What’s your worst bullying experience?

I had some older "Kids" I was 7-14 this happened, they'd just beat the shit out of me whenever they saw me. A lot of the time it was by pretending to be friendly and I'd trust them, and then the bullying would commence.

Other times it was just blatantly chasing me and kicking the shit out of me for no reason despite being at least 4-5 years older than me.

I was scared to leave my house for years.

in middle school (7-8 grade) Some girl i had never spoken to who was “casual friends” with my best friend (not really friends, he didnt like her, but she kept pushing herself in) started to come up to me and just say she hated me and call me names or yell at me. Then, when i told the principle, she only got a ‘slap on the wrist’ and told to “not do that” so she enlisted her friends to help her.

They threw food at me, cussed at me and called me a bitch, said they hated me, told me to hurt myself or kill myself, threaten to beat me up, and every time i brought it up to the principle they would get told “thats not nice” and no other consequences for literally telling me to end my life, and then i would get a spiel on how “you cant let them get to you” and “they may have a bad home life or are insecure”

yeah i had a bad home life too and they were making my school life even worse, but im sure they werent told any of that shit. Somehow i was the one who had to “forgive and forget”, i was the one who had to “stop letting it get to me”. They didnt have to stop anything.

They continued until Covid sent us all home and i havent seen any of them since. I live in a completely different state now because of how traumatized i was from those years.

Grade 3, last day of school before Christmas break. I brought Christmas cards for every kid in the class and handed them out. I guess most of the other kids had already given out their cards during the week, but anyway.

So we're doing the "last day of term cleaning up the classroom" and the teacher asked me to volunteer to go with her to the janitorial closet to bring back a bucket and sponges or something. And when we got back to the classroom (like 5 minutes later), all the kids had torn up my Christmas cards and were throwing them around the room like confetti and yelling that they were "infected with activelresting germs". Like it was a huge fight to throw the torn cards and try not to get touched by them.

I got in trouble from the teacher.

When I was 10 or 11 I was in a very sporty school (Irish gaelic football). I'm no good at sports.

During one "friendly" game between 2 classes I ended up with the ball, facing a the goalposts in what should have been an easy shot, but panicked. People shouted at me to kick the ball in, but just froze. My "team" lost the game as a result.

Later that day the "team" captain and his friends caught me on the way home and shouted at me about losing the match. I covered my ears and tried to ignore them. One of them kicked me in the balls and they walked away.

I pissed blood when I got home. The first person I told was my councillor about 30 years later. Snitching on bullies in school just made things worse

That captain later went on to play for Dublin in the national Irish gaelic football league

Someone threw me mouth first against a rusty wire fence and cut my frenulum, which is still scarred forty-five years later, and squeezed my throat so hard he burst one of my salivary glands and I get calculi in it sometimes as a result.

We had just watched that movie "How to eat fried worms" at my babysitter's and I decided I wanted to go play in the rain in the backyard. Some of the other kids at my babysitter's followed me and then trapped me outside and surrounded me, holding worms to my face and telling me to eat them

I forget how I got away, but I probably hit one of them and bolted for the door and locked them outside once I got in. I refused to let them in, and my babysitter gave me more of a hard time than them, despite me explaining what they did and them still having worms in their hands

Anyway, I hate worms now because I associate them with that memory, so that's fun (I also refuse to rewatch that movie again)

when i was in the 5th grade, i moved over Christmas break. my homeroom was in math, and the girls at my table seemed nice.

at one point i think i got behind some girl’s “boyfriend” (😂) in line out of the computer lab … had no clue who this guy was … and she hated me apparently? let’s call her victoria.

i made friends with this other girl (let’s call her chelsea) and the day before a big test we exchanged friendship jewelry. i come back the next morning, take my test, and doodle for the rest of the class. at some point my teacher aggressively pulls me aside and berates me, but the lecture escapes me because i was too confused to comprehend the words.

apparently, victoria was upset with me & every other girl in my class helped write a death threat to Chelsea… and had someone at her table pass it to her desk while she was in the bathroom. it had a picture of a stick figure holding a gun. “i’m going to bring a g*n tomorrow and shoot you, bitch!”. my name was signed, but INCORRECTLY, because I have the Hawaiian spelling of a more popular American name and I guess they weren’t smart enough to look at any of my work to figure it out. when Chelsea came back and found it, every girl in my class came up with her to tell the teacher that they’d all seen me put it in her desk.

i got in SO much fucking trouble. I was so confused why I was the one facing the music when it was so obvious it wasn’t me. i had to write a full page essay apology and chelsea MOVED HOUSES AND DISTRICTS thinking I genuinely wanted to hurt her. when i got home, I had to clean the entire house and nobody would humor my explanation.

the next morning, I showed the counselor my school notebooks with my name printed clearly & the handwriting obviously not matching. my parents and counselor agreed that it wasn’t me. no apology from anyone, though. not from my parents, school, teachers or peers.

it actually continued with victoria realizing she could literally say anything and my life would immediately be hell, since the teachers didn’t care if it was actually my fault or not. once i went to the bathroom while she was refilling her water bottle, and she told our science teacher i followed her into a stall and threatened to murder her. i kept getting in trouble for this shit & bullied by my teachers. at one point, victoria even messaged me on google hangouts after tracking down my EMAIL ADDRESS just to call me ugly. LMFAOOO ???

once i made the mistake of leaving one of my journals inside my desk (clearly labeled, clearly private) and my teacher went through my things while i was home and read through it. & got angry at me the next day because the word “damn” was in it once. a private diary. 😂

people are fucking insane. who gangs up on a kid like that?

There is so, so much.

The worst has to be when someone I thought was my friend took water into his mouth and then spat it all on me as a joke, right after we went to a movie together which my parents paid for, including the snacks. He didn't have to pay a dime. The friend he brought along without asking me beforehand didn't either.

My family never had much money, but they knew he was my friend and wanted to do some good.

Afterwards I tried not to cry while I sat next to him and his friend, in my father's car, as he drove them home. I only told my parents about it afterwards and never saw him again.

I felt so, so incredibly broken, and still do, even though it was years ago. I'm literally crying while writing this, because it just brings back a lot of incredibly strong, negative emotions.

My only friends turned on me so they could be popular.

One of them put me in a headlock, another pulled up my shirt and whipped me across the back with a belt. They all laughed at me whilst I laid on the ground, shaking in pain.

I’ve never trusted another person since.

Being held down on a desk and kids attempting to take off my clothes. It was maybe third grade. I got in trouble for screaming. There was a girl who'd grope me in the bathroom, try to feel me up. I would always check if she's in the classroom before I'd go. I'd always take all my things, backpack and everything, because people would mess with it. Later, I had a metal ruler that I asked for after I saw it in my grandmother's desk. There were a few years when I never - never - let it out of my hand when in school.

This girl in particular was the ringleader on that incident. When we were older - 8th or 9th grade - we were on-and-off friends, sort of (I wanted friends so much), and I've been to her house once or twice. It was a weird place. Her stepdad was creepy as hell and they had porn posters all over, I'm not sure if she was exposed to sexual stuff too early or what.

I have eczema and it was really bad when I was younger. It used to look like I had chicken pox on my arms and legs. People would ask what’s wrong with me and take several steps back as they ask if it’s contagious. Many usually didn’t believe me when I said no. I remember in 6th grade as I was getting up to leave class and people were coming in for the next one, some would wipe down or switch out the chair I sat in cause they didn’t want to sit in an ‘infected’ chair.

