"I'm gonna go buy a gun and give it to you..."

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By the way - not that it matters in this situation but I just thought you might want to know - you are a really good writer. I liked the way you wrote that. Very clear and easy to follow.

I dont think skirting around the problem will fix it. I think you know what that person said is wrong - so if its wrong how do you get them to acknowledge this? Confronting the person wont help, but letting the school know and letting them deal with it will.

If you put yourself into these "victim" compromises it wont help you with making the right decisions elsewhere in your life. Not to mention that if you suddenly take a sick note in for the lesson this person will know that you did it because you were scared. Who wins then?

If you put yourself into these "victim"

Seem that's a huge problem. Show me one person who chose to be a victim of bullying who is.

I agree with Hale_Bop and Renadene....BUT..... I have lived long enough to have seen some of the people who bullied me either 1) meet horrible ends 2) be condmned to living desperate lives 3) become wife beaters and husband switchers. Can't have been a very happy life.

With all the crap I went through in Junior High and Highschool, there were a couple of people who were very nice to me (two of them girls and one guy), and both girls are college professors, and the guy is now a famous actor. So there is some justice in the world.

For the rest, sharpen a screwdriver!

btdt

Some.....what about the others?

Simple answer: go to the school principal and say that people and teachers have been bullying me in PE for the last 4 years and I want out and will do any thing to get out of it and I don't care if I fail it for this year (or write a note if you find that easier or ask your mum or dad to go to the school for you and ask). If your school has knowledge of you having asperger's syndrome then they will make an acceptation. You most likely will get out of jail free.

Or when you mentioned you defended yourself, they'll give you a record of bullying.

Sorry for my pessism but I generally fin it's accurate.

P.E. was pure and utter torture, plain and simple. I don't even want to go into what a mess it was for me. (Only been a few years really)

This whole PE thing totally sucks. I was OK, about in the middle, sportswise, but the gangup mentality of bullies was overwhelming. The 'best' of the sporty/jock types in PE were not good enough to make a team in the official school leagues, but they were capable of creating havoc for the ones with nothing to prove.

When I was in 9th grade I was targetted as an easy mark because I generally spoke softly, went along with others, didn't look up very often, and had backed down already from a couple of fights. But there was this guy, a little bigger than me, who always wanted to prove how tough he was. He was enough bigger than me to scare me into avoiding him for about a year. I stayed away from him. At least I tried to, until he kicked my boots while I was dressing, twice.

I totally lost all control, including fear and became some kind of viscious angry animal who I had no idea was within me. I jumped right in the middle of that big SOB and even two of his buddies got into it and tried, but failed to hit me. I put him in the hospitol with a, broken nose, ruptured larynx, broken zygomatic bone (sp? I think that's right - bone around the eye socket). It was almost 2 weeks before he came back to school and his head and jaw were still swollen and he wore an eye patch (it healed eventually). Nothing had happened to me, except a scratch on my back from one of his buddies swinging a chair at me and mostly missing. I had almost a year's worth of fear and hatred bottled up inside me that morning and it all came out at once. My hands were sore, but I was not hurt at all. I had also evaded being caught by the coaches. Only a few people knew what had happened to the guy, but the story grew and spread quickly among the bad guys. I was not bullied any more, even though I was still a little scared.

I have backed down from many fights since then, but never again because I was afraid for myself. I've always had great eye/hand coordination, situational awareness and once I lost my paralyzing fear and discovered that I was much faster than the average bully, anyway, I was no longer an easy target for the jerks with something to prove.

Obviously it's better to avoid all conflicts, but I just thought that some of you would like to hear that bullies don't always win and even if you are almost totally paralyzed with fear, when it becomes unavoidable, you may be pretty damn good at protecting yourself.

I salute you. I was recently informed that part of my medical file documents that I had unexplaned injuries. I've also got a big chunk of my memory missing from blocking out what happened at my school. The most anti-bullying people at my high school were the gym teachers. If you were told by one of them not to do something and you did it anyway... lets just say it wasn't pretty. Someone once told me that the only way to get rid of a bully is an even bigger bully. If you're lucky enough to have a teacher who looks menacing but actually gives half a rat's a$$, then that helps. There was a total of one teacher in grade school (Which lasted 9 years with kindergarten) who actually cared and made other people care. She was the Grade 7/8 teacher (we also had the most f----d up schedule). She went ballistic when she saw someone being bullied. There was only one good principal at the school too, and she was the only one to get alot of kids facing forward. After that, you just got swept under the rug like the rest of the poor hopeless cases. The problem with the recess thing is they rotate teachers who are on duty: you get a warning Monday, the next time they're out is Friday, you're SOL Tuesday to Thursday. Gym class is structured to be competitive, which I hated, because the only competition I have a chance in is the words per minute typing contest, and that, unfortunatly, wasn't a sport. One gym teacher opened a weight training class so there was an option for those who just needed that credit and didn't want to get screwed in the competition ratrace. The main problem is apathy. Nobody cares if you aren't gifted. Nobody wants to care if you meet the eligibility requirements for Disability Support. The problem with a school board is there's too much paper & tape and not enough brains to go around.

That's a horrible thing to say, I hope that idiot rots in hell! MWAHAHAHAHA!! !

If someone says that to you again, you should reply by saying something like "No thanks, I don't want it. Maybe you could do it, and make good use of the gun!"

This is horrible. Large vacant abysses in your past represent things that have been stolen from you. Memories that are part of who you are, which you can not draw strength from or satisfaction from or even warnings from, because they are too hideous or frustrating to remember. I feel a deep sorrow for the injuries you've endured in your past. No one should ever be so abused.

In contrast, I can even remember the sounds of that long past incident when I turned the tables, as if it just happened yesterday, hollow, splattering resonance as my hands came in contact with him, the soft leathery collapse of his throat as his name calling finally gurgled to a stop, wet crackling movement inside his nose as it gave in to my anger. Even the swishing of air rushing by from across the dressing room as his friend swang a chair at me, trying in vane to take me out with one cheating, blindside blow. I hold those remembered sounds, smells, images, and their echoes close, even though they fill me with dread.

..... But, no 'salute', please.