I did, but I quickly wrapped the bullying problem on its head when I remembered how much points I put in Charisma and managed to befriend all but two of them, who would not touch me after the incident in which I uncovered the severe problem the school had with encouraging the bully problem and getting the principal on the news after getting in a RECORDED FIGHT outside the principal's office, and the faculty within would either ignore the scene or come to watch.

Then came high school, where my temper was toned way the hell down and I joined the drama department as a techie. Then people started getting afraid of me for getting in with the "wrong crowd." I guess theatre was a lot creepier from an outsider's perspective.

I was picked on a little bit in elementary for having short hair which made me look like a boy, but nothing much happened until high school.

As a Junior, I was given information that some guy in my class smoked pot [which is stupid, because many students were potheads, and I didn't really care]. Somehow he found out, and he and his 'girlfriend' tormented me every day in that class. Of course, I was too scared to tell the teacher or anything. One day after leaving that class to go home, me and some friends were the last to leave and we found them and some buddies waiting for me. They pushed us around a little and the girl smacked my glasses off my face. My friends managed to get me away, and we went to file a report to the office, which suspended the pair for about a week, and kept me out of that class for another week when they returned.

The whole thing was pretty ridiculous to begin with.

No. At first glance I seem like the type to be bullied, but I'm actually very charismatic.
I pick up on slang and such quickly, so people who tried to bully me really just ended up thinking I was pretty cool.

>>268045
note to self: beat up Jesus Stabber until he seems cool.

Yes. A lot. Often physically.
One time so bad I got part of my front tooth chipped of. I just told Dad it'd been chipped while playing.

Not really. Closest I ever came was first grade. Third grader asked me to call him stupid, I obliged, and he hit me in the face. So I hit him back. We became bros.

No. But I don't live in a John Hughes film, so that's probably my own fault.

Yep. I was a little guy. Most of the time I was defended, because, generally, people liked me. Anybody that bullied me as a kid was just an asshole.

Highschool, however, I actually scared people. Weird.

Yes.
For the dumbest things too, because I lived in an upperclass neighbourhood and my family was middle-class and I was a very sensitive child.
Stupid kids.

I was a fat Mexican kid with glasses going to a Catholic school in Ohio full of angry white kids with chips on their shoulders. So yeah, shit sucked.

>>268033
>I did, but I quickly wrapped the bullying problem on its head when I remembered how much points I put in Charisma and managed to befriend all but two of them, who would not touch me after the incident in which I uncovered the severe problem the school had with encouraging the bully problem and getting the principal on the news after getting in a RECORDED FIGHT outside the principal's office, and the faculty within would either ignore the scene or come to watch.

That's pretty awesome. The part where you got it on the news, that is, not that the staff would ignore it or watch.

I had my fellow Hispanics bully me and call me a "Coconut" because I was taught have an advanced English vocabulary and excellent diction from an early age.

At a younger age I was made into a social pariah because I have massive burn scars on the back of both my hands.

>>268210
I was never around enough other Mexicans to really have this problem but I actively avoid most of my Dad's side of the family because of this. They don't really pick on me or anything but I'm just so damn different from these loud, boisterous, kinda misogynist, occasionally thuggish types that speak little-to-no English that I just end up never having anything to say to them, ever.

Oh that reminds me: my half-brothers bullied me and my mom, usually when my dad wasn't around. It got worse whenever my dad would invite one and/or both to live with us and didn't really stop until a year or two after he FINALLY got pissed off at them and kicked them out of our house the last time they lived with us. I feel bad for my dad, but I seriously would not mind if by brothers died in a fire. And had salt poured on them before they died. Fuck those guys.

When you moved back to NYC, yeah. Here you are, some black kid from Jersey, talking "proper", not really liking hip-hop (Billy Joel was great, though), and don't know the slang just yet. Out of place, but hoping to fit. Incredibly bright, respectful, with excellent manners, grown ups loved you, but you made the other kids look bad. A little too trusting when it came to neighborhood kids, because that's what you were used to. Got a bike stolen, some games & money...even a couple of confrontations, getting jumped, even a broken wrist. Can't have that. You're a punk now, but it's all good...you're still but a child.

On to the junior high...still a little too trusting, but your getting there. Still bright, still a favorite of the adults but still disliked by the others. We're older now and that kid shit won't fly. Yeah, you have friends, but they're only with you because of what you can do for them, yet you just don't get it.. Uh oh, suddenly moms barely has a job but has an obsession, and we're on welfare for sure now. What else can they make fun of you for? Your name? Your love of books? Your lack of the fliest gear? Your dick? You never having any money? Your hygiene? Your complete lack of "hood"? Whatever it is, you'll be put down because of it. Prom was the apex; nothing happened.

