Nope, because anyone that tried always got punched in the face.

Hm. I was never really bullied, though there was one person throughout high school that annoyed the hell out of me. Though he never stepped it up beyond tossing insults my way in the halls and threatening to do things, he was really the only one.

That was mainly because most of the jocks of the school were relatively stupid, and I was known as one of the most intelligent people in the school. Since I tended to be surrounded by the athletes in my classes, I swiftly got into their good graces by simply being quietly good natured and helping them out when they needed things. As a result, I earned their protection for the majority of my school years. The only time that I wasn't surrounded by them was my senior year, but by them I was popular enough that no one felt like bullying me anyway. Worked out quite nicely.

Elementary and middle school I can't even remember all that clearly anymore, though nothing really jumps out at me then so if I was it couldn't be too bad... :shrug:

Verbally, every now and then. I never cared about those lowlifes. It got physical only once, and ended abruptly with me fist on the idiot's nose.

Tall, skinny, pale, glasses (back then) and into DnD. I got all different kinds of stuffing, mentally and physically, knocked out of me back in my school days. Not a part of the Memory Alley I'd like to enter, chalk outlines and police lines still in place...*Shudder* Happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place...*Phew* Generally didn't pay to fight back, and blowing the whistle never helped, either. I still hate my school councelor with gusto. 'Life's tough, kid', indeed. Best I ever managed was sock one bully in the nose after he trashed my jacket and tore it, but I still had to hightail it or get my buttocks handed over to me.

Still, most of the stuff stopped when I got into high school, aside from the few 'friendly' japes and namecallings amongst the ol' gang. Now, most of those memories are sealed up tight behind a brick wall on Memory Alley, where they can't creep up on me again.

I had to deal with annoying little a-holes occasionally, I think everyone's had at least that, but it really hasn't gone far enough or on enough occasions for me to consider it "bullying".

Lucky for me, I went to a new school and was put in a class for "smart" kids, so we were all kinda nerdy and stuck together. Now I'm in a selective high-school, so the majority of our school are good people. There are a few people that it's hard to believe got in, but when they try to start something I just say a rather intelligent insult. It's even better when everyone laughs and they don't get it.

Some occasional remarks on the strong acne I had in my teenage, but otherwise nothing much to report. There was that girl in the second year who was constantly irritating me about that subject, everytime she saw me. Until one day she dared throw two cents at me and said "Yeah go feed your family, rat."

Well, I replied a follow-up of words and expressions that would only get censored here on the forums, so I won't post it. But it was very effective, since I never replied to anything she said, and she stopped. A week later, she was asking me for help in the English classes. She never got any.

But, yeah. Otherwise, no problems there. At the last year, pretty much everyone knew each other and would back each other up if problems arised. Something I've rarely seen.

Pretty much this, but I left the group behind when being good at sports mattered. I had always been friends with the nerdy kids mainly due to the fact that I had always been an avid Final Fantasy and WoW player.

For some reason, at the schools I went to people always tried to start something with me for the reasons I have tanned skin and I'm quite tall, never understood it myself but this happened all the time. They were usually a year or two above me, but once they saw I could stand up for myself and my size wasn't just for show, they left me alone.


Having long hair didn't help much either. (not super long, but longer than the average [censored] or whatever you want to call them)

I agree with this, I've seen verbal abuse frequently, but that was because I was the bully (guess I omitted that from my original reply, but it's not something I'm proud of). Whenever someone crossed me, I'd make their life living hell. And if they fought back, I only thought of that as a "challenge" and enjoyed it even more. It didn't help that I could turn any situation into my favor, either. I was pretty popular.
Now I feel bad about it, but sadly, that kind of behavior never left me completely. Some of the responses here make me feel horrible.

This, again.

I had a friend we used to tease about being a pedophile. Mind you, they used to tease me about illicit sixual relations with senior clergy (I've no idea how that happened).
Oh sh-


I had that, turns out it was just my eyes losing focus again.



Height has been a useful attribute to have, especially in my army coat, which makes me look bigger than I am, sort of like a cat. I had a guy at college that decided I should be his friend, on the basis that I was a foot taller than him.

Physical abuse is indeed much easier to deal with. You just punch back and things will be over rather quickly, one way or the other. Verbal abuse keeps going on and on, and it's practically impossible to defend yourself from it when it comes from the more popular kids. If you use words they just laugh at you, and if you get physical first even all the people who weren't involved in the bullying first will often consider you to be a crazy psychopath and avoid you from then on.

I was bullied fairly regularly until I entered high school, things got a lot better then. Most of the remaining problems were solved when I moved when I was 14, leaving all the old bullies behind. I did occassionally get some verbal, and a few times almost physical abuse on the street from groups of random older people, usually in their twenties, because I have long hair and people in the peasant community were I lived weren't used to that. That stopped when I got older and started looking too badass to be worth the trouble

We moved around a lot for my dad's work (he was a labrat that specialized in oil) and he started me out in aikidō at an early age.

So... no.



I was more their nightmare, a bully's bully so to speak :unsure: ...and as a result, I had a lot of geeky friends

There were no bullies in my schools. People that weren't friends were nice to each other or at least ignored each other, friends would make fun of friends in jest, fights between two people were usually a one time thing, and we only were ever bastards to you behind your back. :laugh:

Yeah a combination of being made to go to special ed where a lot of people are from screwed up families, then spending part time in mainstream, while having few friends, and being tiny tends to make that happen. It was so bad I had to be home schooled. My father who was more extroverted in mainstream, and literally a six foot 12 year old with two brothers almost constantly by his side on the other hand only ever got bullied once. I wish I wasn't forced into special ed, and while happy with my small advlt size I wish I was bigger as a child.

From now to my dying breath I will never forgive the people who decided enrolling me into special ed was a "great idea".

