Have Teachers Been Your WorsT Bullies?

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My second grade teacher and one high school vice principal were very nasty bullies. The rest were ok, some dedicated to teaching as well as they could and the rest just trying to make it to retirement.

I think some people become teachers, solely because they want to be dictators.

I cannot remember one teacher that was a bully to me. I was in the gifted and advanced programs most of my school years, which could have had something to do with it.

On the other hand, I had one teacher in high school that everyone warned me about. They said he was tough and would push you until you broke. Oh how the other kids hated him. He was one of my biggest supporters when I did something extremely stupid and got into big time trouble (big time as in it is a wonder it was handled in-house and I was not sent to juvie).

Generally no -- while I got bullied like madness by other kids, the teachers soon figured out that I was quite "ahead" of my peers, especially on math and science stuff. If they didn't directly like me for that, at least they found it interesting. In gym, I was the "slow poke" of my class, but at least that "only" meant that I was last to be selected for teams.

For obvious reasons, in the breaks between classes when everybody (at least in the lower grades) was out on the playground, I made sure to always be within line-of-sight of the teacher doing playground duty. This was often one particular teacher, with whom I've had many a great smalltalk about scientific stuff, mostly astronomy. Imagine this eight-year-old aspie giving an adult teacher a ten-minute lecture on black holes and what happens when stars die!

Going through this thread reminds me on how school for an aspie can be like either like getting the Library of Alexandria for sixth birthday present, or a bullying hell-on-earth-like experience. It quite frankly p*sses me off to read about teachers directly encouraging violence and bullying, because that helps no-one, neither aspie nor NT kids, and probably not the teacher themselves either...!

Most of my teachers were good. I found that the teachers who treated me the best were also the ones who expected the most from me. I didn't like my gym teacher because I was not athletically inclined and she was a jock.

Yes.

One teacher didn't like me from the start because I was from a state he did not approve of. He knew I wasn't good at algebra so he'd send me up to the board and make an example out of me so all the kids would laugh.

He was the only mean teacher. The other teachers would often point at me and say to the class "Why can't you be more like her."
I was quiet. Didn't disrupt class and little did they know, I was off in my own world listening to music in my head not really paying attention. Sometimes half of the class time spent revolved around teachers yelling at disruptive kids.

Pretty much all of my teachers have been very good to me, and I love em. But I did have a substitute teacher who treated me like crap. I had a really tough time getting the right answer to the 1st question to an assignment we were working on the whole class. I looked a while for the answer before finally asking the teacher. "What? Everybody else has the answer to that 1st question, and you should have it by now as well, so I have no sympathy and no help for you." I said "Ah, yes. Thank you so much!" in an overly cheery way just because I became so pissed at her.

School teachers don't matter. School doesn't matter.
I went to a high-school reunion one year and what I saw was a bunch of sad, small-town losers. I found it quite amusing, in a depressing sort of way.
I never understood why I was asked to go to that reunion. I never graduated.

I had a couple of arse holes in primary school, but I had a few really good ones too

I had one English teacher in junior high who instilled a great love of literature and particularly Shakespeare in all his students.

I also had a science teacher, who when I graduated from junior high, signed my book with the following:
" Einstein didn't talk till he was 5 years old. How good are you going to be?"
I didn't really know what he meant at the time, but now I wonder if he knew, considering what we know about Albert.... that was 1983 , by the way. :0)

Mostly I had really good teachers. However, there was one in particular that I loathe to this day, as well as some that weren't very good but at least weren't mean. I was always a good student, but I think liking my teachers had a lot more to do with the teachers than it did with me.

HAD? I HAVE sadistic teachers right now. i have one who is determined to "cure" me and tells me my "disability" is not a real disability at all but is all in my head and I need to "get over it". Nice. He doesn't even have a degree in psychology! He has a degree in English!