On to high school...suddenly nothing. Not trusting, because, by now, you know better. You still shine, but it's dimmer than ever before; cynicism will darken even the most brightest. You're older now, BIGGER, angrier. No one is gonna fuck you with now, in either the right or wrong way. You're just there now. There's hiccups every now and then, but you handle it. Still bit of a punk, but they don't know that. They don't NEED to. You're JUST there now. That's it.

That "don't care" exterior with a strip of sarcasm & a dash of jokes. It worked.

But, did it? Guess you'll find out at the boiling point.

Never physically as I recall, I've always been rather quiet and inoffensive, and moving around a lot meant I was usually that one new kid, unknown quantity. I was considered incredibly weird in sixth grade, though, and tended to abuse that fact now and again.
Only specific event of 'bullying' I can recall is being taunted as a lesbian and being completely baffled and angry about the whole situation. "wat how does being unfashionable equal girl smooching I am very confuse." Oh wait huh I guess middle school as a whole did kind of suck, didn't it, apart from my general hate-boner for everything at the time. So, so glad to get out of that crowd.

In retrospect I'm kind of wondering how I didn't get bullied more.

When you are a bookish child, bullying comes with the territory. Middle and early high school were the worst. I'd like to think that I've developed a thick skin from it. and as time passed with a touch of karma, most of those kids ended up getting screwed over by their own poor choices and asshole behavior.
I did have some fun with passive agressive revenge for a while though.

Nope.

I was the bully.

I had a rather troubled childhood. No molestation, but lots of mental and physical abuse with side of neglect, if that makes any sense. I took it out on those around me.

And it wasn't like in the movies where the bully get's what's coming to him then learns a lesson. That never happened. I just kept beating other kids up and getting suspended. I'm talking every day. Sometimes several a day. Morning bus stop? Nail a kid with a rock then beat up his friend then throw his backpack in the creek. Why? Fuck if I know why I'm angry and these kids piss me off. Tracy, the slow girl is chasing butterflies. Well she's a stupid retard. I trip her then kick dirt in her eyes. Why? I don't know. If there is any consolation it is that other bullies were not safe. Garret, the big kid. I see him punch a kid in the arm and shove him around. This angers me. I punch him in the mouth as hard as I can. He spits blood and teeth and runs away. I'd realize the irony but I am a stupid adolecent and not capable of such self awareness.

One day CPS steps in after both my parents off'd themselves and sent me to live with an Aunt and Uncle.

It was like someone flipped a switch. It was like someone just turned off that ugly violent bastard and turned on a normal person.

I look at the violent elements of society and know that all these people really needed was better parenting.

eh, rambling.

>>271029
Oh my.
Well, I hope you're living a happy life now.

>>271029

Yeah, fuck off. Nobody gets to use their upbringing as an excuse. If that were the case, shitty person syndrome would spread like a disease and we'd have NOBODY on the planet of any value.

I'm glad you realize now that you were a little shit, but seriously, give yourself an extra punch in the stomach if even half of your story is true.

What I am saying is that you SHOULD literally beat yourself up about it. What a fucking cunt you were.

>>271050
I don't know. As a kid, you're always looking for attention, so being a prick because of bad upbringing seems acceptable, as long as you're a kid because you don't really know any better.

As an adult that's another story. If you're still a prick then, yes, I agree with you.

Not really, there were a few guys that didn't like me, few times there were disagreements, and a few fights. When I think bullying I think like the whole class being out to get you.

In my mind, not really no.

>>271050

That guy here. There is a rather large difference between a reason and an excuse.

Now think of all the kids that were like me that didn't change.

Not really. There were people who picked on me, but they were assholes to everybody, so I don't really consider that "bullying".

All the fucking time.

Yep, nobody really wanted to fight me because they would probably feel bad, but I was still bullied every day until I graduated high school...

kinda, but i had a reputation for fighting back if pushed so it was mostly teasing/rumors. i actually enjoyed the rumors, people would spread the craziest stories about me being from a different planet.
then i moved to a private school and it wasn't quite so funny. the teachers got in on it and life was basically hell for two years. but i like to think i got back at them by graduating and having a fabulous time at a prestigious college while they all rotted away at community college.

I was kinda bullied in kindergarten and grade school. I was easily riled those days, so a lot of guys had fun teasing, then running away from me. Even though I would always catch one of them and pummel them until the end of the break, so they couldn't run to a teacher. Apparently it was worth the risk.

