What's your weirdest experience with bullying?

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When I was in middle school there was this girl who liked to say hi to me. I didn't see the point in saying hi to her because I didn't know her and she was annoying. She made a habit of saying hi to me repetitively with her best friend every day.

She knew that I wouldn't reply to her and I guess it entertained her and her friends. I also didn't say hi to her because I knew that she would probably make a big deal out of it. She eventually ended up bringing a whole entourage to watch. Telling the teachers did not help one bit. They just thought they were being friendly.

She was definitely a super NT. She probably wanted to "befriend" me so she could entertain herself and find some more gossip material. She probably gossiped about me anyways.

I've matured since then. I probably would have said hi to her. I just wouldn't let her be my friend.

Weirdest experience? Aside from being called names and so on, the strangest occurrence was when I was 15 and went to some college for a Spanish language test/festival for kids good with Spanish. I'm not good with languages at all but I was good at memorizing. Anyway, this one kid from my school, probably 17, pulled me aside and pulled a knife on me and said some strange things about killing me - which I thought was odd because he certainly couldn't get away with killing me in such a public place. I stared at the knife and just nodded to what he said which I don't remember, and then he walked away.

The weirdest ones are when I'm using sign language and people who are watching think I'm deaf so they make comments about me under their breath which I can hear quite well.
I also get people who mimic my signing in an exaggerated fashion and actually think it's funny.
Then there was this one guy who would purposefully come and stand between me and the person I was signing to. The only thing weird about the last one is that he's still alive, because I wanted to KILL HIM.

I had kids tell me I never took showers when I always came to school clean. At the time, I had taken a bath every night before bedtime on a school night. So, there was no reason for them to bully me about not showering. I have even had a teacher accuse me of coming to school in dirty clothes to which my mom chewed her out for. She told her that I always come to school clean.

Although I can't recall a specific situation like hers, I can relate to DK. Being the 'quiet kid' at school, I think there were people in the past who tried to get me to say hi to them. Also, I've gotten the 'Hey! I made her talk!' reaction in other situations, which is stupid and patronizing.

The weirdest experience I've had online is from an aspie adult in another forum. He's just been plain weird about it. Outside of that have had no problems online. In school I've always been in schools with kids with autism and any bullying I got was more like regular teasing or pestering that kids do. I got punched a couple of times. One bigger kid who was more severely autistic attacked me once with a pencil. When I was real little some kid hit clubbed me in the back of my head with a rock. That's about it.

Hmmmm, so many to choose from... Well, I rarely had full on meltdowns in school, but one time after I had one I was walking down the hall, still crying ( *I guess I was still having it, it was just calming down and almost over). It was empty besides this group of students hanging out in front of one classroom, and this guy who had made fun of me for years yelled something at me. I somehow gained enough control over myself to give him the middle finger as I continued down the hall. I heard the entire group of people go "OOOOOOOHHHHH". This was 9th grade by the way.

Don't know if this counts as bullying. More like lies spread about me because I did things people didn't like.

In high school I used to hang out with Mormons. I experimented with religion a lot and had a crush on a Mormon guy, so I went to Mormon church services and did community service with them. I started to question Mormonism and didn't think it was my thing. So I stopped going. This Mormon girl was upset with me and told a guidance counselor I had a plan to take a gun to school and shoot all the Mormon kids. The school wasted time interviewing my friends and parents as to whether this was true. She looked like a fool in the end.

In high school I also got the lead in a school musical. The girl who competed with me for the part got upset and thought telling people I was a lesbian would make her feel better about herself. She was a diehard Christian. I sent her an email asking her if Jesus would approve. She apologized but I told her to apologize to Jesus if she's so devout.

My two stories are about teasing that I received that I still do not understand today.

In preschool and early elementary school, I was teased in my neighborhood. A group of boys who were 4-6 years older than me would ride their bikes around the neighborhood, and if I was in my front yard, they would call out to me by name and say I was standing on high moo-moos, then laugh. I don't get it. I don't get, either, why boys so much older than me would feel the need to tease.

