Where you ever bullied in school. What was your worst experience?

Where you ever bullied in school. What was your worst experience. I was bullied from kindergarten until I graduated from high school Asked by wm12ws 54 months ago Similar questions: bullied school worst experience Education & Reference.

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Mincemeat ah, well this is a touchy subject. I had a bad experience when I was in 9th grade. There was a 12th grade girl that decided that I was going to be the one she was going to bully relentlessly that year.

I didn't even know her, only knew her younger sister, who was in my grade. The 12th grader, Dawn, for no reason, started to pick on me. In the halls, she would call me names.

Then, she started knocking my books out of my hands whenever she passed me, cursing at me and threatening to kill me. I was terrified! I put up with this for several months, trying to avoid her at all costs.

Next, she started writing things about me on the bathroom walls. I approached her younger sister and told her that her sister Dawn was after me. And surprisingly, she told me to give it right back to her.

That she was all bark and no bite. The next day, in front of the main office, she came after me again, knocking my books out of my hands and cursing at me while walking away. This time I went after her!

I had enough and had the support of my friends. I chased after her, screaming at her that I was ready, if she wanted a piece of me. Heh.

Well, the barker almost bit me. She came right back at me, up to my face and said she would be happy to kick my butt. The ladies in the main office came out, broke us up but not before Dawn told me to meet her after school, outside of the gym.

The ladies from the main office told me I was crazy, I should just ignore her. They told me that Dawn would make "mincemeat" out of me if I met her after school. And so after school, I went alone to meet her, outside of the gym.

I waited and waited. And she never showed up. After that, she never acknowledged my existence ever again.

Her sister was right. All bark, no bite.

A couple of times I moved a lot when I was a kid, so I was frequently the "new kid". Because I moved a lot, though, I was pretty good a making friends and getting situated. But every now and then, there'd be a kid who just had to start something.

When I moved the summer after 4th grade, there were a couple of jerks in my class that were always too chicken to actually do anything, so they'd just get by on threats and trying to intimidate me. When we got to Junior there was a new kid who transferred to the school who was a real thug. He had done some sort of martial arts, and unfortunately, must have had a horrible teacher, since he used it to pick on kids.

I saw him break a kid's nose with a round house kick once. Anyway, the two jerks immediately started sucking up to him, and convinced him to go after me. Now, I have to add that I was always tall for my age, and played sports since I was 5.

But I was also very unassuming...I never picked on people even though I was bigger and stronger than most of them. Well, I was big enough that this guy didn't come right out and start something, but he was always in my face trying to get me to do something. I vividly remember one time, waiting for the bus (which was late, of course), with my back to a pillar as he stood in front of me seeing how closely he could kick at my face.It was a really crappy situation, because those two jerks were just standing there, waiting to jump in.

I had to endure this for about another month before that kid got kicked out of the school for repeated fights, and the two jerks disappeared back into the background. A crappy time, all around. I have since gone on to study various martial arts, but even knowing what I know now, I still wouldn't have fought him unless he hit me first.

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Sadly yes My parents were highly mobile when I was younger, and we would spend only a year or two anywhere. So, it was hard to make friends and fit in, but it also saved me at least once. When I was a freshman in high school, someone I knew wore a dress to school as a joke (specifically to see if he could get himself suspended).

Later that day in gym class a bunch of the senior football players surrounded me and started talking trash. I made some snide comment and the biggest one picked me up and pinned me against the wall. But, just as he was about to get violent, the gym teacher came around the corner, to see what the commotion was.

He quickly dropped me so that he wouldn't look guilty. But, as soon as he did, I kneed him in the groin as hard as I could and then just started throwing wild punches as he fell down. So, of course, I was the one who got suspended and he didn't get in trouble at all.

Pretty much after that, I was targeted constantly by the football team, and got beat up at least 3 times. Fortunately, I moved again only a few months later.

Year seven and eight. I was 12 years old and 13 when it finished. I was singled out by a group of children who insisted on calling me homophobic names and threatening to send a local gang of bullies around to 'teach me a lesson'.

Rather curious behaviour, as 20 years ago, 12 year olds didn't know much about homosexuality, and why they picked on me is still a mystery. It continued into my first year in high school and stopped when we moved to another state part way through the year. The experience certainly had an effect on my self esteem and confidence in peer groups.

I certainly have put that behind me now. I am married with children and I am very content with who I am and where I am in my life now. I no longer care if people don't like me and do not strive to make them like me.

I just accept it and move on in my relationships with those I value. I also teach my children to be strong and stand up for themselves, but heaven help them if they are caught out bullying anyone including their siblings.

Oh yeah, BIGTIME! I grew up in a solidly middle class neighborhood; mine was the ramshackle "shack" in the middle of it all with the weed-choked lawn, the junked cars on cinderblocks, discarded washing machines, etc. My parents drank, couldn’t hold jobs, and weren’t terribly vigilant in teaching their kids the joys of personal hygene and grooming. Add to the mix a bunch of messily crippled clawlike fingers, and you can be assured that I was a prime target.

All the kids carried around imaginary spray bottles because everything I touched needed to be "sanitized. " I could go on and on, but I won’t.It was a horrible experience and all that but "that which does not kill me, yada yada...." I’d never want to be a child again, but I’m not sure I would change my past if I could. I believe that it has made me a more empathetic, compassionate person.

And I know that I’m a survivor. That’s a good feeling to have. This might sound strange, but although I was too young to articulate it at the time, I feel like I’ve gained insight into how society shapes individuals, the value of conformity, safety in groups, and deviation from the norm.

That sounds incredibly stuffy, but its true. Objectively, I can feel bad for the little me that was, but I really wasn’t a very pleasant child. I didn’t know how to behave, how to interact;I was odd and dirty and unkempt.

That my parents bore a large responsibility for this is not the point. I was sort of like the Borg on Star Trek. I couldn’t be assimilated properly into the "collective" so the "collective" decided to exclude me.

I soon realized that it was up to me to modify myself in order to fit into "normal" society. Understanding this helped me let go of a lot of bitterness and anger. For other people in similar situations, I would offer this advice: Cultivate a sense of humor.

It's one of the best coping devices there is. This time seems like forever but its not. It will pass.

In the meantime, be observant. Watch how people behave. Watch what kind of behavior is tolerated and how offenders are dealt with.

You need to fit in to some social structure to some degree in order to enjoy the relationships and friendships that make us human. But after years of trying to be a Stepford person, it suddenly dawned on me that its okay to be slightly odd, and sometimes the very differences I was fighting so hard to suppress were what some people were attracted to. I hope you are not asking this question because of personal experience, but if you are, hang tough!

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