>>271029
Oh wow, the bully with a troubled home life archetype actually exists? It was the other way around for me. I was poor as hell with a mentally and physically abusive home life, and what should have been an escape to school was made absolute hell for me by the kind of kids who would later go on to receive shiny new Cadillac SUVs for their sixteenth birthdays. It was just that sort of an area. As a bonus, I lacked the capacity to want to be a dick to anyone, ever, even if they deserved it. Go figure, eh?

>this thread

i was a fat child so yes

and then in high school there was this one girl who gave me a hard time and i had dreams where i strangled her to death with my bare goddamn hands

Yeah, but it was all verbal (and I did a lot to deserve it.) I almost wish that someone had tried to beat me up, so I could have a good excuse to fight back. I think I'd be a lot better for it if I'd thrown a punch as a kid than I am now.

>>267724
Yes.
From the middle of the 3rd grade to the second half of my 5th grad, and from 7th grade to the first half of the 9th grade. It was terrible, and most of the time I responded in the worst way(read: tantrums). Didn't had many friends back in those moments (and the oly "friend" I had in the 8th betrayed me), and it wasn't until 6th grade and the second half of 9th grade until I began to make friends in school and high school respectively. And gladly, while I was kept annoyed a little in both 6th and 9th grade(plus onwards), I ended making friends.
Life is odd, yet fun.

I was 5'9" by the time I was ten, I was the bully all through elementary school and early junior high.

...I had a lot of anger issues.

I was a quiet loner in high school with what few friends I had being the burnouts and the jocks.

So no, I wasn't bullied, maybe teased at most every now and again but that happens to every kid.

Never. Everyone in my school was terrified of me.

I still have no idea why. I never actually did anything.

>>272477
but you were plotting

plotting and planning

>>272477

You probably looked like a creep. Did you have long hair, wear lots of black, listen to heavy metal and play DOOM?

I bet 3/4 of these are true.

I've been pelted with rocks and dirt clods on 2 occasions. Still don't know why...

No one ever fought me, but I got teased. It was shitty because I was always much taller than the other kids, so if I fought back, I'd get in trouble. even got expelled from highschool because of it.

>>267747
>How's the weather up there?
I got that all of 2 times, but then the kids I grew up with were pretty fucking stupid.

>>272561
Interestingly enough, I am and was smallish, plain, female, and have a high, girlish voice. I was never particularly nasty to anyone and was always polite in conversations. I did wear baggy clothes and hang out in the library a lot, which I guess is sorta sinister.

But yeah, when a class got particularly rowdy all I'd have to say is "please be quiet" and then silence across the room. And I always had a seat on the bus to myself. And people would go out of their way to do what I asked (like I'd say "excuse me, can you move?" and they'd rear back and apologize like mad.)

Apparently I have that effect on people? It didn't happen in college, though. idek, I rolled with it 'til the end of high school.

>>272654
There was a rumor you strangled your cousin over by the train tracks, sooo....

>>272959
That's more reason than I've currently got to go on, so let's go with that.

Here is something I written to myself for self-therapy, but since reading this thread I have to share this with /baw/

My three years of hell began at the 7th grade. At the time, I was living with my mother at the time in Capitol Heights. I did not remember the school it started, but it was in a magnet school of some sort in Prince Georges County. The exact incident happened at gym while I was in the locker room changing out my gym uniform for my regular clothes. A student in my group asked “what is your age?” I answered, I'm 14 years old, but then said “I mean 13 years old” But for some for some reason to that student who heard it, thought it was funny to pass on the fact that my name was 14 to his students it thought it was fucking funny to keep calling me 14, as if I don't know my real name. The name '14' stuck and it spread throughout the entire school.

This was not normal teasing, like a small group of students tease or call me by a regular name. And then walk out in a single class. This was more than that. It was persistent, constant, severe peer harassment not just a single group but by the entire school. This is similar to homophobic harassment
harassment but instead of a homophobic epithet, that word was replaced.

But here's the funny part, it is as if they know me by that name and nothing else. I have a real name, I keep saying to them that I have a real name but it did not matter to them. About one out of three people in that school kept calling me by that name, daily.

I did the usual advice, tell the teachers, tell someone you know. But they broughout the same useless advice they give out to victims of bullying: “Ignore it it will go away.” “Don't let it get to you.” OK, how the fuck can you ignore name-calling or something that the ENTIRE fucking school knows and does at a daily basis. I bet they don't even aware of it because they sit in their offices all day.

What even worst is that the school knew about it by me complaining about the school-wide harassment and did not do a thing. They might as well tell me that we really don't give a damn about you and want you for the money we get from the taxpayers. Of course, student even though they pay sales taxes, are not really tax payers because they do not have jobs. But that is for another paper.

