conversation we may have been having before it, and he's not usually expressing very outlandish opinions that would give me any clue that he's not being serious.

My housemate, on the other hand... he also "trolls," but he gets it very wrong... he gets angry at me when I don't find it funny or if I show any signs of being annoyed. A few days ago, there was this whole thing where he threatened to hurt me because I wouldn't tell him an offensive opinion of his was acceptable to me... well, yesterday, he thought it was appropriate to joke about it, accusing me of arguing with someone else I was talking to when I was just explaining the motivations behind something I had been mistaken about (I didn't think of "The Little Orphan Annie" from the radio show as the same thing as "Annie" from the musicals). Obviously, I got annoyed at being told I was arguing when I was just trying to tell someone something I had thought and wasn't even disagreeing about anything -- at which point, he was like, "I was just kidding!" as if that was supposed to be charming and I just wasn't getting it and was being unreasonable. Right -- because it's funny to open up a fresh wound and make me constantly feel intimidated and uncomfortable... I was stupid to think I could play a game that included him, though, so I won't be doing that anymore.

I just really need new, real friends... and an income so I wouldn't have to leave my dog behind if I moved out... right now, all I can do is try to remember that these aren't really my friends, even if they are sometimes agreeable. It's hard because when I'm quiet everyone starts asking me what's wrong and assuming I'm just in a bad mood because they forget their own abuse so easily... like, the girlfriend of that guy, she talks about everyone behind their backs and judges them, then takes everything anyone casually mentions very personally because she assumes everyone else is super judgmental like her. It's such a negative environment that even verges on dangerous... but I have nowhere to go that I can take my dog, and my husband might not care for him very well if I left...

"Too many times to enumerate...."

Primarily happened in middle school and was a daily occurrence. Teachers did little to stop it, and worse, I was probably "marked" because of my dumb IEP status and the fact that I had this assistant going around and following me. I have never fully recovered from the trauma it brought. My post-traumatic stress disorder can vouch that.

People made faces, called me names, pushed me around, threatened me for my money, chased/ganged up on me, ignored me, excluded me. Just about every nasty trick in the book. I mean, I was just always the target for bullies and I never understood why. I was the new kid and everyone knew I had autism/Asperger syndrome because of my dumb IEP status. It was quite honestly living hell. I developed severe social anxiety, which is bad enough having autism.

Teachers never helped. Bullies weren't punished so bad (with the exception of one teacher who did help me). But it almost felt as if I were the problem, not them.

f**k the "education" system, man.

Yep. In public schools (and Boy Scouts, and from neighborhood kids AND church members), from age 5 to about age 18, I was bullied in most ways (no cyber back then) with threats, intimidation, humilation, avoidance and shunning for my apparent sexuality and general "weird"ness. There was little physical bullying (some pushing, tripping, shoving, hairpulling), but I did get things (burning or sharp) thrown at me and learned to wear oversized long-sleeve shirts and long pants year-round (thumb-tacks, pins, and burning matches or paper don't injure through clothing like they do with exposed skin). My family home got graffiti, theft, flooding, broken windows and dead-animal vandalism committed against it. I knew that I was the cause of it as well as my family's confused pain over it all.

I ended up dropping out of high school two weeks into my last year. My mind finally said "this again?!? Oh, Hell no!" Only then did the school educators and administrators care about what was common knowledge about "the weird gay kid"). I dropped out of a lot of things in my teens (school, Boy Scouts, church, friendships). Getting a job was actually good for me, and I enrolled into college ASAP. I learned that there were friendly people who I could want in my life, and would compliment my work and support me because of my sexuality and weirdness.

I've been bulled quite badly.

This was for a variety of reasons:

1) Social issues (though I didn't know I had AS until 25)
2)My mother having bipolar and being "crazy"
3)Divorced parents: I was born in 1985 and was the only person with divorced parents through all of elementary school.
4) Poverty: I was one of if not the poorest person through high school. I was on government programs as well.
5)My ancestry: I am over 1/8th (if not more) Native American) causing me to have darker skin tone (well I am fading each year towards pasty white) and "Asian" eyes. I was constantly made fun of and occasionally excluded from activities by the other kids due to being Asian or Middle Eastern! BUT I NEARLY ALL WHITE (6/8th or 13/16th White if not less White).
6)Physical Disabilities: I still get negative reactions to it from others from time to time, though some days It's quite noticeable when flaring up. Though In K-12 it was more noticeable and yeah I was bullied for it.
7)Others or I didn't understand it.

I was physically bulled, verbally and emotionally bullied to the point I didn't want to go back to school when i was kid.

Unfortunately I've been bullied many times, but the most memorable is probably the fourth grade. There was a group of kids who thought it would be funny to make random loud noises when I was in the area (something I hate) and touch me unexpectedly(I also hate this). This continued on into fifth grade when it was put to a stop by some teachers.

was physically bullied until I outgrew my abusers, then mentally/psychologically/emotionally bullied thereafter. especially in the army where the bullies could be diabolically clever.

I was physically bullied a lot in elementary school, by a few kids in particular, and also even more frequently taunted and bullied verbally, or in other ways, like kids stealing things from me. I'm not sure how much this happened in elementary, but from what I remember and from my mom's memory it happened at least several times a week. This is based on the fact that I would get sent home on average 3 times a week, because of how upset I was about the bullying.

And of course, the teachers always treated me like I was the only one misbehaving. At one point they made my mom take me to anger management therapy, that was when I was 8. They treated me like I was a delinquent, according to my mom. One time the therapist prompted me to tell him what had made me upset that day, so I did. However, just recalling the event made me start crying again. I wasn't mad, I was just upset. I had no intention of doing anything out of line, I was just doing what he asked. He started threatening to bring in security on me if I didn't calm down, and that made me even more upset because I wasn't trying to be bad, and I wasn't going to hurt anyone. I was just upset about what had happened. He continued to threaten to call security, so my mom said she would just take me out herself, and never took me back there.

Several of my teachers hated me, one of them very much so. I was supposed to win a candy bar as a prize for a class contest that I won fairly. It was a poster project. My class voted that mine was the best, but my teacher said, "Well, he had help from his parents, so he get's 2nd place." First of all, no, I did not. Second, she never said that was a rule, I am sure of that. But fine, I was still supposed to get a candy bar for 2nd place, right? But she kept telling me I was being bad and wouldn't give it to me, no matter how good I tried to be. In the end I stole it from her desk before class, but the stupid kids tattled on me so she took it and ate it herself

People would taunt me all the time by doing this in high school. I would get into heated arguments because they would just keep it going, all the while laughing because the whole time they were only arguing because they thought it was funny that I thought they were serious. Well, every single time I fell for it. I still do. I hate it when they do this, they think if they say "Just kidding!" at the end that it makes taunting me ok. And usually it was a group effort, they all teamed up against whatever I was saying just to frustrate me, even though they actually did agree with my point (so they said afterwards).

They think I'm overreacting, but the fact that they are intentionally "trolling" me because they know that I will "overreact" still makes it a mean thing to do. And they only ever did it to me, I always felt singled out. Now I realize that maybe I'm simply the only one that it worked on, considering how seriously I take everything.

This is mostly how people bully me now. They team up and taunt me in some way until I get upset, and then tell me I'm overreacting. This is why I don't try to make friends anymore, apparently they can't resist taking advantage of my social naïvety.