Why Were You Bullied In School?
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I was bullied pretty much all my school life for being overweight and having the audacity not to be a quiet feminine girl.
Never ended it. Laughing along didn’t work, ignoring didn’t work, fighting back didn’t work.
Stop telling kids these. If they don’t work, they may think they deserve the bullying after all.
Punish the bully.
Remove the bully, if necessary.
Ill admit I was the weird Kid, I didnt find out I was Autistic til I was like 25. But....God Damn I didnt deserve the AMOUNT I got bruh....
I hear that.
I’m autistic too. I understand.
One time i was bullied in Primary School for being TOO TALL. WHAT
How???
@@Intelligence_Core3 idk dude thats whats so weird abt school. They will literally bully you for anything
Was bullied by my brothers friend. Stopped when I had a nervous breakdown. Tried to end my life. The next school year it had just changed. Specially after I opened up about my breakdown and what caused it.
I was undiagnosed autistic and just overall weird back in highschool which made me a massive target. I was also bullied for being pretty much the only guy who wasn't interested in having sex with any of the girls in school (I'm ace)
It ended when I graduated and finally left highschool
AroAce here, dude. Had to make up a boyfriend so girls would quit bugging me about who I liked or else I was a lesbian. Which to them is the worst thing to be
I have AuDHD, although nobody knew until I was 15, it was called Asperger's at the time. Before my diagnosis I was bullied because my "vibes" were off, I was seen as stupid because I didn't understand social cues. Some kids called me the 'r' word anytime I wore velcro shoes. I could tie my shoes, I was just sick of them loosening all the time. Even teachers mistreated me because I couldn't focus, so they figured I was a criminal in the waiting. I never did anything wrong or hurtful, my brain was just wired in a way they couldn't control and they saw this shy tall girl as a threat. I was a threat to a crappy school system, not your personal safety. It wasn't until I moved to southern Minnesota in the beginning of high school that I got a diagnosis and the accomidations I desperately needed. I graduated high school. I even tried college. There were a few bullies in high school but it was a fraction of what I had before and I didn't let them get to me anymore.
Wow.... you just summed up my life..
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Ended by moving to a multiracial area.
I was developmentally advanced in the breast dept. My nickname in 5th grade was Dolly Parton Jr. 😂
Girls hated me but I was never a take yo man kinda person. 🤷♀️
Middle through half of High School, I was bullied for damn near everything; autistic brother, not great at sports, overweight, not many friends, horrible family life, etc. Eventually, it got to the point of me being suicidal and people bullying me outside of school, one example being at the county fair. At the fair, several kids kept throwing stuff at me and the sheriff deputies took note. One came up and told the kids to knock it off or they'd be kicked out, to which one of the kids told the cop to fuck off and threw a pen at him. Promptly arrested for assault on an officer, right there in the grandstands. That following year he blamed me for the arrest and bullied me harder and harder to the point he followed me home. When my dad found out, he called the school and threatened litigation if they didn't address the issue.
Sophomore year the bullying got worse and worse to the point one of the guys tried to start something with me at lunch by throwing a milk carton at me. It exploded. He ran over and threw a punch into my back and I promptly stood up and started his way, but the principal ran over and got between us and he told me to back down, to which the kid said I was a bitch and spit in my face in front of the principal. The principal was appalled and stepped aside and I took the opportunity to rush the kid and he started screaming like a scared child, then cried like a girl as I pummeled his face with right and left hooks while knelt over him. The final blow was my left hand in a fist and my right hand wrapped over my left and hammer smashing his cheek. He was a bloody mess and just moaned, no longer crying. The parents threatened the school and the school built a case against the student and me, to which I got a week of suspension and he got a month. When he returned, he would look down when I walked by. We ended up burying the hatchet towards the end of the year and I apologized for beating him like that but told him I felt it was warranted. The rest of high school was a breeze from his end, but his friend vowed revenge on me and found me after school the next town over. He approached and tried to incite me to swing first but I said, in exact words, that we weren't in school and if he starts something I will defend myself as I see fit. He ran to swing and I threw an absolute haymaker that hit him in the chest. He tackled me and started throwing punches and as I put my hands up to cover my face, he pulled a little pocket knife and pulled his hands back to open it. I punched him so hard in the groin he made no sound except an exhale whine. I stomped him in the chest (I always wore work boots) and split his sternum. All his friends looked at me and backed up and started calling their parents and 911. I screamed at the absolute top of my lungs "who is next or leave me the fuck alone!" I had a run-in with the city police that day and the only thing that saved me was a few adults across the park that watched the whole thing and testified that I was minding my own business until the kid rushed me.
