How was middle school?

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For me it was hell. It was the worst period in my life. I was bullied more than in primary school and highschool combined. I was physically assaulted, had my things taken and tossed around etc.

In one word, terrible. My problem was not so much because of bullying (elementary school takes that title) but because of severe depression with suicidal tendencies.

I have blocked most of my early school days. I honestly can't remember much but what I do remember was terrible. And the main bullies were this gang of 4 girls who seemed to be competing to see who could humiliate me the most.

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Imagine my therapist's embarrassment when it turned out they really were after me.

A living hell. But surviving it made me stronger and I entered high school as a totally different person so I don't regret experiencing it.

The extreme bullying I experienced in middle school (which was continuation of primary school bullying but much worse, I was crying on almost every school break) made me realize I cannot depend on how others treat me or else I am going to die because I was already about to commit suicide.
So I stopped caring what others do to me because I decided their behavior isn't worth dieing for.

I started treating them as annoying flies when they tried to piss me off: I just ignored them unless they were getting on my limit and then I was punching them straight in the face without any warning. Soon they learned it's not save for them to mess with me because they just couldn't predict my initial punch coming (and the punch was hurtful and humiliating for them). Or maybe they realized their bullying doesn't cause funny reaction from me anymore so they got bored. Anyway - bullying stopped by the half of 3rd grade.

And because I didn't care what others think of me anymore I become straight with my opinions and I found it really fun to sharing the with other people, especially ones who didn't agree with me because I could make a discussion with them.

I couldn't make friends in middle school because the kids there still remembered my old, weird, forever crying and avoiding people self.
But once I started high school my ability of speaking what I mean and not caring what others think of me made me fit in the new class of strangers instantly.
There was only one girl that had a problem with me but one incident was enough to cure her from it. It was a physical fight. She assaulted me because I refused to get out of her way but she had no idea I was already experienced in fighting with people way stronger than she was. She was a piece of cake compared to the boys I frighted with before. I didn't have to hit her at all. I simply immobilized her in a position which prevented her from hitting me.

I had a pretty decent middle school, so the experience wasn't too bad. That's not to say it was all peaches and cream.

The bullying in middle school was the most overt bullying I have experienced since, and it came from everywhere, including "friend" groups. Rather, people I had thought were friends, but turns out that wasn't really the case.

High school was much, much worse, though. College is great.

When I went to Middle School, it was called Junior High School.

No, it wasn't pleasant. I almost got expelled. I was sent to the Guidance Counselor's office on a regular basis. The Guidance counselor thought I was crazy because I liked to draw the Descent of Man in family-tree form.

I echo pretty much what everybody has said Horrible! I was just starting to go though puberty, had moved from jersey to georgia knew nobody, was placed in a lower functioning classes because the school system wasn't set up to deal with high(er) functioning autistics whom excelled at one subject and sucked in another, teachers were total D!cks one even called me ret*d in front of my class, was made fun of for being in such classes. I'm glad that part of my life is over.

It was hell. A lot of dumbshit little kids who think they're big badasses because they grew a pubic hair. It's horrible for pretty much everyone, though (even NTs).

It was up and down. 6th grade I started at one school where I had been pretty well like and popular to another one where I wasn't but usually people leaved me alone since I was so quite. First day at the new school I made the mistake of sitting at the first table I was invited to instead of the cool kids table, my mistake I guess. I ate lunch with the kids from Yugoslavia, they weren't exactly my friends but they were nice enough to let me sit with them.

7th grade was probably the only time in my life that I had a group of friends, I had a lot of fun in that time but unfortunately my best friend moved away out of town and my other friend wasn't really good friend and kind of abandoned me once group was broken up. The rest of 7th and 8th were the same then, pretty miserable. I had some acquaintances not really friends in 8th so it was better than 6th but I was teased a lot more in 8th. I never got bullied too bad, mostly because my hair or the fact that they thought I was sleepy all the time since I would just put my head down on my desk and withdraw. It was bothersome to a point since it wasn't in on the joke but I never cared about the stupid stuff they teased me about but it could of been a lot more hurtful. I dunno maybe I block some of it out. I was punched in the face by a bully once, it was in the middle of class and the teacher apparently wasn't looking. I just took as I knew snitching would be a lot worse, they actually were friendlier to me after. It could of been better, could of been worse. High school was worse but there were some good kids as well that noticed i was struggling and showed concern for me, not something you'd really expect out of kids that age.

