do you find teachers to be the bullies

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my teachers are very empathetic towards me and my needs, but i hear most of the people on this website are bullied by teachers and other figures of authority. if so can you please share.

Some so-called 'regulative' and 'preventive' measures teachers frequently apply are much like bullying, yes. It usually helps if you try to be rude in abrasive, harsh way rather than just clumsy (if you have to be rude at all). Finally, you could pay attention to the message conveyed in the criticism (not easy to us when we are criticised). Is it a reasonable piece of criticism/advice, or does the person have a problem of their own where you're just an easy scapegoat?

I'm not sure that teachers are any more or less likely to be bullies than an average person. A lot of mine were ruthless, nasty bullies but I went to a traditional UK "public" (which actually means private) school and I was not diagnosed as a child so they didn't give a crap about the difficulties I was having; it all just got blamed on laziness, stupidity or things like that. School were some of the worst years of my life... but I didn't have a completely typical school experience as mentioned above so maybe my teachers were a little more extreme on the bullying than most. Thankfully most of them were very old so with any luck the horrible old gits have died by now.

Gym teachers are the most likely ones to be considered "bullies" of a sort. Being an arrogant prick or b***h almost seems like an unwritten prerequisite for the job.

Only when I proved them wrong in class. Then they started in with the bullying.

Ours was a nice young lady.

Then I take it she didn't do that STUPID "picking teams" thing that gym teachers always used to do? I doubt that cruel practice is used much anymore by the way. lol

In my experience, I wouldn't say the teachers were bullies. I'd say they were stupid and naive and other times mean.

Greenbrier Elementary afterschool staff - They were a bunch of old ladies who supervised the kids at play. They watched me get beat up from the moment we were outside to when the kids were picked up. They didn't tell anyone. Not the teachers, the principle, nor my dad who always came to pick me up. I couldn't even tell him myself because my mind was blank with fear.

My middle school home economics teacher - She had a horrible habit of lip smacking. She didn't know she was doing it. She didn't know what it was. It ticked me off during lectures because she did it every time she started a new sentence. One time, she licked her lips before doing it. That was awful! She was so oblivious that she couldn't see it no matter how hard I pointed it out.

One day I was being picked on as usual and she said to let it go and that it's all behind me now. Those picked on me not 30 seconds ago before I reached her classroom and they were gonna do it again in the future.

My 7th grade math teacher - It was flu season. All the kids were coughing cand clearing their throats. It was driving me crazy. When you've been though this as much as I have, you start to pick things up. I could easily tell over half of the kids were faking it. He didn't take my word for it. He kicked me out of the class because I was disrupting the class because of my reactions to the sounds.

My High School free period teacher - She told me to get used to people picking on me because people will be doing this my whole life. So she's saying that I should sit back and take it; act like a doormat for the rest of my life? She also mentioned if the way I do things happened in the work place because a co-worker was picking on me, I could get fired. I'm more likely to sue than get fired. Discrimination in the workplace and workplace bullying is not tolerable. She didn't think that through.

My 11th grade Literary Teacher - She once gave me a writing assignment on a subject matter in which I could not come up with any ideas. I wanted a new writing assignment but she said to deal with the one I was given and something about leaving my comfortable zone. Leaving my comfortable zone my a**! This has nothing to do with leaving my comfortable zone. She gives me a subject to write about and I spend days coming up with an idea and I have none. I can't relate to the subject since it does not have anything to do with me, I can't make anything up about it because I don't work that way, and I'm not so very knowledgeable about the subject since it doesn't interest me at all. It's easier to give me a new writing assignment that I can work with.

Teachers tend to think they know everything, thats why they teach and thats why they tend to get lost down the wrong path and won't listen and learn.

I had more issues with the Sp. Ed teacher(grades 1-7), the guy in charge knew nothing about the kids disablities and what they intailed and once phyicaly abused me during a test, he was there to run the sports teams. He was mortifyed to hear I got my drivers lisence from what i'm told, he thought I would end up in jail. maybe I will see him on the road someday!

I can't say I have ever had a teacher who bullied me. Unless you count chastising me in front of the class for falling asleep at my desk or not paying attention. I didn't feel singled out, not in that way.

The worst issues I had with instructors in school was the type who would take a hardline stance on minor rule infractions. Like the social studies teacher in grade 10 who did not allow admission into the classroom if you arrived even a minute late. She would lock the door and leave you out in the hall. Or the english teacher, also in grade 10, who tried to disallow me from taking the final exam because I slept through it (alarm clock mishap). She didn't even want to let me take the exam at the end of the following semester. I had to go to the principal to have that particular decision overruled.

Now it's fair to say I was a poor student. I didn't pay attention, I was always getting into fights with my classmates, my marks were terrible, I rarely did homework etc/. What they didn't know is that I had a horrific home environment and was dealing with untreated AS and a pair of developing mood disorders on top of it. Fortunately I was able to complete grade 12 through a correspondence program through the mail. My grades improved drastically and I was able to get admission to university the following year.