Junior year, people were genuinely terrified of me. People said I was a monster and that I savagely beat anyone I didn't like. To be honest thus kinda hurt more than the bullying because I wanted to just be left alone and instead I was always called a psycho in passing or the future wife beater. To this day it still bothers me that people had to target me and when I defended myself I was still the target. I went tonmy 10 year reunion and saw one of the guys that would verbally bully me and now him and I are good buddies. We share the common trait that we both have sons and w both work in the transportation industry, though he's in a more administrative roll. One of the bullies I fought ended up in prison a while back and has since been paroled (DUI 4th incident, fleeing and eluding, & involuntary manslaughter) and we have made amends, but he's heading back down the track to prison.
I was a eccentric girl, who was usually by myself, and like to draw a lot. The only reason people didn’t pick on me was because my older brother was a star student and a large football player. Out of respect for him, not me, they left me alone aside from calling me weird. which I failed to see was so offensive; in my eyes being normal was lame anyway
The short answer is that I’m a high-functioning autistic.
But essentially, let’s just say you have a target on your back if the things that make you happy include Disney, Hanna-Barbera, Star Wars, or Mario, instead of whatever the cool thing is, like Call of Duty.
And now I’m stuck with anxiety and watching my step because I always assume the worst of people, even if that episode of my life ended years ago.
I was bullied most of elementary school, I was very timid, and a mommas boy. When I went to middle school, stood up for myself, and never got bullied again.
No you won’t get bullied if you fight back, you just need to be not the easiest target
I was an easy target overall.
I was picked on for how I talked and pronounced things during middle school and junior high. I have a natural southern drawl and I can't do much about it. Only ONE teacher ever stood up for me in that regard.
I was picked on over the Patriots during the 2nd half of HS (2008-2010). I would respond back, cuss at them, and threaten to do harmful things to people messing with me, but they just wouldn't stop.
Middle school only:
Being African. Got the accents, the mocking dances, the monkey noises, the big lips mimicked (born with some unfortunately pretty cliché lips), the cliché about our dishes, noises and smell, etc.
The guy and his goons even made a Facebook page against me. He never owned up to it, tho.
Any revenge?
Having undiagnosed ADHD kinda made me a rambunctious kid. I was obviously a very easy target, and none of the adults were helpful at all. They were already fed up with me and would just tell me “jUsT iGnOrE tHeM”.
In my case i stopped it with smoking, Bullied relentlessly throughout the first few years of HS in the UK, started to smoke in year 9, Which resulted in hanging around the sneaky smoking area hiding from teachers with the popular kids. Turns out, All people need is a honest convorsation. Whoda'thunk.
I was the quietest, tallest, geekiest, smartest and poorest new kid with terrible acne from the country amongst a class of spoiled brat city kids, mom made me dress like Steven Q. Urkle right down to the suspenders, too bad for the unsuspecting bullies that not only was i very educated thanks to my teacher /mom, i was raised backwoods country tough. Steve Urkle quickly became leave him alone, unless you want a busted nose, or cracked ribs, he crazy 😂 😂
My last name to start with, won't say what it is, but it's an Irish name that gets butchered a lot. Other than that, hand me down clothes, nerdy kid, I looked like I had an eating disorder since I was so skinny, just on the edge of special ed and not, nerdy tomboyish girl, lack of coordination unless I was reading while walking, being short, and basically my very existence. I'm probably missing a few but it started day 2 of kindergarten with the only reprieve being in March-April of first grade (just before and just after I turned 7) when my older brother was hospitalized for a month and a half.
And going home (at least after the age of 7) did nothing because I faced the same thing from a lot of the neighborhood kids and worse from my father and older brother (yay TBI from the accident) if my mom or grandma wasn't around.
The number of near misses with nervous breakdowns is staggering and the only reason why I held on by a guitar string (high E) was because the few friends I had were like brothers to me. It mostly stopped when I moved a week into junior year, even though I still faced it with my dad and brother, but I at least had some teachers willing to shield me occasionally.
I was the smart but weird, average-looking kid who was fat and didn’t help the popular kids cheat on tests. I was tripped in the hallways by some of the athletic girls, used by boys to tease other boys into thinking I was into them, called untalented in marching band by the younger band members, not included in a lot of social events, and was called a loser for never missing a day of school.
