Were you picked on as a child?

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My mom's coworker talked of this girl who was picked on, the boys poured water on the seat (knowing the girl would sit in it) (they've done this with ketchup etc. tormenting the girl) Then laughed at her. The worker (I think her mom not sure) Said the child had different interest than the other kids and was smarter too (I automatically thought Aspie) (Hey just an automatic thought and yes that's all I have to go on) So I thought I'd make this topic of were you picked on as a child and do you have any horror stories? (The worker said when the kid became CEO and X bully came looking for a job say no LOL!)

That question...on this website...Is that a trick question?!

I think it's obvious what everyone's answer to the main question is.

I was picked on, but mostly because of my small size (to show you just how small, I wrestled in the 70-pound weight class in 7th grade). That also gave me an advantage, in an odd way, because they would never expect me to fight back. I never started a single fight, but I finished all of them. I also rarely had to beat anyone up twice.

I was picked on all the time because of my voice and other things

I was picked on often as a child.

Yup, picked on as well. Luckily nothing violent (save being shoved just because our basketball group lost because i pet accurate track of the score . . . we lost). Rest involves the moving backpack, random stupid remarks with mocking voices, insults on interests and doing well in class, etc. Wasnt so bad as a senior, but was still enough to shut me down to most/everyone. Community College was a breath of fresh air though . . . but i was still shut down for the most part.

Oh, yeah, I was picked on quite a bit. I was a completely friendless social outcast in school. My classmates would ask me all sorts of disturbing questions, which I will not relate in detail on a family friendly forum. Suffice it to say, they involved activities my classmates alleged I was engaging in with my father (this had NO BASIS in reality). They would also ask me the same stupid question over and over again, just to see how I would react such as, "What time is it?" or "Why are you ugly?" They would shove objects close to my face just to watch me flinch. They would reach classes ahead of me easily, because I had a hard time navigating the crowds with my vestibular and proprioceptive difficulties. By the time I got to class, the chair would have been removed from my desk, and backpacks would have been placed on all the extra chairs, so I would be forced to stand or kneel for the entirety of class. They would spread humiliating rumors about me, that I had a contagious disease, that I would be left back, etc. I had money stolen from me on a few occasions, and once the lock on my locker was stolen They would take my backpack or my binder and hide it. Once, a couple of classmates almost threw my things out a window. Fortunately, a decent classmate intervened. Just today at work, a co-worker remarked that I always take my stuff with me everywhere I go, and I really don't have to do that, because "No one's going to take it." These re just a few examples of all I went through in school. I'm very glad I'm female, because if I was a guy, I probably would have gotten it even worse.

Yes, me too. I was picked on in junior high and I was pretty much an outcast. Kids are cruel. They don't have the inhibitions that the adults have. They quickly identify someone different, someone who doesn't belong in the pack, and they pounce.

It started pretty much in pre-school...and it happened outside school too....with the neighborhood kids...I was even picked on by teachers....

All kindsa stuff...don't even start me...

When I was in fourth and fifth grade I was chased home almost every day after school by people trying to beat me up and they said I was weird. One person told me that his name was Jehoshaphat and he acted like he was my friend and then one time I walked up to him and called him that and he just started laughing and saying how he couldn't believe I believed him.

Another time someone told me his girlfriend's name was Tatum O'Neal and that her father was named Ryan O'Neal, and when I went to his house he and his friend and several of their other friends chased me home trying to beat me up. This was not the same group of people who had chased me home from school almost every day. I didn't find out that Ryan O'Neal or Tatum O'Neal were famous people until years later.

When I was in middle school people would call me crazy. Some teachers participated in the picking on me and I didn't want to go, so I stayed home for many days.

When I was in high school people called me crazy but they called me other names too, and once some people threw eggs at me. Some people said I was annoying. Another time the same people who threw eggs at me wanted me to talk to a girl I didn't know and they told her I liked her when I had never said that, and then she came over to talk to me and I couldn't talk at all.

I got picked on quite a lot in school as well, though I couldn't tell you why. I just was. But it was the first clue I had that I was 'different', and really got me thinking on what the other kids did. So, while it sucked to have been picked on, I learned so much about human interaction, and by high school could pass as 'normal'. So, thanks bullies. With these brains and the ability to blend in, you'll see me from the other side of your resume. And I WILL remember.