I felt alienated from people but it wasn't bad to be honest since I wasn't bullied, I think it's the bullying and pressure by others in middle school which makes people find it horrible.

YMMV, but for me, what worked was getting a divorce.

Seriusly, there were enough problems I could ahve transferred had I been verbal enough to share, and the elementary school seemed to know I had some problems besides my vision impairment (which is why i wasn't in my area's Junior High.) Some of the ways teachers acted violated the spirit of the 1973 Rehab. Act, too, when i look back.

So, part 1 was to visualize certain thigns when they come up with police or others coming to stop these things, part 2 was getting them to make a retroactive transfer and saying, "If you just agree with me here it won't be made public."

Now, I never heard back from them because I didn't want to, but you know, that helped me finally put it behind me years later.

Elementary and high schools were great. So was college, but there were just a few teachers who didn't want to be there apparently who made it rough becuase I always looked up to authority figures so much and figured they all wanted to be nice and help others because that was part of their job. And, a principal who was in over his head when it came to dealing with handicapped kids in his school.

But, now i consider myself a "graduate" of a different Junior High, as far as I know the school district does, too(I didn't actually want the school district to contact me regarding it, just said, "here's the problem please do it" and after one phone call they said they would, just let them know what all went on. I think they took the tact of, "Okay, sure, what do we care, nobody cares about a kid's transcripts from 20 years ago and he's saving us lots of grief).

So, your mileage may vary, I know not all Aspies can visualize and imagine stuff the way i can (I can still see myself in the grade school & high school as if I'm walking around it, and went through the other Junior High I "transferred" to so even can see myself in it now.

In fact, as i was going through this and getting it all sorted out, I had dreams where I was back in junior high at this other school, and things went very well. So, I guess my prayers worked, my brain was making those neural connection or something.

So, yeah, sorry to not really share what actually happened, that's too painful and blocked now. But, maybe it'll help someone else, that's what I figure. So, I wrote this. Sorry if it's a bit of a bore or it doesn't work for others but it could. My circumstances, i guess, were more unique.

MIDDLE SCHOOL WAS HELL. Every single day I would get verbally abused. From insults like "Chinese" to "fat**s" whenever I walked in the hallway people would deliberately walk into me when I held my binders. I only held my binders because my school did not allow people to carry their backpacks. I was also beat by some of the bigger guys too because they thought inflicting pain was funny. I left school one day early and a cop picked me up and I got punished by the school. They took no action against my bullies. I eventually just gave up on school and called home sick often because I couldn't handle it anymore. One of my greatest fears was having a meltdown during school which luckily only has happened once. The only reason I ever went was to be with my two friends. I barely passed Middle school.

Middle school was the toughest time of my life until college for sure. My family had yet to accept the problems that I had, so I was going through everything without any help, I was constantly ridiculed by my peers, and ended those 3 years with just a single friend.

During my 2nd year of middle school, things got a little bit better, a few people accepted me, but then all of them stopped and cut me out of their lives because I was weird. Now, i was definitely strange, but that kind of experience really pushed me further into my shell, and it took years before I could trust anyone again

That's where things started to go off the rails for me. I had an easy time in elementary school: I was in special education classes with most of the same classmates and teachers for several years, so I got used to a stable and not-too-heavily changing social and academic environment. Middle school was a complete upheaval of environment and split me away from most of my friends, and as a result I very quickly started to act out more and developed more social and emotional problems. Ultimately the counselors saw it best to take me out of there altogether and put me in a 'special' school for students with emotional and/or intellectual disabilities, where I spent the rest of 6th-8th grade.

Honestly, I really enjoyed being in the 'special school'. I mean, I guess obviously it was more tailored to people like me, but I got along very well with other students and did much better with their pace of teaching. I guess I did a little *too* well, because they transitioned me back into normal school for high school where I started having similar problems again (though nothing as severe as before).

So, in regular school, my middle school years were awful. In special school, they were pretty good.

LOL...I was maladaptive even when I was in the "special school!"

In Junior High School, though, ironically, I was in "regular" school.

I really disliked middle school.