In elementary school I had a PE teacher who was very strict and I noticed she treated me the hardest of all. I was quite anxious back then and such stuff as climbing the wall in the hall was simply not within my possibilities, she often shouted at me for just not being able or afraid or for doing something wrong. I felt like I was the black sheep within the class and didn't really look forward to PE. Here in Germany we often also have swimming as a class, it was part of PE but it was exclusively on certain days and during certain seasons, I hated it because I was bad at it. Nowadays I'm actually a good swimmer and enjoy it.

And yes, I know the picking teams for a game concept. I was always picked as the last one or as one of the last who were still available, often if the teams were even and I remained nobody even wanted me, that can hurt one's feelings and the teacher was quite neutral and still let the pupils choose - I still am one of the last who is being picked, although I greatly improved in sports and am actually in the upper average to mid good level (not very good, but quite acceptable and I have a good feeling for teamplay unlike others), but nobody cares...

The teacher did not bully me but I felt like she treated me differently, more harsh as if I was just a failure and that hurts of course.
My guess is she just thought that I could be much better and tried to push me that way but it kinda backfired.

I had a geography teacher on the gymnasium I'm on in 6th grade I think. In the second lesson I ever had with her she came late and so I decided to take a sip of my bottle because I was thirsty, just in that moment she entered the classroom and immediately sat down and wrote me into the classbook that I drank during class and mentioned this to me while doing so, claimed that she sat there for longer and didn't just arrive. I was confused, I was angry, but I didn't let my anger go, I tried to rationally explain that I took a sip of my bottle because she was late because I was thirsty and no matter how hard I tried to, I was wrong from her point of view, so I gave up. In some other lessons with her I was also accused of talking, the bullying started to become heavier at that time in my class and class"mates" (I cannot really call them that, hence the ""), who sat next to me, talked to me knowing that the teacher seemed to dislike me. Bullies in my class of course exploited that and provoked me especially in geography lessons. She was also the only geography teacher who gave me average marks, every other one I had with gave me good to very good marks.
When such actions took place, I was the one who talked in the end (although I didn't even say a single word in response to their talking and actions) and the one to be blamed, that's how I perceived it.
I even started questioning if my view of reality would be somehow twisted and if I would have really talked or something among those lines if I maybe had some lack of memory in which I talked.
Someday that teacher realized that I was indeed not the troublemaker and let go off me, that didn't stop the bullying though.

I have had teachers who were cruel bullies, and I have had teachers who were amazing. I recall my third grade teacher especially because I spent a lot of time with her family.

Yes, as a contrast, I have had a very amazing teacher as well.
My English (and Latin) teacher, very strict but he really taught English very well, his learning methods seemed to work well with me as I was able to be motivated to do better and better, his standards were very high though. His strictness caused silence in the classroom as soon as he entered, that was like heaven! I was looking forward to English class. When I became seriously ill for the second time and a chronical illness was finally diagnosed (most likely triggered due to too much stress caused by the at that time endless seeming bullying) and I was in hospital in bed, my parents came for a visit and had a letter for me and it was signed by my then English/Latin teacher. That was such a nice gesture, he was the only teacher who seemed to care that I was having serious health issues (and partially still have). When I meet him on the hallways he still asks me "Are you fine? How is it going, what are your English grades?" and such. An amazing person!
It was like one person who feels mercy and empathy and who actually cares what is/was going on with me in this school.

So in the end, one can have teachers that can be mean, but eventually one is lucky and meets a nice one.

I remember my 1980 kindergarten teacher nasty woman. She didn't like my left handed writing. She felt the need to correct me repeatedly on how I was using the wrong hand to write. Never trusted or liked teachers after that.
Teachers bully the parents too. It's just the way they are. This parent wouldn't take it,and put them in their place using what they did wrong. Confronted the bully and the bully backed down. Beat them up with the truth. Words not fists

got to say I have had some great teachers too,

like my grade 2 teacher who we were worned about by family, She was the friendlist, most accomadating, unfased(dispite a 2 week labour strike), class relaxing teacher I ever had. and I learned a ton and had fun! she was retirement age when I had her, the last class for that old school teacher. This was pre AS diagnosis and we clicked from day one, I might not have been diagnosed if I had her forever. I actually made my only friends at that school in her class. Goes to show you the power of a good teacher and a heart of gold, Wish I could have a coke with her now and see how she's doing.


Also had an old school (high disipline but very reasonable) woodshop teacher in HS who I loved and he took a likeing to me, he held up a car (everybody made one) I had made in woodworking and proclaimed it to be the best of any class yet! He made me feel good of my accomplishments when I deserved. He would promote me to the other teachers too. He always said the world was made of 2 kinds of people "Smart fellers and fart smellers, pick the one you want to be" he was sure right. we would talk often till the end of school, if I went or the reunion it would be to see him again and that only.

Loved the Old School teachers, is that weird?

Another bullying method that gym teachers are notorious for doing is if some of the kids in the class are making fun of another student. The teacher will often "join in" and make fun of the student too. Even though the teacher is obviously supposed to do the opposite.