Yes.

I was verbally bullied quite a bit in grade school, mainly through the higher grades (7 & 8).

They were usually racial jokes involving my African-Portuguese mixed heritage. The only way to get the heat off of me was to bully another kid, and thats exactly what I did. I became infamous for entertaining kids with funny voices, and stealthy harassment. If I didn't keep the laughs coming in, the joke would be on me..

I just remember some people i'd spend the summer with in my later highschool years are the same kids i made fun of back in elementary school. Luckily, my group of bully friends went to a different highschool, so they were free to wreak havoc (and they did) on their highschool.

I did apologize to them every second we dwell on such a topic, and I often feel partially responsible for the way some of their personalities have turned out...some worse than others.

Not really, I came from a small elemntary school. Just knew not to tick off the kid in my class who was never afraid to throw a punch.

In High school, went from a class of 32 to 450, and got picked on a bit. As in two kids teasing me about my clothes, flipping my collar, etc. It stopped when I threw a good punch to one of their solar plexes that put him on his knees in a crowded hallway as I kept walking. They never retalliated, nor was I turned in.

Well, when I first started to date my current girlfriend, her most recent ex got so jealous, he started rumors about me. Some that are a bit inappropriate for for a 13+ forum He also got a bunch of people to hate me for no reason?

The funny thing is, is that everyone that has actually spoken to me likes me (A bit egotistical, eh?:P). But then everyone who hasn't said a word to me hates me? Hm. Well, I just ignored it, and went along with what everything they said (As in, they'd say something about me, and I'd just tell everyone it was true). And then finally they lost interest.

But that was only my Freshman year in High School.

Yeah.

I got made fun of when I was the first kid wearing Nike shox. Then everybody wore them.

People said my converses were "gay" because they had stars on them. Then everybody wore them.

Then I learned to stop trying to please people.

5th through 6th grade. I went home crying once in the 5th grade because a little "Napoleon Syndrome" bastard named Reilly kept harassing me with his little mob of hate-filled jack asses. I was also very much the "outcast" because I had been out of school for almost 2 years due to my Crohns, and I was very socially awkward. So they hated me... for no reason. I can't even tell you the emotional trauma they caused me. FOR HEALTH PROBLEMS THAT RUINED MY LIFE!!!! Not to mention physically AND emotionally scarring me for life.

When 6th grade came around, I made a bunch of good friends. However, the "small" problem of Reilly remained. After he hit me over the head with a rolled up newspaper (more annoying than painful, but still gave me a jolt), I'd decided I'd had enough. So I promptly broke his [censored] nose. I was pissed off, had blood on my balled up fists, and to this day my friends who were around me said they were afraid of me at that moment because of the look on my face. Reilly and his little bastards never even crossed my path from that day on.

The school had a strict "Self-Defense" policy (which was to back down and call for help, while being mercilessly beaten if you, god forbid, ever got into a fight). Self-Defense my ass! Pardon my crudeness. However, I have never been suspended in my life. I don't promote violence, but sometimes, its the only way. After every other option has been exhausted, you just need to take a stand and fight. No matter what the consequences. Its better to instill a little fear than be picked on.

But hey, I'm short-tempered and bitter, with little tolerance for idiots.

Whenever someone would try and bully me, my friends would back me up a lot.

Until we started beating up a kid in grade school because he pushed me down, once the teacher came over they totally just ditched me. Pretty funny now that I think back to it.

I'm never really bullied. I'm that quiet kid who keeps to himself. People know I'm there, usually, but they ignore me, for the most part, partially because I have nothing to discuss with said people, partially because I do not want to discuss anything with said people, and partially because I'm just a shy person who doesn't attempt to know people. I don't even think most people in my classes know my name. Let's put my silence this way. I've let out far more of my thoughts on these forums than I have at school, or to anyone I know in person, really. Some of you on here probably know me more than anyone I know in person, so... :shrug: Anyway, people leave me alone.

I participated in bullying once...but no, I was never bullied, to my knowledge. I had never really disliked the guy, it was just that he was so weird in a completely unfunny way. His jokes were in poor taste, he thought he knew it all and he was a Polish. Not that being Polish had anything to do with it - although he did vote for the Australian Liberals in the last election, the silly duffer. I guess it was just a pack mentality, everyone was doing it, it looked fun and he didn't seem too visibly upset about it (in a very fake, "haha, guys, very funny. Okay, stop throwing pens at me now...whoa, that came close to my eye -OW- me leg!").

I always managed to friendly with everyone and even stopped some bullies but just saying "Hey, that's not cool". Sometimes, I wish I could have done more but I walked away. Come to think of it, I never really made any enemies all through primary and high school. I was a pretty quiet kid, did good at school and wasn't too bad at sports. I suppose a wicked sense of humour was enough for people to like hanging around me, even though I was a hopeless bowler and batsman, I did learn to be slip with almost suicidal tendancies. I believe the correct nomenclature is 'short' or 'silly'. I guess I got points for being a bit of a daredevil, a little bit of a know it all and someone that wasn't afraid to make a joke out of anything and everything.

Was bullied until I stood up for myself at one point. They talked a little afterwards crap, but I notice that they never approach me anymore.

Now to wait until they get cars. The beach is a short drive nearby hehe...

I used to to be the bully mainly because it felt good to show your superiority over the lesser kids. Fun days indeed, though these days I act much nicer towards the weak and nerdy. Not that I like them I have simply realized that it's not worth the effort to pick on these kids.

Uhh, no. I'm ashamed to admit I sometimes jump on the bully bandwagon, but I never take it too far. Nobody is bullied at my school really.

That's not to say we all like eachother and skip around throwing flowers at everything, we've just grown up, matured, and developed a mutual silent hate for eachother.