I had this 5th grade teacher that made me and two other "weird" kids sit at a table in the back of the room. She would call us names with the rest of the class. Whenever I got an A on something, she would drag me to the principle's office and accuse me of cheating. My parents moved me from that school halfway through the school year, and she was fired 2 years later, but that semester was hell on earth. She called me worse names than the kids did, and she would encourage them to bully me or to exclude me from things at recess and in the lunchroom. Once, a boy squirted ketchup all over me in the lunchroom and when i started crying, she screamed at me, took my lunch away, and sent me to the office to have my mother called. She told my mother I was misbehaving and I squirted the ketchup on myself. At first my mom believed her but some girls from fourth grade told their moms about it and they spoke to my mom. After that, my mom realized I'd told the truth about the other things as well and moved me to another school. On my last day there, she went in and told the teacher off right in front of everyone.

Mostly OK, but with the obligatory sadistic Physical Ed teacher, one Home Ec teacher who inexplicably hated me (I was in her class for only half a year, and received 3 sets of punishments, and set out of the class twice, the only times that happened in my entire time at school) and a music teacher who similarly hated me for no reason I could tell. Unfortunately, as someone who was hugely musical (I went on to study it at university) and because she was the head of the department at school, that was pretty damaging. I got fairly adept at going around her to get involved in extra-curricular activities, because she was a real roadblock. Thankfully, once you were in, the conductors of those groups had the final say on who was involved.

Why don't parents protect their kids better from these sadists? I really needed to be saved from one teacher who was so mean that I felt sick to my stomach during summer vacation because I knew I'd have to return to her in the fall. It was a middle school where you got stuck with the same teachers in 7th and 8th grade.

When my son was in fifth grade with a wonderful teacher, I noticed a different fifth grade teacher who was horrible. Friends of my son and other teachers had some unkind things to say about her, how she seemed to hate the kids. I told the principal that it's not a little thing to have a kid spend a year with someone like that. He didn't say much, just looked at me like I was stupid. The teacher stayed and continued to be a disgusting puke,

In 7th grade I had an English teacher who had some issues. She wasn’t personally mean, but she was unreasonably strict about her assignments. She would give people zero credit on an assignment if they put their name in the wrong spot. I’m completely serious! I couldn’t handle the stress of her grading like a drill sergeant on top of everything else. My parents complained to the school and I think a lot of other peoples parents complained about her as well. About part way through her class she changed her ways and became one of the nicer teachers I’ve had.

I also had one super anal a**hole PE teacher in 5th grade. He used to humiliate people and make them run laps alone for not understanding his instructions. Twice he accused me of “not listening” and made me run laps by myself because I couldn’t understand his instructions for one of his stupid games. He also made another kid in my class cry when he forgot his lock combination. He was also nicer to the athletic kids and let them get away with more things. He was also extremely anal about rules and safety issues. He wouldn’t let kids have fun during free time. He got on people for playing games he didn’t approve of. Playing tag or play wrestling were off limits for some reason.

Mostly I got along with my teachers, and was able to communicate with them better than my peers. My peers, however... Horrible. Just horrible. However, there are two teachers who did bully me, and for the life of me, I cannot let go of two specific incidents with them.

In sixth grade art class, we were making some kind of craft and my teacher explained how to do it. Well, big surprise, I did it completely wrong. He then stood over me and berated me in front of everyone, saying how I never followed directions, was dumb, etc. That stuck with me bad.

Then in eighth grade... Oh god... The math teacher from HELL. This guy had no business being anywhere near children. Plus, I kid you not, he looked and acted just like Tony Soprano. I had trouble with daydreaming (since well, ever!) and the fact that every time he taught us something he had to utilize some stupid story or metaphor that made no sense did not help. So one day I was daydreaming, didn't even know I was doing it since It's actually involuntary- I still do it, all of a sudden this math textbook comes crashing down in front of me on the desk. I HATE loud noises, and I swear to god I nearly peed my pants. Then I get berated, and he tells the whole class, if I was playing football I would get hit in the head with the ball because I'm so oblivious and stupid. Every time I feel like someone is treating me like an idiot I remember and relive that entire scene.

Ugh.

For the most part, my teachers were all real helpful. Especially after I was placed in special education.