Anyway, as a end result, my grades dropped and I struggled in school to do anything because I was more concentrated on suviving the living hell that was middle school. It was possibly the first stage of me losing interest in video games because of my grades, my mom started putting way my PS2 into storage and allows me to play it every weekend. In addition, it did not helped that my dad kept complaining about me playing too much video game, but does not bat a eye lid about me watching television.But in the end for some reason I managed to pass the seventh grade.

But when I finished the seventh grade, I thought the living hell was over. But it was not. The same crap happened in the eight grade. This time over a bookbag. I was into pokemon at the time, the games the anime and shit. I had little interest of buying another bookbag, that bookbag worked for me. I was not like other kids who beg parents for bookbags who constantly nagg people for stuff or generally nag people for stuff unless it's relevant to my interest (like video games or books) I would only get a new one if it's worn out. At the time I was living with my dad's house.

Suddenly, the middle school kids started calling me pikachu over and over again. The same crap that happened at the previous middle school happened again. But I managed to pass the 8th grade.

I moved back to my mom's to central high school. And instead of letting by-gones be by-gones, they resurrected the taunting, like yesterday. The main reason is that prince georges public school students work by a “home school system” meaning that students go to the school cloest to them. That means that students who know me that start the same old shit like yesterday. The same shit repeat itself.

The only thing that kept me going was the fact they had pizza and the japanese class. That's it.

But I eventually got ran out of that high school. It happened in the rest room, I wanted to use the rest room. Some asshole in that high school said “Hey 14, is taking a shit”. And then a bunch of people decided to be a asshole and then came into the restroom. To understand the hell I went through on that day, you have to understand the rest rooms in that high school, you have to understand that the stalls for some or another did not had privacy doors. For some reason or another they got vandalized.

It happened at October, and it's the day I died.

Then a bunch of people came there, threw stuff. And then they did the worst thing ever. They started to to pull me from the restroom stall, pushed me into the the door way and the worst thing that could happen happened. I saw tens of students lined up in a hlf circle just looking at me. Not doing anything, they just watched and laughed. And a soon as I saw them, I just ran back in. Shit I do not remember the rest of the horrible moment.

At that point, my mom kept me out of school while they figure out a solution. Here's the solution the school suggested, a bodyguard that accompanies me to and from classes. Sure it would work if I was physically bullied, but this is relentless taunting that I got from the entire school. She knew it was useless, and I ended up staying at home for two weeks.

During that time I was stuck on the computer on the internet. Believe it or not the internet kept me sane during the period. I could not make any friends because I was considered “different from my peers”.

Now at Bowie High School, the same shit happened. I eventually gotten more aggressive, man up as to say. But that got me into trouble, it gotten me suspended twice, two one day suspensions and I gotten no real help. My grades gotten worse, the only thing I got good grades were in Japanese I. At the end of the day, I got transferred to a non-public school and I recovered, but the scars remained.

The main reason what kept me going was the twice a week japanese courses. At one time, one out of two classes us watching subtitled anime. If it was not for anime and the internet, you would see this thread, I would've already been dead or ran away without a trace.

I could not ran away because I was already left out and disconnected from normal teen society. I had no car, I had no job, thus I had no money. Thus I had no way to try to blend in at all to change if I wanted to.

At the end of the ordeal, I'm left damaged goods. I could not talk to people or reluctant to initative conversation unless I have to, thus I could not make friends or make a effort to make friendship or maintain them. I could not relate to people because I have different interests than mainstream society or do not have little interest of what mainstream society enjoys as entertainment. Pessimistic about the world because of what I experienced in the past. Don't ever tell me to forget the past, or let go of the past. The past can come back, not only to haunt you, but will repeat itself as a reminder. As a reminder of what happened.

Despite all of this, I managed to go to college. I managed to do a lot of things I never had a chance in middle or high school. And I managed to find people I can resonate with in college and outside of college (read: Anime conventions)

>>273548
Sounds a lot like me, minus the anime and video games.
Doesn't feel very good, man.

>>273548
14 problems but a Bitch ain't one.

I am so sorry. Good luck with your life amigo.

>>273676
Well, tell us your story.
>>273700
Thanks man. It's a fucking struggle trying to live life with such psychological scars. A fucking struggle, but I still try to live life. As long as you have the will to live and something to live for, nothing else matters.

>>273730
Did. In fewer words, but same sentiments.
>>267786

>>273548
this might sound a bit odd, but since you mentioned going to Bowie High School, i was wondering what non-public school you ended up at? a lot of kids at my private highschool came from Bowie, so i was wondering if it was the same one.
i'm >>271312 and i still have a lot of hatred toward my private school for all the bullying i got from the staff.

>>273962
The non-public high school I went to from the 10th to 12th grade was Kennedy Krieger High School.

Yes, and i punched the fucker right in the face. Never bullied again.