Thankfully as I got older my eczema has improved but whenever it gets really bad those memories come back.

An endless selection of bullies for me— from age 3 until I moved 1,100 miles away at age 59.

And, YES, I moved to get away from a bully that tried to steal my pension. Once I moved away I discovered I had three OTHER passive aggressive bullies that disliked me just as much.

I know it’s too late now, but I would have helped you all.

Not sure if it counts as bullying but it was embarrassing The one that sticks out to me most happened when I was 12 and in 7th grade. I was sitting with people in the cafeteria. This girl approaches me and asks me out. I respond confused because I really didn’t know her. She says “oh just kidding.” Either that or in fourth grade when I was nine when my shoes were tied together.

In middle school there were 2 boys who would target me and text me from random numbers calling me names and run by my house yelling slurs in my window and my whole family would hear it.

People would make fun of me when I was just ... moving ... Walking, eating, and especially talking. My voice and everything else I did was weird and hilarious to them. It completely shattered my self-esteem in my teens to almost becoming non-verbal, and I've been trying to build it up ever since.

Now I suddenly never get those comments, guess I learned to adapt.

In 3rd grade, I still didn’t know how to tie my shoes. I’d often ask the teacher for help. This one day, the teacher wasn’t around so one of my classmates offered to do it. He tied my shoelaces together on both feet so I’d fall if I tried to walk. A few days later, that kid put handfuls of dirt into the hood of my jacket when I wasn’t looking. The dirt fell over my head. When I told my teacher, I was yelled at for “tattling”.

In 6th grade, that same kid lured me into the bathroom and slammed me against a urinal. He said he would knock me out if I didn’t give him the money I had brought for the school fair. He never got in trouble because he moved the next week.

Later that year, a group of older boys shoved my yearbook out of my hand and it fell into the mud. I stood there kind of stunned, and they pushed me down. I was only wearing shorts and a t shirt, so I had to ride the bus home covered in mud. My backpack and $50 yearbook were completely unsalvageable.

In 8th grade, some kid I thought was my friend started getting in trouble with the law. He’d try to get me to do the dirty work for him so I’d get in trouble instead. When I cut ties with him, he started sending me graphic death threats, both by email and through notes. He targeted my other friends as well. His parents had money and threatened to sue the school whenever they tried to discipline him.

In high school, it wasn’t as bad. Mostly just deliberate exclusion, stealing shit from me when I wasn’t looking, and the odd comment here and there. I didn’t pay these types of people any attention, and eventually they just left me alone. College was pretty much the same deal. Very isolating, but at least I didn’t fear for my safety everyday.

I'm so sorry for what y'all have gone through. This is a hard, hard thread to read. Humans can be awful. I hope that each of you has found your tribe: people that accept you and treat you right.

Ok, mine is no where near as bad as most people in the comments (sending love to all of you ❤️), due to by bullying experiences being very indirect. I don’t pick it up most of the time because social cues are confusing and I need to understand them to get most of the bullying. But there was one time when I was having a meltdown in the middle of class and I was crying with my hood on. My classmates started to mock me, fake crying and making gestures that imitated putting a hood on. They didn’t even have the guts to do it in front of me, I only heard about it from my friends.

My worst bullying experience was when in middle school my last year of middle school. Actually, I was walking up the stairs, and I had a disability, but I was walking up the stairs, and I actually fell down the stairs backwards. There was a bunch of people with me, but I was crowded around, anyways, I fell , and bunch of people were laughing at me, but I was really really dizzy and self-conscious and I really didn’t know what was going on

There were so many, but the worst is when it's a teacher who bullies you because there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. With peers, there are ways to handle it...but when a teacher does it then it's way more difficult because the other adults (aka, their co-workers) don't believe you.

A school counselor seemed to make it his life's mission to make my final year at high school as miserable as possible, singling me out and trying to get me in trouble instead of the kids who were very obviously bullying me; and he kept getting away with it up until my parents finally believed me after he bullied me into a shutdown. He still had his job and didn't get in any trouble with the school, however.

I thought of all the things my peers have done to me throughout my school years, and then cyber bullies beyond that, and that school counselor was the absolute worst of all of them because he had adult privilege.

I was disgusted to learn that he was even still employed with the school when I had to look up their number years later to get a copy of my report card (despite other kids who had graduated after me telling me that my warnings about that guy were right and he continued to bully students).

My vice principal told me if I didn’t calm down they’d call the cops so they’d shoot me. Essentially all bullying I had the worse off was by school facilities on top on normal bullying

My 'friends' in primary school tried to tie me down to a bench during the break under the watch of the teacher after I tried running away from them. Ended up working one to the ground and used him as a hostage to get the rest of them off me.

In high school during the first year my only 'friend' disagreed with me on why she always told me to keep my mouth shut and decided to turn the entire class (and the rest of the year classes) against me. So for 5 years (high school at my level is 5 years here) my classmates would write and perform songs to mock me, during every group assignment they would vote for me to get the lowest mark possible thus forcing the teachers to partially intervene though it did not save those grades, a lot of talk behind my back, never getting selected for anything, getting excluded from everything, some of the popular kids tried some stuff a few times but didn't persist, etc.

I'd have to say the most harrowing experience with bullying for me was when I was twelve. A group of high school kids drove by while I was on my bike and decided to shout at me. Calling me r___ amongst other things, I flipped them off as they drove by. Of course they came right back and the biggest kid decided I needed to be put in my place. Thankfully nothing came of it other than being shoved but apparently they couldn't tolerate anyone standing up to them. It's been a tendency of mine to fight back even if only verbally. I don't take kindly to someone harassing me.

i was obviously the weird kid in grade 4 and very reactionary so I was ambushed walking home from school and all the girls in my class chucked rocks at me...though I threw them back pretty hard LOL. weirdly enough ended up being friends with a couple of them. I also got the fake "wanna go out" like a lot of these comments which also sucked but i rejected them at least....they then crawled back to their buddies and pretended that they didn't get rejected by the autistic kid...hilarious

From 1997 (start of Primary School) until 2009 (End of my High School years) I was bullied for being different. No matter where I turn to they give me worst advice.

I had two different kind of worst bulling experiences. In elementary school I was bullied into bullying another student who I actually liked and wanted to be friends with. I think that is a bit fucked to bully other people to bully others for their own enjoyment of watching someone get picked on. Of course I didn't enjoy it and when I would put up any resistance I became the target of bullying. What can I say other than I was weak as fuck and couldn't stand up to peer pressure. I really feel bad for not being able to stand up for what I knew was right and wrong. As an adult I've grown a stiffer spine to such injustices. Also grew a thick skin to the verbal abuse from people trying to bully me into doing something I don't want to do.

The other experience was in Sophomore year of high school in the fall. I don't know what but a freshman and his friend in my year would try and pick on me. Blocking the doorway for me to get to my class. Tripping me as I tried to get into the class. This a school that you had to pass a test to get into ("nerd school") so most people were smart and bullying was kind of uncommon. I was on the football team (offensive lineman) and these guys were tall but twigs (basketball players). Hell I even made the varsity football team that year (special times 😅). But I have NO clue why these guys hated me as I never talked to them. Well one day the one guy in my year shoulder checked me in the hallway between bells. I fucking lost it and shoved/pushed him with all of my might into the lockers and yelled at him "What is your fucking problem!" Everyone stopped and stared. He didn't respond and I went to my next class. The next day they didn't try and block me getting to my class or try and trip me. I guess he got a taste of what physical violence I was capable of and decided he didn't want to fuck with me after that. I never understood why they would bully me given I was pretty sure I would fuck them up in a fight given my weight and strenght advantage. Basketball players are honestly pretty weak even if they have musles to show. I worked out in the weight room and saw the crap weight they were lifting.

