The worst thing a bully has done to you

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Never been physically abused (I'd put them in the ground if they did that); only verbally, through outcasting, and through non-verbal communication (people looking at me in a disparaging way).

I can recall one awful occasion where I went to this out of school maths event; we got into pairs, one person was video recorded writing down the answers to the questions, the other recorded their voice, whilst working out the answers in real time, I chose the voice recording. Later on, we broadcasted the recording to the rest of the room (must have been over 30 people in the room), and they played my recording. Some bellend at the opposite end of the room started laughing a few seconds after I started to speak, likely because of my monotone speech, at which point most others in the room joined in, and the teachers their started looking at me funny. This really hurt me emotionally, and is the main reason I avoid these places like the plague from now on. People usually cannot tell I have monotone speech, as they usually just think I have a deep voice, but under anxiety it gets jittery and then everyone can tell.

viewtopic.php?t=307787&p=7264164 Thinking of these people has made me angry lately.

Most of the bullies I knew were general troublemakers.

I experienced being hit, having my books dunked into the toilet and having iceplants thrown at me. All of these things were done by kids who were a general menace to the school and later got in trouble with the police.

The people who really hurt me were school psychologists who limited my potential based on their perceptions of me. It made me angry when people said I was incapable of doing things I knew I was capable of.

I was attacked by two girls I went to school with when I was thirteen. I was walking around my neighborhood when they jumped me; I got a black eye out of it. I told absolutely no one, for some reason I found it embarrassing that I couldn't stand up for myself.

I felt like a lot of my problems around "the bullying" came from my lack of spine.

But I had this fear in the back of my head if I ever retaliated it would be ME being sent to juvenile hall as opposed to them.

*Being driven to the bowling alley during my high school years (I was on the school's bowling team) with this guy who when it was his turn to drive, found it necessary to scare me by driving over 70 mph on curving two lane roads.

*Having my trombone dented by the same guy as above when I was in the high school band.

*Being almost set on the school water fountain during band class by the same guy as above.

Gee!! ! I didn't realize how much of a bully he was. However, I maintained the high average on the high school bowling league and sat first chair trombone.

Looking back now, I really regret the missed opportunities to make friends. There were people who said I was a nice person, but my eccentricities prevented them from really getting to know me. I hated being the "weird person." I spent much of my time reading instead of socializing, which made me seem even more remote to the other kids.

My sister {who takes pride in intimidating others} has always enjoyed seeing me as an easy target for forcing her insecurities upon.

I am in the middle of a bad psychological war going on at my workplace. The department I work for has two main professors who are actively going at it, with the head of the department is siding with the one who is a real bully towards me when it comes to my position. I have been told to "stay out of the war or lose my job", which I have complied up to this point in time.

However, about a month ago, I got a knock on my office door. It was a campus security officer inquiring about a missing log book that had been taken by the bully professor and the owner had charged him with stealing it. The problem with the issue is that the bully professor interrupted my teaching class that day to pull me aside and to tell me that he had taken the book "as it did not belong in the instrument room and was a violation of his rules". (But alas, I am the real manager of the instrument and had officially authorized it to be there. He did not care.) I reported that issue to the head of the department a day later since the department head had left for the day. Fast forward a few days and there was a meeting with administration over the missing log book involving the owner (the professor the bully is at war with) and the head of the department. I was not involved with the meeting. Well, I was notified by the officer that the head of the department had claimed I took the log book, administration wanted this looked into and that I was now a suspect in the case. The head of the department said this to protect his buddy. I have no reason to take the log book when I wanted it to be there in the first place. I spent the next twenty minutes going over everything that I knew about it with the officer and then went on to explain the developing situation within the department. Since then I have played everything like I did not know it had happened. However, next week I have an appointment to go over my job performance and "future" with the head of the department. We are likely going to discuss his actions during this indecent and their effects on my "future" there. Needless to say, I am not happy about this at all, very disappointed with everyone involved on this issue. I really, really hate office politics. It just never seems to change.

i was never physically bullied, it was more a neverending atmosphere of amused contempt. To this day, I can't form any relationships that don't have an element of condescension directed towards me, which is incredibly galling

I was a kid when AIDS was still a big deal and kind of new. A kid convinced my whole class that I had it so you can't be near me or touch anything I have. That was really hurtful. Anything I touched was supposed to be burned (child logic)

I had to ask my mom who is a nurse if maybe I did have it and how would I know. Once she explained it I knew I could not have it but try telling that to other kids.

Completely starved me for 15 days, just water nothing else.

And that was me, bullying myself.

I guess I'm the exception to the rule. When I was little my big brother protected me so other kids knew they would have my big brother to contend with. My brother picked at me but in the process he taught me to defend myself so while I got plenty of verbal abuse they knew I would fight back if physically attacked and even stand up to bullies pushing others around. Bullies are cowards, they aren't looking for a fair fight and when confronted are weak individuals. I actually made my first friend in my life standing up for him. When one older kid was holding his arms behind his back and letting another my age beat him I interfered and broke it up. After the incident we went to my house down the road and became friends until he moved away.

Physically, I was 'gobbed' upon at high school by a girl (I use the term loosely - she was mostly a sack of s**t, pardon my French!) Unfortunately my bullies made up almost the whole year, the whole school even, due to one very obvious trait I developed. A particularly painful memory was when a popular boy (who I actually had liked as he was a skilled musician and didn't seem as cruel as the other kids) was talking about me in front of his friends, mimicking the way I used to walk in and around school - hunched over. They were rolling around laughing with me just sitting at my desk, alone, next to them.
To this day it is hard to contemplate those times, yet I did literally walk hunched over during those years. I lived in utter, sheer terror of everyone and the outside world.