No, i don't think i was. My mom is pretty much convinced that if i was picked on that i probably wouldn't have noticed it or recognized it as such when i was younger, though. When i was a kid there were only a few other kids that i interacted with much, and it would have been hard to pick on me when i barely responded to things most kids were doing anyway. If someone said something negative to me, i probably would have just stared and tried to figure out what they meant, and then i probably would have just assumed that they didn't really mean it negatively and that i just wasn't understanding it. I think after a few times of saying something mean to someone and the person just cluelessly stares at you and either doesn't say anything or just says "uhhh... " or "okay" or something, you stop having fun with it. lol. Plus, i was in Taekwondo as a kid, and if anyone tried to physically bully me i would have hurt them. The worst i had in school was getting into arguments with other kids sometimes. I think that at some points some kids might have been slightly afraid of me, actually. I was just extremely detached from the whole social network at any school i was at.

One of my earliest memories of being picked on was when I was about 5 and there were these paternal twin brothers who were really vicious...They squirted chemicals in my eyes in my neighbors back yard and then sat on a swing set and laughed and sang names at me while I writhed around in pain trying to get the stuff out of my eyes with the water spigot.
I was really vulnerable when I was little because I was always roaming around by myself...I would latch onto groups of neighborhood kids and sorta try to mimic them...but I was still an outsider and got taken advantage of on more than one occasion...The same twin brothers hit me in the eye really hard with a plank of wood of the kind that is sometimes used instead of a bat..and i think that one of these two incidents might have permanently damaged my left eye.
Strangely...I remember the incidents, but not the aftermaths....i.e....any sort of adult interference...

In school...there was a different crazy scenario for each year...
1st grade...bullied by teacher who called me names, and also bullied by students in the class...mostly boys....I was also bullied by neighbor girls who liked to take advantage of my naivete...They were sorta like "frienemies"....
2nd grade...the whole class would be in uproar over something about me...the boys would take turns messing with me...it was really tiring...They would block me from walking down the hallway....every day it was something...

3rd grade...it was more a gang of girls...though I was body slammed by one boy because someone told him I liked him....

4th grade..the first time...I cracked up and had a nervous breakdown and got sent back to 3rd grade....

I could continue, but I will end there....

Yup.Cant wait to go to law school and eventually get a law degree...Id love to start going into schools and asking victims about their experiences and prosecuting bullies.The schools may lean in favour of bullies, but the courts dont.

I was not picked on very often. There was a period in high school when nearly all the boys in my class ganged up and started harrassing me at every opportunity. I think they liked me. I told on them to the Head of House; he liked and respected my mother and I a lot and the boys got in serious trouble, and it was disproportionate.

You know...I once told my dad recently:

My life was such torture back in the day, that one of the main reasons I begged you and mom to take me to the mall back in the day, and buy me a toy was cause--I kid you not--that one event was gonna make my entire week. pretty much every day it was nothing but getting up to hear a verbally abusive mother, go to school, and be harassed by my classmates, then come home, and get verbally harassed by my mom again; this went on for years.

Oh...and no, my Dad's family wasn't that great to me either.

Even now, many of my former classmates will have nothing to do with me on Facebook--either they remove me from their "Friends", or they won't even add me. Yes, they've *matured* so much in time. Oh well...

What's scarier is that one of my family members on Facebook gave me the exact same brush-off as one of my classmates; though obviously it was my Dad's side...

Chances are dealing with what I did gave me very strong willpower. Cause I tells ya, it's a friggin' miracle I didn't wind up becoming an alcoholic or a drug addict.

But then, I thought to myself:

"Here are your two options:

Continue your incredibly miserable life, and look to that tiny, barely existing glimmer of hope that things will turn out ok in the long run, or........

Turn to drugs, drinking, alcohol, sell out who I am, give in to peer pressure, and wind up with a police record"

Yes folks...I got by with pretty much little more than a glimmer of hope that things would work out. Hell, most half-baked politicians can't even get elected with such a promise to their voters.

Nevertheless, it was all I had, and I guess it worked out in the end, and now I have ultra-strong willpower. And yes, sometimes people still go after me, but what makes things more interesting is that I'm also a stereotypically nerdy looking guy with a hunchback.

Gee...a major US retailer might seriously want to consider marketing themselves on me, after all, I appear to be the ultimate target.

On the plus side, part of me thinks it might help me in the future, as I'm working to become very rich and successful, and you need to be strong-willed to fight off all the parasites who want your money, because for some reason they think they deserve it....