I just wanted people to stop ignoring me, this one kid noticed and decided to ‘befriend’ me, and proceeded to beat me up and I justified it lol. And this time a group op guys a class above me pushed me into a gate, but I punched one of them and they left me alone. And I was in a sports team, and all the other girls refused to look at me or do anything with me, and the trainers told me it was my fault. And the girl that joined the club and who I went up to bc I wanted to spare her from the other girls, but she ended up just joining them and talking shit about me <3

There was so much that I can't even count, and I used to hate everyone, but after diagnosis doesn't make sense anymore.

Back when I was in 4th grade and my teacher loved to penalize and humiliate me in front of everyone for my learning disabilities and Type 1 Diabetes. As an adult I still struggle with C-PTSD because of that and am stuck in survival mode when in social situations. I neglected my health so much because of her…I was so afraid everyone else would punish me and hate me like she did.

One of my closest friends in highschool managed to log into my MySpace account like a week before senior year started and pretty much changed it all saying I was a fat bitch and everything…and she was the first person I called to tell as I sobbed in the phone she was telling me she couldn’t understand who would do that. I suspected it was her after school started since she was ignoring me, which sucked since my other friend was her friend so I alienated myself from them and spent my senior year alone pretty much. I have since recovered the friendship that was attached to that horrible girl but she just never owned up or apologized, it still hurts me to this day because she was one of my closest friends (out of 3) I had managed to make. My family celebrated her birthday and even gave her gifts at Christmas time

Oh the nonstop teasing.🙃

This is one I can remember, Ive blocked out many more. This is nonfamily: Fifth grade ( 11) I was at a birthday sleepover and somehow I was on the outside. It was decided I offended the party host and had to pay. I got jumped in the laundry room by 5 girls. I was so hurt by this; I lived in a small community and I had no other outlets. I had severe depression as a child, 5th grade was the worst. Family related: Same age, my older siblings and I were home with ny aunt. My siblings started teasing me, they called me names and escalated things. I went to my aunt for relief, she joined in on the fun. The three of them teased me, follwed me through the house calling me bames, until I locked myself in the bathroom and had a full panic attack. My parents got home and I WAS IN TROUBLE.

I no longer trust my family with my feelings period

I got bullied at my last job due to a smear campaign done by my last job. Customers, managers, and employees would gang up and suicide bait me, sexually harass me, stalk me, yell slurs at me, spit on me, cyber bully me, throw stuff at me, isolate and exclude me, tamper with my food, out me as trans, destroy the bathrooms so I could not use them, and break into my apartment, hack into my phone, and even steal from my apartment. Somebody also destroyed my car intentionally and even physically assaulted me. I even got sexually assaulted in retaliation over untrue rumours about me. I had to change my identity and leave town for my safety. The police officers in my area joined in too so I could not do anything.

Girl group didn't like I wasn't into sports and held back teams in gym.

One day I did better in kickball than the leader did so she came running at me and knocked me into the brick wall. Fainted and ended up concussed. She didn't get in trouble. Girl had been like 250 pounds and I was way tinier.

Probs the time I was having psychosis from Vyvanse (misdiagnosed as ADHD for a while) at school, a kid threw something at me (regular occurence) and I heard a voice telling me to kick him so I did. Except it looked really weak and this was in high school so I got clowned for it while tripping out, which was a bad time. That whole day was awful, kids could tell I was extra weird but didnt know why so I got it pretty bad. I thought there were bats flying over my shoulder

My worst bullying experience is when other autistic people say things like this to me:

People like you make all autism look bad.

It makes me never want to talk to another human being again.

I was bullied all through every school year, 6th form, college and even uni, but two of the worst specific things that come to mind are when I was in middle school (12?) and uni. The middle school one was when I was at one best friend's house with my other best friend. So I was with these two people and I was so excited cause it was my two best friends and we were all hanging out! I thought they were both good friends but they both bullied me separately but not enough that I ever noticed until years later. Anyway they were both girly and into doing makeup and convinced me to let them to mine. I was just so happy being not only included but feeling liked. And of course they did the makeup so I looked like a clown, and then laughed loads about it. I've had objectively worse things happen to me, but the fact that I trusted them and thought they cared about me and they just shat all over me.. I'm tearing up just writing this.

The uni one thing was I made a really close friend and we shared a lot about our mental health and stuff. She spread lots of that around but I stayed friends with her, I don't know why. We were on the same course and I was really struggling with it because my mental health was taking a divebomb and she'd berate me for it and criticise me a lot. She said other shitty things about me to people I knew, including my friends and flatmates. It got to the point where I was too scared to leave my room because I didn't know what people would be saying about me. Then when I left uni because I was so depressed, she spread a rumour (and when I say rumour I mean she'd literally make sure everyone 'knew') that I'd been kicked out. I hadn't at all, and my tutors had even asked me to just defer cause they wanted me to come back; I even got an email from one tutor saying I'd be missed but she knew I'd do well cause I had a lot of potential and talent. Anyway I spent the next year in the same city and spent months not leaving my flat cause I was too scared of bumping into her or hearing something or seeing someone from uni.

Mine don’t even sound that bad compared to some people here but it affected me a lot. In primary school people started bullying me for being ginger and then one day we had some woman come in to talk about bullying and she showed us some “anti bullying video” and the girl in the video was ginger and was being called “ginger nut”, so guess what my new name was. Then in secondary school “friends” turning on me for no reason and spreading rumours about me and whispering and giggling about me every time they saw me. Then random people I’d never even talked to started whispering and giggling around me as well. I never actually found out what they were saying about me. Then a teacher tried to get me and one of the girls to apologise to each other and she sat there smirking the whole time. I’m not a violent person but oh my god did that make me want to punch her head through a wall, she was so rude and nonchalant. So yeah I ended up with no friends and people hating me for no reason. Now that I know I’m autistic I wonder if that’s why people seem to not like me “for no reason”, like NTs can sense that I’m trying too hard to fit in or something.

I was beaten up when I was about 9 by an older kid. I think he was 13 or 14. I didn't do anything, just looked easy, I think. I ended up in hospital because I was a scrawny child and had been taught not to fight back, but I got a few stitches and was fine. Still wouldn't recommend.

More a series of bullying than an isolated incident, but kids literally chasing me as I'd walk to the school bus, calling me the r word, while they howled with laughter like monkeys. Sometimes they'd run up to me and shout it and run away.

Of course they'd be especially satisfied when they got me angry and I let my anger show just about every time. I'm sure that was a big motivation for me beginning to mask, bottle up my emotions inwardly and internalize those feelings.

I caught on to their game. Not that this made things much better for me.

Either the one when I was just playing outside alone and sniffing flowers and collecting rocks, just 7yo stuff, and a bit older kids came to me with a firework??? Idk what is the name of it but basically the ones that just go BOOM without any cool visual effects. Anyways they tangled it in my long hair and lit it up, and ran away laughing, while I was trying to get this out of my hair before it explodes. I luckily managed to do it and throw it towards them and it went BOOM while it was still in the air.

