What was you're bullying experiances?

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Why does it even matter? I would of just looked at the picture and gave a compliment wouldn't get into trivial nonsense over whether you were really in Ireland or not.

Calling my son a liar was not trivial in the slightest. You don't do that to a child. Any child. Check it first if you have doubts.

I was never really bullied. I got the messaging from society to "mask" my oddities and learned early how to disappear in plain sight, like a ghost. I always felt bad witnessing others get bullied, but I also understood stepping in only makes enemies on all sides.

edit: grammar.

I was bullied a lot up to about the third grade. Then one day one of the guys doing it found a barrage of large rocks suddenly moving in his direction and it kind of tapered off after that. Not my finest moment, but that's how it went down.

Moving into junior high I was actually more in the "bully" crowd than the "bullied". I picked on people a lot, taunted, teased, and was generally unpleasant for people outside of my immediate social circle. I actually had a propensity to pick on some of the teachers. I would relentlessly needle the ones I disliked, make snide comments constantly and find ways to subvert rules and instructions without actually breaking them. Probably weird for them since I'd be getting excellent grades at the same time.

Don't feel great about that, either. I was kind of a dick.

Oh no I'm not trivializing your son being called a liar I'm talking about the picture it seems ridiculous on the teacher's part to automatically assume your son was lying and then actually speak those thoughts. Even if he was its not like he was lying to get some someone in trouble or something.

I also remember a teacher who, without really knowing anything about me, one day started treating me like I was a well-known pathological liar.

I was lucky - and smart!

I basically lived my life in the school library and only hung around with a select few. I'm close enough to 'normal' to have not been picked on when I went to school - kept a low profile - smart enough to know how to not attract attention (I even knew my stims were weird and hid them from anyone) - and luckily, went to a school in a time when and where people didn't really pick on you.

My apologies. I read that wrong. I have to admit that I have a 'soft spot' for any of my kids (stepchildren or natural) being put upon in anyway. Happened enough to me growing up. I really misread that and I kinda jumped the gun. As for your clarification: Yeah, why that happened and a few other things just mystified me.

zkydz - How do you pronounce that?

With a soft 'a' "T-H-A-T" Buh dump Pshhhhhh....

If you meant the name, that would be 'skids'. As in life coming to a screeching halt or the tell-tale mark left when trying to avoid colliding with something....like life.......

As long as it's not a skid mark, kid, I guess you're alright!

ummmm...no comment....LOL

It came in two main waves. Not that it died out completly at other times

5th grade through 8th grade. Teasing, calling me k*e, fa***t and queer, tripping me, knocking the books out of my hand.

First two years of college
Gaslighting. Twice in two nights gunning their cars at me and swerving away just before hitting me. When I reported it I was told stop bieng paranoid I would be thrown out of school if I reported it again. Destroying any reputation I had left by taking money from me to get me to report my roommate which I did then putting money back to make look both paranoid and an idiot.

Bieng noisy, keeping me up all night when I was sick, punching holes in my door. Don't know if that was bullying or just bieng stoned and drunk or a combination of factors.

Back then in the late 1960's and 70's bullying was considered a normal expected part of the experience of growing up, boys bieng boys.

I think we had it quite a lot better here in Australia. My experience was, we got left alone (thank God).

P.S.



Is that fat or fart?

I can't even think of a swear word you'd need to use asterisks for that starts with an fa and ends with a t.

Perhaps my swearing lexicon is a little deprived but please enlighten me.

Hazing is a bit of the 'growing up experience'. Although too many times it turns into bullying. I was in the scouts. We hazed our newbies. We did things like the 'snipe' hunts where you take new kids who know nothing about the wildlife and tell them that you were going to leave them there with their bag to catch the 'snipe' when we chased it to them. Then we would go off. Before, when it was done to me (various troops), sometimes they just left completely. Sometimes they pretended to leave. I'd been down that road so much (changing locations and therefore troops) that I started to sneak back to camp and let them try to find me. Reverse hazing as you will. But, when I was in charge, I would always stay to make sure nobody freaked out or got too scared. One time though, that backfired. We were out there and one of the kids stood up to see if anything was coming to them. We'd belly crawled back to within about 15 feet of where they were and that kid saw us flat on the ground. Then they started to babble about dead bodies and what could have happened that they could not hear it. We had to remedy that one quickly.

It can have it's rewards, as in, trust your bunk-mate type of thing where you learn he will not actually put you in danger. It can be deadly though as some idiots will put you in danger or just be mean. And, that seems to be becoming the norm.

School was different though. That was just pure alpha jockeying and I knew some really mean girls. In a football town, the jocks rule without question and the cheerleaders were dowagers. They knew it and they ran with it.

Or, how about the unintentional bullying that can happen? Such as I have a cousin who is gay. He grew up in a very right-wing religious family. Had trouble with them growing up and such. I was telling my mom about a year ago that he was gay and that as soon as his mother and father understood that, things would be better for him. The reply was, "They had him tested for that. He's not gay."
So...........

Fa-g-g-ot. I've been called that plenty of times.

I was lucky enough to go to a wonderful small private high school where I was never bullied, but late elementary school and junior high were awful. I was once walking home and was chased by multiple people who were kicking me and swinging tree branches at me. Numerous gay slurs were thrown in my direction every day; I didn't even know my sexual orientation at the time, so I don't know why they assumed I was gay. The school's "zero-tolerance policy" regarding bullying was a joke; they never did anything, no matter how much I pleaded with the administration to help me.

In seventh grade, there was a teacher who would make fun of me in front of the entire class. She would call me names and ridicule me when I didn't understand her sarcasm. And nothing I did was good enough for her; she would constantly belittle my work and tell me to do it over again, despite the fact that it was an English class, and I'm pretty friggin' good at English. There was one time she told me to do something over because there was ERASER DUST on the paper from a previous forced do-over. She made me cry three times and didn't care at all. She would just tell me to "grow up." And everyone else loved this teacher, which made me feel even more alone.