What was you're bullying experiances?

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I have been bullied at many different times in my life and for different reasons.

Because I didn't grow up/mature at the same time as my friends.

Because when I was a child/teenager I looked like no body owned me (the fact is, that was the case)

because I didn't fit into the "mainstream"

because I looked different

because I say things different.

I have also been treated like a second rate citizen and as if I have no rights.

etc etc....

Mostly I have taken it well and (rightly or wrongly) used it as an opportunity to improve on myself.

A lot of the bullying I have encountered has been people who have wanted (and in many cases succeeded) to ostracize me.

It's all pretty s**t really when you weigh it up.

I was also branded as a slut from about the age of 12.

That was probably one of the hardest things to deal with.

I actually tell myself that it wasn't that bad but at the time it definitely was.

I was also bullied and abused at home as well which led me to end up in care.

I ran away from there because I was scared of practically everyone and then the social services had me locked up because they were convinced that I was taking drugs and prostituting myself. I wasn't.

Yes, when I look at it like that I think the bullying was quite bad really.

Sorry for going on guys but once I started I just couldn't stop.

I should of worded my reply better.

Natural for any parent to be defensive of their child well as long as you don't go to extremes like this

Geeez...all that was missing was him turning green and muttering, "puny humans..."

No, but I did get a bit aggressive I fear. It's one of the things I am having to re-evaluate about my life's experiences. The new prism that I must look through and certain realizations is making me re-evaluate almost everything. And, I mean that quite literally. And, learning that one of the hallmarks of Asperger's is that we come across more strongly than we think. The old, "Have you ever been told you were impolite or rude when you thought you were being polite?" or remembering times when I was angry, feeling put upon, and probably actually having meltdowns due to being overstimulated. Add to that the realizations that those episodes were probably more pronounced to other people in observation than myself.

Oh god, my sides! Make it stop!

I didn't get bullied until I had to go to two new schools after moving when I was young. First school wasn't so bad. I'd get harrassed, called names and tripped. I was the only one who got in trouble for being bullied and spent a lot of my time with my desk away from others as punishment. I remember I spent a lot of time on my science fair project and someone destroyed it. I had two kids that would talk to me for about five minutes at recess but only to ask me to bring them candy bars the next day. Which I did. They took them then wanted nothing to do with me. I spent my recess alone. That year wasn't too bad.

Next school I moved down south. I was made fun for not having a southern twang and also for being tan skinned. The usual: physical bullying, stealing stuff from me, destroying my stuff, throwing dirt/stuff into my hair. I was pants one day in front of about 300 students and my underware went with it. I got in trouble for cussing them out. I've had my hair set on fire twice. Rumors. I've had people say they've slept with me when I was still a virgin. I lived in a smaller town about ten miles from school with no kids my age cept for one to play with and she molested me. Everyday was hell from about ten years old till about eighteen.

Try being from the south and still called 'yankee' because I never had that twang myself. I was always told I spoke strangely. Advanced for a young kid and very precise in wording. "Perfesser" was a nickname because I had a vocabulary and could remember things. I get that about the Southerners.......

I got bullied pretty much in my school years.

One time, in 7th grade, I got tired of it, and tore this kid's wrist ligaments when he tried to shake my hand after following me around while calling me "ret*d."

I felt good after that. My mother didn't, though: she had to pay the medical bills.