Or the other time when I was 13yo and tried to aliven't myself in the school restroom, got found as I was passing out because of blood loss, spent some time at the hospital and when I came back to school, we had a school assembly about that and they made me apologize in front of everyone for causing mental damage and potential trauma to other kids who saw people dragging my nearly lifeless bleeding body to the principal office that day.

My first, and worst, bully is Mum. I remember the favouritism, the random beatings I got when my brother did something, the shaming I got because I was fat (stress-eating), every small thing pointed to jab at me in some way.

Even now, she doesn't listen, babies my brother despite the fact he's a fucking homeowner now, and every single thing she does is transactional. If I get something, she'd be DAMN sure I return the favour somehow. She will look at me AFTER I say thank you several times and will go "oh, thank you, Mum" while only ever looking at me, never him.

She doesn't treat me as human, doesn't try to understand me or my brother, and parades him around like he's some prodigy despite the fact she's an active hinderance and him obviously not being a prodigy. Despite us both being on the spectrum, somehow he's the one treated with patience and I'm the one always being shat on.

Any shit I had at school doesn't compare to that. And I had a lot of shit at school.

When I was in middle school/high school there were more bullies than non-bullies in my class. They told me to kill myself every day, threw things at me (including glueballs in my thick, frizzy hair), called me every name you can think of, and outside of school it just continued on social media. It destroyed my self esteem and will to live.

Multiple adults knew about it and the best they could say was "just ignore them", and the worst thing one of them said was "if you'd be normal you wouldn't get bullied"

College mock trial as an officer. Everyone was always keeping tabs on each other and when I began standing up for other people who I saw were getting attacked, I became a scapegoat. My team once arranged a meeting where everyone can voice their complaints about other people. Surprise- all the complaints were for me.

I had a friend in 6th grade who’d make me stab her with a pencil during class. She’d sharpen the pencil and tell me to do it hard enough to make her bleed. She’d tell me to stab her 200 times, and then I’d finish and she’d ask for another 100, etc. if I didn’t do it she’d either try to stab me with the pencil, punch me in the change rooms, or tell my friends I did something horrible.

This isn’t nearly as bad as the stuff other people on here have gone through, but it sucked.

I don’t have any particular strong memory but just a blurry memory of a decade of being treated like I am inferior and being betrayed for popularity

Jesus, there were just . . . so many.

Probably the worst individual was "Dennis" (yes, he was a menace). He was a neighbor and a year younger than me. In hindsight, he definitely had developmental and behavioral issues. Today he would likely get labeled with ODD and ID.

Anyway, he was shorter than me, but as solidly built as possible for an 8 year old. He was stupidly strong and mean as hell. One day I was playing at a nearby playground and there was no one else around.

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He came up, demanded to touch my privates and threatened to hit me if I didn't touch his. I went along with it because I was a dumb ass kid and was afraid to get beat up.

Few days later, I saw him at school trying to pull a little girl behind a building. I knew exactly what was going on. I ran over to him, grabbed his arm and told him to leave her alone. He punched me in the face.

I keenly remember blood running out of my nose while a teacher pulled me by the arm to the principals office, Dennis' arm in her other hand. I got chewed out for "fighting". I never told anyone what he did to me.

Since then I've been willing to get into scraps pretty quickly. If I saw an imminent threat, I was ready to throw the fuck down. I went from zero to "I will kill you" immediately. If I was going to get in trouble anyway, I would make damned sure I didn't just take the abuse.

When I was 13, I went on a school trip for an entire week. We weren't allowed to use our phones, so I couldn't contact my parents. I shared a room with my "friends" (they showed their true intentions at that trip, not only them but basically my whole class). The worst thing that happened was when I went to the shower, which was a shared one, similar to a public pool or gym, only with curtains. I went into the shower to get clean and my shower curtain got opened twice, so everyone saw me naked. Besides that they also drew weiners (won't say the actual word) on my drawings and they also either hid my stuff or they broke it. I broke down crying and even wanted to sleep in the hallway instead.

Despite being 13 in that story, I have been bullied at school at ages 11-14, but when 6th grade ended, our classes have been mixed, so I got mostly new classmates, which (of course) backfired.

A little shit literally pushed me and made me fall face into a chair. I broke part of one of my permanent teeth, so I occasionally have to go to the dentist to put some kind of putty on my tooth. Hell.

I had a friend/crush back in 1st grade and we were mildly close(He did something to his fingers in 7th grade to save a basketball for me during a game where it can’t touch the ground).

In 8th grade, I found out he was talking shit about me. I was “weird, cringy, creepy” and other hurtful words.

I wasn’t really masking at the time, and people can tell that I had autism. No one really cared that much and just understood.

But after he started bullying me, I forced myself to hide it. I began masking and felt miserable for years. I couldn’t express my special interests due to them usually being more childish, and usually laughed about.

I did start healing from this and stopped masking as often after graduating high school

I moved out of state for 2 years and then came back for 3rd grade. The whole school hated me and made fun of me. I wish I was kidding. They hated me more and made fun of me more then the kid that was actually diagnosed with autism and at one point even he joined the group. I had 3 instances of people fighting back for me in the 3 years I was there (3rd-5th grade). The diagnosed kid broke his arm and everyone was nicer to him so I prayed and prayed to break my arm just so they would MAYBE be a little nicer to me. I wound up actually chipping a piece of my bone off in my arm one of the many times I fell (because that was a common occurrence as a child. Everyone decided I was faking and a few even tried to push me down the stairs so I could ‘really break that arm’… I wound up actually pushing someone back one (the main bully) and they tried to suspend me (they didn’t because there was months (if not over a year) of my dad going to the school principal to punish them)

I had a girl come up behind me as I was leaving for the day, grab me by the backpack, and throw me down the stairs from the 3rd floor. It was on camera and they made her write an apology note lol, she fortunately avoided me after that

A girl pretending to be my friend, and then her parents scammed my parents out of a lot of money.

Daycare kids cheered when the announcement said my name for pickup.

I moved cross country when I was 13, I got expelled from one school and moved to another within 1 year, and the new school was HUGE, and I knew no one. All of my mental illnesses were surfacing at once, and I was constantly on different medications. I was a mess. I was sitting in a corner by myself reading at lunch. I tried to be as far away from everyone as I could. A table of boys were all pointing at me and laughing very obviously. I stayed quiet, trying to read. So they started throwing food at me and snorting like a pig. First French fries, then French fries with ketchup, then hamburger buns with condiments, while yelling and calling me a fat pig. I ran to the bathroom and cried until school was over. Never went back, I dropped out at 16 after I tried to "unalive" myself because of that incident.

Ngl this probably crosses out of bullying to straight up crime, but before this the bully was using song lyrics to be mean because I had messed up teeth ironically from Who's Laughing Now by Jessie J which is very much from POV of the victim.

Tried shoving me backwards down flights of stairs. Teachers witnessed and ignored it, head teacher said he could do nothing, but it's okay! He had an assembly saying he was proud of his bully free school! 🙄

The bully also tried to suffocate me at a friend's house while everyone was out of the bedroom. She was sat and jumping on my waist, my male "friend" was sat and jumping on my head, best friend at the time walked in and dragged them off. We told the school, they couldn't do anything as it was off school grounds aka I still had to go to some classes with her. Police were involved, they couldn't do anything as I wasn't bruised/injured or hospitalised aside from ask questions an put a mark on her record which was wiped clean at 18.