In junior high, I was teased by a boy who sat next to me in English class. He started prank-calling my house and leaving these bizarre messages on the answering machine pretending to be someone else, like an old woman or something like that. The problem was 1) I wasn't *positive* it was him for a while so I didn't say anything at school about it, 2) I didn't know why he was doing this, and 3) even if I knew the first two, what was I suppose to say to him at school? After a while, he started asking if I got the messages so I knew it was him. But, then what? I had no idea what I was suppose to do. Was he teasing because he liked me or because he thought I was an idiot? Eventually, my lack of response inspired him to stop. I did think he was very funny, but I couldn't even bring myself to laugh or be light-hearted about it. I could only manifest the "deer in the headlights" response.

I've never been picked on because I'm quiet. Quite the opposite in fact, people have usually protected me because of it.

I was bullied when I got sent to a secure unit when I was a kid. It was more of an initiation thing though. I was left alone after that. Thank goodness!

I do however live in fear of being bullied and I am extremely defensive in order for it not to happen.

I think me being really quiet is one of those defences.

Sorry to hear about all of your experiences though.

Don't know if this counts as bullying. A few years ago, my classmates found out that I was a competition judo fighter and told people around them that I was something along the lines of a deadly psycho who would beat anyone up for no reason if they approached me. That was strange and bemusing.

The single time in my life I snapped.

I got bullied a lot my self and put into social isolation, even the teachers joined now or then to gain popularity with the class. That caused some major depressions and pretty ruined my whole emotional development but didn't make me snap in anger, back then I was more prone to depression and suicide than anger. The whole process costed my parents a lot of money getting therapy and put me behind a few years, the school still completely denied any responsibility. My supportive parents and pets were the only things that kept me going.

Still, I was more sad than angry. But one day I saw this one guy bullying this other kid in the school hall: he was grabbing him and pushing him around asking for his belongings. The teachers were just watching and didn't do anything, other pupils thought it was just normal. They acted as if the kid was supposed to be bullied because he was 'weak' to them.

That is when I snapped, because in a sense I saw myself reflected in the kid getting bullied. If I could prevent what happened to me in the long run I would damn well try to do it. I entered some kind of trance and walked up to the bully, everything else around me was gone. This was a weird experience that I have never felt before, It was just me and him. So then I punched him straight in the face, full force. He went flat out and suddenly people were visibly shocked around me ( because the bully is allowed to punch people but I am not ). This was the only time in my life I ever used violence, and I have zero regrets I did.

The teacher immediately intervened and I was only this close from getting kicked out of the school ( this was further supported by their bigoted views saying I should go to special school for 'ret*ds' ). The only thing that kept me in were some people testifying for me and explaining the situation. Also thankfully enough the bully had no permanent damage ( or well thankfully for me ) because otherwise they'd sue me like the cowards they are. We live in a world where bullies are allowed to psychologically abuse others into suicide with zero repercussions, but defend yourself or someone else against them and you will see yourself being pushed into a corner. Schools if anything just deny bullying exist because it might harm their reputation, so they naturally support the bully.

I guess this is also the most frustrating part of being bullied, the bully is allowed free reign but you can't do anything back. This is what causes people to boil up and snap, it's something that can be completely prevented by the school and a proper legal system against ( long term ) psychological abuse. I do not think people who haven't experienced themselves or a near one being bullied know what effects it has through the person's entire life. It has been researched and not surprisingly the effect of long term psychological abuse and humiliation is on par with long term sexual abuse. It can completely destroy a person mentally and emotionally and his / her future development, yet there are so many people who still think bullying is something that is totally normal.

I don't know if they have these in school anymore. But back when I was in school. they used to have a device in every classroom called an intercom. This allow teachers and staff to talk to each other between rooms. I knew how to operate this system and could use it to eavesdrop in on conversations in other rooms without being notice. One day, I turned it on in my classroom to listen for anyone there and I overheard some of my bullies talking about me living in a sewer (They always tease me about this BTW.) and where plotting to take a picture of coming up from a manhole. As though they honesty believe that I really live in a sewer.

During senior year, this guy who sat behind me would flirt with me in a really hostile way. His girlfriend sat behind him and it made me feel bad that he talked to me that way right in front of her.