For fear of missing school by being suspended, I didn’t retaliate. The bullying didn’t really stop until I graduated high school, and college was similar but with less brutality. I wasn’t so worried about missing class, and I had the freedom to avoid people who treated me unkindly outside of class.
Once I lost a bunch of weight many years later, I was treated very kindly and could physically feel the burden of being a social outcast being lifted off of my shoulders (probably losing the weight helped too lol). I still am antisocial, but I’ve made peace with that and can entertain myself whether I’m on a shopping trip or being a homebody.
The main downside of the bullying is that I have a lot of anxiety around people, and I get very uncomfortable when someone compliments me because I assume it’s a backhanded, sarcastic comment aimed at my self-confidence.
In junior high: for being fat and poor
In high school: for being fat, and having a mom who I thought had cancer, but she was/is on meth. I ended up dislocating the jaw of a bully who wore a name tag with my mom's name on it, and a wig. Nobody messed with me after that.
Because I freaked out when I caught some guy trying to throw my school planner out of the window. Right as I was at the front of the class talking to the teacher who yelled at him to stop then kicked him out of class when the planner fell out. Thankfully, the classroom was in one of those grubby portable cabins so I was able to go through the emergency exit and retrieve it. Ever since, people started bullying me by saying or doing things in order to recreate the freakout I had in that class.
When it wouldn't stop, I gave them all the cold shoulder, refused to talk to them unless it was with friends or teachers, pretty much acted as if they didn't exist. They hated it! They were upset because I wasn't giving them the reaction they wanted. They did everything in the book to get me to speak to them. If I reacted by glaring or eye-rolling, they would laugh but that was never enough for them. They wanted more out of me. I'm surprised none of them had a nervous breakdown during this ordeal that I was putting them through. One guy got so desperate that he marched over to me angrily, huffing and puffing with steam coming out of his ears and nose and told me that if I didn't talk to him or anyone else, he would call the police on me. He and I both knew that what he said was the most dumbest thing you can think to say. I think he realised that quickly and walked away awkwardly and barely looked my way again.
It only stopped naturally when we were in our last year and everyone became too focused on stressing out over GCSE exams and forgot about me entirely.
Annoyed by underclassmen: I wore sunglasses since my vision was all messed up at the time with myopia and other issues and some underclassman kept calling me security. I really didn't enjoy it. Terminator would have been better.
The bullying: it was mostly verbal since in my time of Middle and High if students physically grabbed each other then things really won't turn out well and such. Mainly it was how my Football team lost or did badly, or the say it was rigged or my team got lucky since a star player on the other team got injured and couldn't play that game. Then we won the super bowl and yet they kept yelling at me that it was rigged and such like they don't want me to be happy for a little bit.
The sad part was how the girl (Lets call her Sally) I thought I was in love with since elementary also took a shot at this with me to make me feel sad. Made me think WTF was that for? Then a week later she and her friend saw me sitting outside afterschool while I was waiting for my mom to pick me up and were standing behind me. I was just daydreaming about inline hockey and I thought I was just hearing stuff for a moment. also Sally and her friend were standing behind me so that caught me off guard and she asked me "Can we use your phone (this was the 2010s) I decided to let them just to be nice because I don't want to start problems with anyone at all. Also I thought this was a way Sally wanted my number. But it was Sally's friend that wanted to dial and call. I awkwardly stand next to Sally and the thing is we don't really talk to each other and we awkwardly know each other only to some extent. We didn't go to middle school together. Sally asks me "So do you have a valentine this month? (its Feb)" I said "Noo, do you?" And she said "yeah, be bestie (her friend using my phone to call)" and then after they were done they just left and I said "Bye....... Sally" but she kept walking. Then a week later she said Happy Valentines day to me, It felt nice she said that but we still remained distant. In my senior year I lost the most important Inline hockey game I ever had and Sally saw how sad I was and also my team. This was the game for the banner and the playoffs and its gone. She said bey to me twice but I ignored her because I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts and such. I regret not responding to her that moment. But also I lost my interest and feelings for her at some point in 10th grade.