Edit: best friend at the time because a year later secrets I told only her ended up spread around the school which ended in me being isolated.

bully threatened/tried to intimidate me with a gun in school in the school library.

My entire 8th grade year. Being openly trans in 8th grade was a sht show. Ppl would constantly say stuff about me. But there were two times that really made everyone resent me. I had MAJOR issues in 8th grade, and near the start of the year, I was caught ctting in the school bathroom. Word about it spread like wildfire, and I was the target of so many ppls resentment. Then, a BETTLE fell out of my hair. It happened cuz my friend found a bettle and took it inside and somehow it found its way into my hair. For the rest of the year, ppl would joke about me having lice and calling me all sorts of things. Then my deadname was found out. I can handle being misgendered cuz I look very feminine and have a feminine voice. But my deadname I'm very sensitive too. When ppl found out what it was, they knew I was sensitive, and ppl would constantly shout it at me and treat me like a circus act because I would make a scene. Even worse, the one actual friend I had happened to be a guy, and because people refused to treat me like a human I was a girl in their eyes so "Hey opposite gender friends they're clearly dating" I cared alot for my friend cuz he was the only person who treated me human, so I stuck around with him alot, I can't even deny we did look like a couple. But ppl wouldn't just be like, "Are you and _ dating?" No, they flat out TOLD us we were dating. I told them numerous times we were both aroace and aren't interested in each other, but they kept pushing that we were dating.

Overall. My 8th grade year was horrible😭

Throughout elementary and middle school, my best friend bullied me. She would hit and kick me if I beat her at something or if I told her I got a new toy. The physical reactions continued until around 4th grade when a school duty finally called her out on her actions. Throughout this time she also wouldn’t allow me to have any friends and would be mean to them to drive them away from me.

She was also highly manipulative and dramatic. She faked going to a mental hospital one time and showed up to school the next day like nothing happened. I had stayed up late into the night worrying about her and never received an explanation.

I had this group of boys that would follow me around screeching, calling me names, and throwing things at me to deliberately trigger a meltdown because they thought it was funny to watch me scream, cry, punch myself, and bang my head against a wall. And then I would get in trouble from the teachers for having a meltdown, and the boys that caused it would get away with it.

Also one time a girl pretended to be my friend until I invited her to my house to play and she stole a heap of me and my mum's things and then never talked to me again.

Oh, and also when I was 9, one girl I was friends with got jealous that I was friends with her other friend, said a heap of really nasty things to me, and then got her mum to call our mutual friend's mum to tell her that she shouldn't let her daughter be my friend or hang out with me anymore because I'm crazy. Didn't work though because I'm still friends with that friend and we're in our 30s now.

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I had a lot of experiences in grade school where I thought that I was playing with a group of other kids, only for it to eventually turn into all of them attacking me.

Like once we were on a baseball diamond in the winter, and using a patch of ice to run and slide to the fence. After a few turns, I went, and before I could get up the next kid collided into me, smashing me into the fence. And then another one did the same thing, and then again, and again. They just all started taking turns smashing into me as I struggled to get up on the ice. They would wait for me to get up to my feet just to slide and swipe out my legs so I'd fall on the ice.

Another time when we were playing on the playground. For some reason they all just turned on me and started beating me up, one of them pinned me down and spit in my ear.

A lot of similar experiences, and it took me until recently to even realize that I had been bullied as a kid. I think I just didn't understand what was happening at the time.

As I got older those types of instances stopped. But looking back there was a lot more subtle teasing or rude comments from people that I thought were my friends in high school.

I had some nasty rumours spread about me when I was about 13, that were basically I wanted to kill everyone and I had a hit list because I was bad at managing my anger.

My dad would yell at us for messing up and at me for being shy and embarrassing him. I was bullied for having facial and body hair as a female in school which was humiliating. I was bullied by my neighbor for being awkward. He once threw rocks at me and would constantly online message me about his dog shitting in my yard. Appallingly he then tried to ask me out as an adult.

My dad would yell at us for messing up and at me for being shy and embarrassing him. I was bullied for having facial and body hair as a female in school which was humiliating. I was bullied by my neighbor for being awkward. He once threw rocks at me and would constantly online message me about his dog shitting in my yard. Appallingly he then tried to ask me out as an adult.

I get how the username is hypocritical, it kinda is. But theres also another factor we need to add which is intention and context.

Bingus is a fucking meme used as a username it can be absolutely be offensive but its not intended to be.

The commenter was using the word to literally insult someone and I definitely think that is much worse in comparison.

I hope this actually helps someone.

Getting tackled by a bully, slammed to the floor and strangled. Surrounded by people, not one helped. Not even my “friends” at the time.

Or my ex friend’s brother tried to smother me with a pillow once, not in a joking way.

Plus verbal/emotional abuse. Cant really recall a lot right now.

Too traumatizing to talk about it. The only thing i can say is that my classmates did a murder attempt on me

Hit in the stomach a few times for purely standing in the way. That shit is painful.

Also got my hair pulled a few times, also extremely painful.

In 7 grade there was this boy who insisted he was my best friend when I really hated him because he always made fun of my Rhotacism (the speech impediment when you can’t say your R’s) which is my biggest insecurity

Luckily I can’t remember most of the bullying that much, but the worst must have been the multiple beatings

I was beaten, sexually harassed and physically harmed by the same boys from the age 13 to 15, it only stoped when I stopped going to school. I came back after four months but only because I was transfered. It was hell, I still am fearful of them to this day (I'm 24 now).

When I was 17 all the kids in my grade joined together to vote me and my bully as homecoming king and queen. Essentially was bullied by him the rest of the night and then was SA’d as a result of it. It was a christian school so it made sense. I was bullied constantly for 3 years

It's difficult to pick just one memory. When I was very young, I tried to fit in with a group of popular girls. They disliked me and made fun of me, mostly behind my back, saying that I'm like a puppy because I just follow them around everywhere. At one point, we had to put together a skit on a field trip in school. During the skit, I kneeled down for a moment. One of the girls thought it would be funny to say "___, don't pee on the flowers!" In front of the whole class.

I didn't understand why people were laughing until I was an adult and happened to stumble upon that memory during a rumination episode.

I think my worst bullying experience is actually... being at home and dealing with my mother. I actually preferred the school bullies because kids aren't obligated to like each other. My mom decided to have me, so her mom was to nurture me, not treat me like a tool to use against my father, and constantly belittle all my dreams and interests, thus making me self-conscious and self-hating. In fact, it's worse than the one time I reacted to a kid who wasn't even one of my school bullies who just said one off-handed comment to me. I still regret that reaction, even if he did forgive me.

But I'll never regret going no contact with my biggest bully ever: my mother.

