Who bullys you

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My brother would do the things that bugged me the most like chewing really loud, getting in my personal space, touching me, making annoying noises, and more. He enjoyed to watch me scream or cry.

Also in school there was this bully who liked to bother me. He was only in my lunch period but when ever i was in the hall he would push me and knock my books over. He would do things to my food...like put tons of salt on it, touch it, AND EVEN TAKE A BITE OUT OF IT.

somehow, and i don't know how exactly, you have to find a way of setting a boundary - e.g. hinting to them to f*** off.
trust me, i know from not doing the above .

Mine is my family when they tell me I am weird/strange/different but then when I try to sort it out I get told to stop being childish or bothering them.

Considering my mother is trained to deal with sen children you would've thought

They seem to like to blame me for things which I don't understand like the one time my step dad told me off and inside I felt upset but I struggled to show it do I got more shouted at and then I shut Down and couldn't cope so mumbled sorry and went back into my room ... Yay

The terrorists I mean bullys sure seemed to not
enhoy it anymore when I eiher threw something
at them or bit them. oops did I do that>?

in elementary school I never really noticed being bullied, but one day in 3rd grade we had a guy come to our school and talk about suicide prevention and tell everyone that if there was a kid who was being excluded and made fun of, to go apologize to them and make them feel welcome and loved.

pretty much everybody in my grade came up to me and said they were sorry or they liked me or something after the speech that day, so I guess I was voted most likely to kill myself. people had called me names before but they didn't make any sense and I wasn't used to having friends anyway, so I just ignored it and didn't think much about it. after I got all that attention I remember coming up to one girl who didn't say anything and asking her if she was going to tell me she was sorry and she liked me too (I was kind of giddy from all the recognition) and she got offended. (I don't think she'd participated in what I guess everyone but me thought of as bullying.) I'd bang my head against the wall or have minor freak outs for years after the fact because I'd upset her, which is the main reason I remember that day at all. in retrospect I think I was a hell of a lot more awkward as a kid than I am now.

it's pretty bad when you're so bad at socializing that you don't even really notice or understand when people are being mean to you, though I guess ignorance was bliss, haha. I don't think anybody bullied me after that either, but for all I know I might have missed it as completely as I did back then. *shrug*

Who bullies me? Random girls in the street, when they give me evil stares and show me the exact ''hah hah I'm better than you'' vibe. I take it as a form of bullying.

I have noticed that superiors do out of insecurity. I see quite a high turnover rate of supervisors at my job and there is a night and day difference in how I am treated. Some leave me alone and consider themselves lucky they have someone who takes pride in their work hand doesn't play politics games. Others treat me as though I am their enemy, and these are generally the incompetent and sycophantic ones that have their head up their superior's ass all day long if they are around. Sometimes it goes to the lengths of subtle harassment where ambiguous things are said to try to hurt me but vague enough to be explained away if accused, like when a manager once said about a girl that had a crush on me: "we had fun all night last night, just the two of us" making sure I'm right there to hear it. I'm sure its a combination of me being the easiest/weakest target of displacement, subconscious understanding that merit has absolutely nothing to do with their promotion, and knowing that they would likely be screwed if I were to ever ascend above them and decided to be as immature and incontinent as they are and got vindictive.

Job Center Clerks.

At the present time, nobody does. However in the past everyone used to from supervisors to students and even teachers. I have learned over time how to give off the right "vibe" (for lack of a better term) that makes people scared to mess with me. I think that now people fear what I will do to them if they try anything because I have let on that I may be slightly unstable. I also learned that talking about guns tends to make people think twice about bullying you. It's not that you have to be threatening but that they have it in the back of their minds that you might do something they will regret if they try something.

Right now, no one. At least, not the systematic, repetitive sort of thing that wears you down in school. I don't really count things like random people yelling "r*t*rd" at me on the sidewalk, because my reaction to that tends to be to immediately categorize them as people whose opinions are not worth caring about. (Yeah, it's happened. I don't know why I seem that odd.)

It's not the random insults from people I'll never meet again that bug me; it's the way people you can't escape from make it a hobby to annoy, hurt, terrorize, and generally be a dick to you in a repetitive fashion. That is not nearly so easy to shrug off. You can't just walk away when you go to school with the people, because you're bound to meet them again and then they'll have "wuss" to insult you with, too.

Trust me, guys--if you're in high school now, it really does get easier. While adults can and do bully each other, they are socially obligated to be more subtle about it, and that makes it easier to ignore. And you can even press assault charges if it gets physical.

My mother. She refused to acknowledge I was different and still does. She refused to take her hand flapping, hair twirling, seat bouncing, detail obsessed, socially incapable, learning disabled daughter to a specialist for evaluation even though every check up I had my doctors strongly encouraged it. When I moved out on my own I sought official diagnosis and sure enough, Asperger's.

Barring two people (my mother too, of course), everyone I've known or been around for more than a day or so.

People who are taller or bigger built than me tend to bully me as they use their size to their advantage, and more often than not, it's men rather than women that do it (I'm female). They think because I'm smaller than them they can do what they like, it's really frustrating.

My stepmother bullies me sometimes, but not so much during the school year, since I live in a college dorm and we're not around each other as much.