The worst person to bully me was Diego, in little leauge 7th grade we had a pool party at the end of the season. I am not a good swimmer and I stay away form the deep end. I was walking around on surface level and Diego shoved me in and I wasn't wearing my diving mask. I managed to save myself before I could actually drown. I wish I did drown a little bit so Diego can notice something and feel guilt. But it dosen't stop there. In H.S. Diego was a grade below me and still kept yelling verbal stuff to me and this kept going for some time of 2.5 years and then in the second half of my Senior year he finally shut up. IDK why either he dosen't want to mess with seniors, or he just somewhat grew up out of it. Or Maybe I told the principal and staff about this situation and they dealt with it. When I was in community college he would see me running form the bus stop since I had to pick up my younger sibling from 5th grade and I had to go past him. He would look at me but with this guilt look on his face and not say anything to me. So he went from my teammate, to a bully, to silent, to gone out of my life. Peace at last!
Yelling verbal insults to make someone bad dosen't help or make things better. I roast on my McDoanld's crew members at times back then but its just work and we're all just playing games with each other and we're all cool with it since its just the way things are. I miss the old crew.
I was uncoordinated, my reactions were random, and I was described as a “cartoon character.”
Me too. But to me that was a compliment
got bullied in grade school cause i was taller and larger than anyone in my class and was more of a nerd. Theni got bullied further cause my mother had cancer.
it stopped when i snapped and beat the ever-living shit out of one kid. picked a target and just went apeshit. then I became a pariah thru HS because i was an honor student but refused to participate in sports despite my size and height. I became a virtual ghost in my own HS. 20+ years and no one even knows or cares if I am alive or not. which is fine by me.
They bullied you for your mom having Cancer??? Jesus bruh thats awful sorry to hear
I was bullied because my moms were gay. It stopped after one summer and I grew like 2 feet and 100pds. Then I was friends with everyone. I was never in a “click” through high school, just friends with all. It used to drive my wife crazy. We’d go out downtown in our twenties, and it was like a high school reunion every weekend.
What did your moms do about it, I bet they were seeing some gross stuff about them
@@66DoodleGal my moms would do the normal shit, let’s talk to them/their parents, they don’t know… it never worked. The schools don’t do anything.
Cos of my weight and then later on cos of my race.
I was the tall fat kid with glasses, buck teeth and dyslexia so I was bullied by both the students and teachers for my entire school life. It did ease up once I was kicked out of school but it has never truly ended and I am now 53. I have discovered that being alone is far better than being around people.
I actually have NO idea, I think for being annoying? Except we were 12, we were ALL annoying. Not sure if there was a more specific reason they never told me, but eh, f 'em.
Basicily, I had people saying I was scruffy, and they said I had fleas.
Never had fleas. My parents took me on holiday every year. The Daftest thing was that I was no different than them. I guess I was a girl who didn't put boys first. I wanted my education first.
I was severely bullied in elementary by African Americans because I was mexican and they've never seen a mexican. This was 2000's Jackson Mississippi. I had an issue when I was a kid I would laugh when I got nervous. One day I laughed, they got mad and forced hand sanitizer in my mouth. It was bad
Usually the lonely/quiet kid gets bullied, but I guess I was so lonely in school that not even the known bullies picked on me 😅 So I guess I'm lucky? lol.. school sucked.
I’d always been the tallest kid in my grade, from 1st to 8th. In elementary school, that’s when I was really picked on. Some people even laid hands on me you know. But now, a lot of people had grown taller than me. So, that’s all okay :)
For not misbehaving. I refused to be a little
$#¡+ and would rather focus on my schoolwork. I was *NOT* a snitch, teacher’s pet, goody two shoes, or anything else like that. I never could put a stop to it. Parents didn’t care nor did school administrators ever address the issue. I tried avoiding them and fighting back but it was always five of them ganging up on me.
I was bullied for believing my an autistic foster kid, by my foster family 😕
If you have kids and your old bully had kids too sent your's bullying their's
I got it from day one of primary school it never really stopped until I left school, I used to get in trouble when I reacted I hated my school life, as adults I got most of them back one way or another I won in the end plus it taught me friends are a waste of time they’ll turn on you too and be the bully
Being deaf during a time when the stereotype was believed gospel, wearing glasses, looking like an easy target.
I got bullied for having hairy arms 😭 I shave them to this day
I'm sorry you had to go through that..
@@Daffodil-xw7nf kids are so mean. Apparently everyone gets picked on 😅
@@Madamchief Literally everyone I know has been bullied, I especially have since I was a little girl, because I had darker skin and short hair. Getting called ugly as a kid isn't easy for anyone.
My name,
Being deaf
People who bully someone with a disability are a whole new level of trash
I was a quiet kid that kept to himself. I was an easy target.
Bullied for being different