So this is small in comparison to some of the awful things I’ve read in this comment section, but I spent my entire elementary education at a small private school where there was only one class per grade with about 18-20 kids each. From day 1 at that school, I was socially isolated from my classmates and constantly picked on by two kids, Sage and Peter. They were both the most popular kid of their gender and all the others followed their lead. Sage would tell me I was ugly, stupid, tell me she wanted to beat me up, shit like that. And she had friends that would say the same things and occasionally shove me. One time, I landed on my face on the blacktop and got scraped up pretty good. My mom was fuming but all the girl’s mom said was “My daughter wouldn’t do that.” All of this wasn’t that awful on paper but it’s the fact that I was never able to escape them because of how small our school was, and I saw them all year after year and had to go to school every day knowing every single kid in my grade hated me and my teachers were unwilling to do anything about it.

Back when I was in 7th grade I was friends with these two popular girls at my school. I barely had any friends back then, so I was glad to finally have friends. So I was pretty oblivious to the fact that they were pretty much bullying me the entire time. They would oftentimes mock my stims by repeatedly asking me to do different motions for them to laugh at, and they would often repeat my verbal stims to each other as a joke. They also oftentimes asked me weird questions just to get a funny response out of me. And a couple of times they’d blast video I’d posted on tiktok during class. It was a video of me singing, which I was a bit embarrassed by since I didn’t really like my own voice back then, so it really annoyed me when they’d play it for everyone to hear. But when I asked them to stop, they refused. I knew that their behavior wasn’t the nicest, but since I’d never really had close friends before I kind of thought this behavior was normal for friends to have.

Eventually I realized that they were being bullies the next school year, and I stopped talking to them. I’ve barely seen them since.

Not worst but funniest:

In 7th grade an 8th grade boy asked me out at lunch. It was a dare (I did not know that at the time, but remembering later, his friends were laughing at it). I did not know what to do and didn’t like him because he was kind of mean to me so I said “no!” And then ran away

on an 8th grade trip, 4 girls and a guy initiated one guy to text me and act flirtatious. it seemed legit, but i didn’t like the guy. he eventually blocked me, and i thought nothing of it. during the summer, after i graduated middle school, 4 girls and 2 guys (including the one who was texting me) decided to initiate someone asking me out. i once again didn’t like the guy and didn’t know what to say, but the guy started insulting me, saying i looked like a pepperoni pizza (i had seriously bad acne then) and explained how i was weird in different ways. the 4 girls then proceeded to spam text and call me, asking why i unadded them. i mean, i wonder why? they were trying to prank me. they were pretending to be oblivious to what they did, and i found the entire situation awful

it’s not that bad but when i was maybe like 10-12, there was this kid that thought i was really annoying and i vaguely remember her saying that she’d find my house and kill me. she overall was just mean to me. some other kids were also kinda mean to me but they mostly just excluded me. i told my parents and our librarian had a talk with us and she asked her why she didn’t like me and she just said “[theyre] annoying” like damn bro. they just made us shake hands and call it good lmao

That was a unexpected turn of events

A mom sent an email to my mom telling us to get out of the neighborhood that we just moved in and threatened to hurt me. This was 2nd grade.

Later or before, idk, her daughter and I were in the same Girl Scout troop, and I was hidden and crying behind a sofa in the lady’s house. My mom tried to get me out to take me home, but the lady said “leave her there, let her cry. She deserves to cry”.

It wasn’t necessarily the worst, mainly because others have to tell me when I’m getting bullied because I don’t realize. But that was one of the first times it has happened.

The worst I got from bullies my age was:

I had 2 people try to drown me, on 2 seperate occasions.

There was a girl in elementary school who filled her purse with rocks and beat me with it. After that I was forced to stay inside during recess for weeks because the girl who assaulted me "didn't want go miss recess and we can't make her stay inside."

On a winter spirit day at school, I had a scarf on and a kid tried to strangle me with it. Somehow I was the one who got yelled at, because once my friend made the kid let go, I ran out of class.

The worst from adults:

My highschool principal would punish and/or suspend me when I asked him to explain why i was in trouble. Apparently asking for clarification makes me defiant 🙄

My highschools child and youth worker, the person who's supposed to help struggling students, withheld my unfinished online course work, and when I tried to take it so I could finish it and get it submitted, she grabbed me by the arm and tried to rip the papers out of my hands. This sent me into a panic attack and another teacher cornered me in a room and blocked the door, so I couldn't leave. I managed to get past him and told everyone multiple times that I just needed a minute alone and I'd be fine. Well, they didn't give me that minute and they called the cops on me instead. Apparently, crying and being afraid of getting assaulted by an adult made me a danger to myself and others. Which is total BS. I didn't threaten anyone, I literally just asked to be left alone for a second so I could breathe.

In a follow up to that incident: The C&Y worker who grabbed me, was basically holding my completed course work hostage. She was put incharge of submitting it and never did. So I went to her office about a month or so after the incident and very calmly asked for my completed assignments. She claimed they were never in her possesion, which again BS, because I personally gave them to her! Then she texted the principal that I was threatening her and she "feared for her safety" and I was suspended for a week.

The work was never submitted, no one ever asked her to return it so it could be submitted, and I ended up failing the class.

This happened in high school, a high school which advertised themselves as an accepting and supportive environment for students struggling with their mental health. (Biggest lie ever told, that school has the highest self deletion rate in our area)

Was bullied by some white kids. Kick their asses. Give one a black eye and shove the little guy away. I was autistic and a minority.

Reading this makes me realise how exhausting it would be to think through all of them and decide which one is worst lol

Had a friend punched me in the face at like 5? She make my tooth get knocked out but still hanging on by a nerve the tooth got embed it to the roof of my mouth, I had to get it out myself and somehow got my tooth back into place oddly lol idk how it got back in place, and yes it was Super painful, not the only time she did something like that too

i was bullied quite a bit in middle school for a plethora of things (being emo, being gay, being autistic— the usual), but the most gut-wrenching experiences were while i was at… drumroll please CHURCH! i was one of the oldest kids in my youth group and i was mocked and harassed by all the younger kids bc i was a “weird kid”. the worst part was, it wasn’t only the kids, sometimes the parents would join in too. i remember one time on a church trip, my two biggest bullies’ mom almost called me r*tarded bc i chose to sleep in a closet rather than share a bed with someone i didn’t like. (i was purposely paired to share a bed with another “weird” person bc no one else wanted to share a bed with her). it was already hard enough for me to make friends, but those kids made it 100 times harder. i still don’t have many friends to this day because idk if they actually want to be my friend or not, and that all happened 6-8 years ago. it’s also a huge part in why i’m not religious at all anymore.

The first thing my dad did when he found out my mom was pregnant with me was punch her in her stomach so I would die. He failed. He was always a failure. And he took out his insecurity over his failures on us.

So it goes.

Throughout the latter half of elementary school, middle school, and most of high school a few bullies would randomly punch me in the spine. I still have back problems. One made fun of me for smiling too much. Or having the wrong kind of shoes. One spun me over his shoulders. Pushed against a locker. One put gel in my hair for some reason.

I could never figure out why.

I could never figure out how to make them happy enough to respect me, or at bare minimum leave me alone.

I could keep going. It's never really stopped. My entire life. I don't want to hog the thread though so I'll just keep it to those examples.

I still haven't figured out how to make people happy enough to earn their respect. A few students maybe. Not really anyone else. Bullies never really left either. They still beat us up and take our lunch money and kick us to the curb. They just do it legally as adults in a system that rewards them for it.

I'm sorry bullies are mean to all of you as well.

I tried to help a few autistic students when I was a professor. We really bonded. The ADHD students too. But even if I did well with my ND students I apparently could never appease my NT bosses. About to be homeless soon. Again.

So it goes.

So it always goes.

I wish there was a place for us in the world.

Honestly, a lot. High school was the worst. I've blocked most of it out because i don't want to relive any of the torment

I was one of maybe 6 black kids in a small, rural high school. It was probably 99% white. I graduated in 2013.

My entire 4 years were filled with racial slurs and dumb jokes about black people. I would walk home from school in the winter and spring once the football season ended. A truck would routinely drive by and the driver would shout the n-word. I had numerous occasions where I was called the n-word to my face. People making fun of my hair and my lips. They called me an ape because "you're too big to be a monkey", their words. I constantly wanted to fight those racist pricks. But I knew I was massively outnumbered and that the school probably wouldn't care.

That driver shouting at me has stuck with me for over a decade. It wasn't even a fellow student. It was some random old guy. At school it was hard because it felt like everyone except my few close friends said racist shit. Even the football team had a bunch of racists on it. They'd always joke I was obviously good at football because I'm black. Everyone was trying to egg me on and get me mad. I fucking hated that high school and town. I moved as soon as I could.

Probably the time that the person that at some point I considered to be my best friend, had purposefully urinated all over my bike when we were on a school camp/trip.

Edit: I see that a lot of people are adding their age. I was probably 13 or 14 at the time but I’m not sure.

so your saying the teacher just stood there and watched too? what the fuck!

That is infuriating. I hate people who fetishize autism while ALSO participating in the never-ending bullying campaign against it. Scum

In the elementary school I went to for grades K-5 there was this girl and she was the most toxic, manipulative, mean kid I have ever seen. She bullied me and my friends for years but because her mom was also a teacher there and also a toxic, mean person, nobody could do anything about it. Or they COULD, but they were all scared of her mom.

Being shot with stones by 7 boys in 3°grade 😬

I had this guy pinned against the lockers as I politely asked for his lunch money. He told me his dad was a lawyer, and I didn't really believe him, but I freaked out and let him go anyway.

Then he told the principal. I got a week of detention, and it sucked.

I always had a group (+ groupS) of friends but I’m not sure I can even call it that because I would get picked on relentlessly by friends and bullies both. A guy in my friend group asked me out and I said no, he started dating one of my friends and another girl from a grade below us (yes they were a throuple, nothing against that obviously) he would constantly tell me that he likes me still after being in a relationship and it would make me so uncomfortable and scared because I didn’t want anyone to be mad at me or think I liked him back, i was in gym class and had to use the bathroom the group were skipping hanging out near the bathrooms, and they saw me and said hi and they said they wanted to show me smthn, and immediately shoved me and that boy into the male bathroom, they held onto the door handle on the other side, he didn’t touch me or assault me, at THAT moment but even before and afterwards he would grope me sexually and psychically hit me. But nothing was like how scared and confused I felt being hurt like that by people I thought were my friends/ some were just acquaintances

Don’t know which ones worse. When I was in elementary school a group of kids hung me up on a door knob by my shirt. Another was when I was in middle school we had to do a group project and absolutely no kids would let me join theirs. I did it all by myself and got an A. Dunno if she just felt bad or if I actually earned it.

i was in 6th grade and honestly throughout the year both teachers and students would call me weird or just stare at me with that confused/disgusted look. but the memory that sticks out the most was sitting in home room and the teacher had "happy hump day" on the board, except the p in hump was missing, making it read "happy hum day." i decided to crack a joke and say "happy hum day guys" and some people found it amusing, but the girl sitting next to me looked at me said "out of all of the people in the world, why did i have to get stuck sitting next to you." that's honestly the moment i decided it was for the best if i just stop trying to talk to people and stop trying to make friends, and it affected me for years afterwards.

Oh boy... ok lets see. Theres the time they kicked my arms until they broke, or the times they chased me around with lit cigarretes and burn me, or stealing my food and flushing it, or chasing me home to ambush me and beat me up with rocks, or setting Fire to my bag, ripping out my hair; destroying my class projects,chasing me during recess and beating me up... im sure theres more i repressed. Good times Xd

Second day of kindergarten a year 6 boy came up to me and kicked me in the nuts and started calling me a sp*stic etc.

I got so bullied I changed schools the next year. It was pretty horrendous.

My bullies found out I was a lesbian before I did, they called me the “boob” girl and every girl (who bullied me) thought I had a crush on them. I didn’t I only go for pretties girls/j and a pretty personality (and they don’t have those things). Eventually some girl told the school principal, and I was forced to go to the boys locker room at PE classes. Luckily that only lasted a day. Fuck that principal. They made a nasty rumor about me that I touched the main bullies ass. 10 girls went to my old friend group and asked them where I was (I was in some support classroom) luckily they texted me and I told them not the tell where I was. Eventually some of those girls got my phone number and they kept threatening me, calling me, texting me. I took screenshots of those texts and send them to the school counselor. I had to speak with 3 of those girls. I wish that didn’t happen. They got 0 punishment for what they did, only a forced apology. They keep calling me though, just with an anonymous phone number. After that they accused me that I “graped” some girl in the school bathroom. I was 13 back then. I CLEARLY didn’t do that. Yet a lot of people believed that rumor and people started insulting me calling me slurs and everything. Beating me up, it was terrible. Everywhere I go and the bullies see me, they take pictures of me. I can’t even go in public anymore, if I want to shop I have to go to another city.

Why did those rumors start? Not cuz I am autistic, but cuz I “act” autistic 😐

Luckily I’m going to a new special education school next week!

Dear bully with dyed eyebrows, if you’re reading this fuck you

I was 14 I think. The bullying started when I was 6, even after I went to a different high school than all my peers. It was both physical and verbal abuse. It came to a head when a guy from my class who occasionally made jokes at my expense but otherwise didn‘t engage in the bullying pulled me aside and showed me a picture of something someone had written on the board while I was in a different class (think special ed but mathematics only, idk what it‘s called in english).

Someone wrote on the board that i should #### myself. I had a nervous breakdown in the next class. Some girls who always kept their distance but were cordial comforted me and demanded the bullies to apologize, in person and in the class group chat. Zhe group chat apology became a meme amongst them and they got chewed out by some of the girls for that.

When I was 17 and institutionalized for three months the bullying finally stopped, tho people told me afterwards they didn‘t even notice I was absent. So yeah. I was an outcast until I graduated about two years later (we go to school for 13 years over here).

In my first year of high school.

I was having a really shit day, I was overstimulated and had been dissociating a lot. We had a free period, and we were spread out around the playground.

I was curled up against a wall, trying to ignore everyone when a group of kids who had been bullying me and my friends all year came up towards me and began shouting at me.

I ignored them, I was too exhausted to bother telling them to leave me alone and had been in a weird dream state. They came closer and continued to shout at me, touch me with their shoes, and pour yoghurt(?) In my hair.

They left after the teacher on duty walked past. I don't remember it very well, but I hate the way I felt so defenceless in that moment. These were truly horrid kids, and I'm not sure how far they would have gone if they had realised I wouldn't respond in any way.

Out of that school now and doing much better.

My worst bullying experience is my whole life. Literally get attacked online on a daily basis. It's literally either "I'm assuming" or "I'm infodumping." There's no way to reach a middle ground with neros. I literally have reached a point where I can't have a stable conversation with them without being bullied/shamed/verbally attacked. It's been this way since I started noticing it at a very young age around 8.

My family, my friends, randos, it doesn't matter it literally feels like nobody gets me at all and they all assume I'm being malicious. Bro I don't want to fight with people I'm tired of being bullied it's been this way my whole life, I'm almost 30 and I'm exhausted. Who are these people and why are there so many of them? How do we stop this cycle of bullying? Why is this behavior promoted in our society? Why can't people just be honorable and good?

I've endured it for a long time and honestly now I'm starting to fight back and say mean stuff because I really don't care anymore.

There was this guy who told a boy I liked in high school to throw something at my head. "She likes you, so she won't do anything". Thankfully he refused, but damn, I cried my heart out at the idea that having a crush on someone made me deserve mistreatment for making myself vulnerable and swore revenge, no matter how long it would take. I think I won't rest until I find a way to fuck him up and get away with it

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They tried to turn my friend against me by telling her that I was gay and I liked her (I’m not gay nor did I like her I that way) they would call me a lesbian and the r word and a cry baby and wouldn’t let me play with anyone at recess and when they did only did it to embarrass me like when they pushed me in the wet dirt before school started and would tell on me any chance they got which wasn’t often they once told on me for standing on the toilet to try to get my stuff after they put it on top of the stall. They would also make fun of me for liking “childish” shows and things like that. They would come and make fun of me while I was having a meltdown or crying. They would also purposely sit next to my friend during lunch so I couldn’t sit there and she couldn’t move to sit with me because there was a rule where once you sat at a table you had to stay seated. This was pretty much the entirety of elementary school plus 6th grade

One time, I got hit by a football cleat in the hallway. Then when I called him out on it he called me a freak. Also, kids used to knock my books off my desk and when I asked why they said "we just wanted to see what you'd do."

there’s a very thin line between bullying and committing crimes. that being said, i would frequently receive the silent treatment.

(on a side note schools who don’t properly handle situations like this should be shut down)

I just started high school (about fourteen years old) and was nervous. I would say about two weeks in I become friends with this girl, we will call her Beth. We decide to become friends and see a film together after school. She has a friend tag along that goes to a different school, we will call her Tiff. I exchanged numbers with Tiff and we just text from there. I was ecstatic since I struggle making friends. I genuinely thought both Tiff and Beth were my friends. For three years Tiff created fake Facebook accounts, fake phone numbers and people. She would give my number away to people and I got prank calls/texts from the same people who were these fake made up people. I stupidly believed that they were real even though I had a feeling they were not. I mostly got suspicious that these fake people just so happen to be into what I was and were from the place I always wanted to visit and so on... One of the guys I met in person "Mike" pretended to be someone named "Tyler." He stopped talking to me in a joking way and continued to talk to me as a friend. They would cause me to go into panic breakdowns and you would hear snickering on the other line. They made it obvious that I was not welcomed. "Mike/Tyler" decided what Tiff was doing to me was cruel and stopped making fun of me and instead tried to be my actual friend but continued with the lie that he was Tyler. He was the one I did not expect to be in on it and I was very hurt when I found out. He as so nice to me in person I had a breakdown, this causes my fear and trust issues in meeting and making friends with people. I was so desperate to actually make friends that when I realised about half a year in these people were all pretending to be who they really were and I decided to keep it going since I was lonely and come from an abusive household. In a way they were my escape even though when I hung out with Tiff and her other friends they were laughing at me especially when they walked away.

when i was maybe 11/12, group of the 16/17/18 year olds who pretended to be my "friends"

"lets go to the woods and explore"

we went into the woods, deep enough that i didnt know where we were. they brought air rifles "to hunt wood pigeons"

then they told me to run.

and hunted me through the woods. shooting at me with air rifles.

i still remember hearing the metal pellets hitting the tree bark right next to my head.

i was lost. i ran. i ran untill i found a road and ran more. untill i eventually found my village.

Then i spent 2 or 3 years alone. afraid to leave my house.

I think it permamently damaged my psychology.

but perhaps i was stupid, or too trusting. a niave child who didnt understand.

as these included some of the same group of "friends" who had previously invited me out to play then "as a game" pretended to be zombies, and chased me. i was maybe 9 or 10 then. it was fucking terrifying.

the same group who before and after would pin me down and kick me in the ribs "as a game" every time i got off the school bus and had to walk home through the park, through backroads. they always managed to find me.

to this day i dont understand why they hated me so much.at one point i was a happy child. they essentially destroyed that child and led to many many years of psychological misery, made me an untrusting, bitter, depressed teenager. destroyed my relationship with my parents, for a long time. to the point of being partially disowned. directly led to a 15 year psychologically cannabis addiction that im only now feeling able to quit (sucsessfully so far since new years...)

and have made it to this day very difficult to form meaningful relationships.

i'm 32 now and ive had to come to terms with the fact that, although im generally doing better as far as having a small group of actual friends... my mind is permanently broken in so many ways.for years i tried to "get better" as though i'd somehow slice the gourdian knot apart with the sword and just "be normal" but accepting that im broken and working around has been the best option.

Thankfully I sidestepped a lot of bullying at high school by being as invisible as possible. Like for example, I'd literally be in the form room with people, talking about private beef or drama all of break and at the end they'd turn around and be like "oh, giant frogs? When did you get here? Did you hear any of that??" Lol. I didn't sidestep all of it of course, but I think it helped.

Primary school was pretty bad tho. Got called all kinds of names, people used scream and run away from me laughing. One time I stepped in fox shit, and for the rest of the year If I got too close to people, they'd hold their noses and go "EEEUGH"

Also every friend I made for the whole of primary/secondary would be friendly, then gradually stop hanging out with me when they found better people. Some of them avoided me. Some just went totally cold when I tried to talk. And I'd be confused until later I heard they said I was "weird" or "boring" or whatever behind my back. This kinda thing happened a bunch of times, gave me plenty of trust issues to unpack in therapy lol.

One person in primary would take me to a spot in the playground, and tell me to wait for them there as a "game." Then they'd leave me there for all of break/lunch, and when I asked why they didn't come back they'd say "oh, I was gonna but I forgot sorry."

Ofc my gullible, obedient little ass fell for the same shit every break for ages. Till one time I saw shed just gone to hang out with other people and went up and asked what she was doing. They all laughed at me. I felt so dumb and embarrassed.

But with all that said, I'm just glad physical bullying was a rare occurrence for me.

Man, schools suck

During a fire drill when we were all standing outside, a boy I'd never really had much interaction with called me over saying he needed to tell me something. I went over, and he spat in my face. Also that year as everyone was leaving school for the day, someone (didn't actually see who, it was crowded) shoved me hard down the flight of stairs we were all walking down. Some of the kids who usually picked on me were in front on the stairs and even they looked shocked - even they thought that was too far, and one of them helped me up.

I can name many but I’ll pick something that is more inline with what your speaking of. I was so awkward and shy boys loved to come up and pretend to flirt in front of others so they’d laugh. I was extremely non receptive but they liked to get in my personal space and touch my arm or hair. Make in appropriate comments and jokes. Occasionally touching of my chest. I also had a female student touch me inappropriately twice.

This is slightly different. One a girl came and told me I liked her friend and kept trying to get me to tell her to ask him out for despite the fact I said no. Id seen the dude twice didn’t know his name and didnt like him.

Last time someone tried to bully me i busted in their teeth’s i may be autistic but i am also big