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I was bullied like crazy as a kid, and to this day, I'm not entirely sure why. I kept to myself around most people in school, but my family never believed it because I was a chatterbox around them. There were so many days, especially in my teens, where I'd literally be running home from the school's back entrance, with multiple bullies chasing me down. If I left on the school bus, they'd heckle me there, then pound me once the bus left.

I got so scared once, I even begged the bus driver to walk me home from the stop; he reluctantly agreed, at which point three guys my age circled us. They kept throwing punches...and the driver did nothing to help me. By the time we got to my apartment, it was like he'd never even been there.

The worst thing of it all though, was the answer I got from every adult I told at school: "If I didn't see it, it didn't happen." They said it almost verbatim every time too, like they'd been trained or something. People often asked why I never fought back, and my answer was simple: I didn't know how. Deep down, I rarely believed I was worth it...but I rarely told that to anyone.

Yes I was bullied when I was in public school, I was bullied in school and by girls in my girl scout troop. I think it only got physical twice, On the bus when a boy in my class name David pulled my shirt and I pulled his shirt because he started making fun me and wouldn't stop so I pushed him. (That was in first grade.) The teacher was notified of it, and she told our parents, they made us apologies but I didn't mean my apology, when I said sorry I was thinking (I don't really mean it you jerk.) The other time was during first and second grade I was getting bullied by a boy name Quitin, he would make fun of my name by calling me Tiff-aby, and he would make fun of me in other ways. During recess in second grade, he threw small pebble rocks at me. One of the teachers saw him and made him stop. Later that day we called to the vice principals office, she called his mom to tell him what he's been doing, and he got detention that day. It was one of my favorite public school moments, because he was crying like a freaking baby. I was smiling and laughing on the inside, After that he stopped bullying me. But besides that I was picked on by the other students in school, they thought I was weird because of the way I acted, the way my teeth looked (my teeth got messed up because I sucked my thumb up until I was fourteen years old.), and the way I spoke. They would call me names and make fun of me. No one was my friend, I hated all those motherfudgers a lot. The girls in my girl scout troop would not want anything to do with me, they made fun of the way I looked and leave me out of stuff. One of the girls even had the nerve to tell me their mom made them invite me to their parties. (That b....) Though recently I looked them up on Facebook to see how they look now (because I made sure to lose contact with them when I got homeschooled), and I know no one is ugly and stuff, but the girls look like dogs now. I was even bullied by tree kids in my resource class in fifth grade, they made fun of my voice and the way I act. Thankfully I left public school after that. Public school was a very unhappy thing for me in the long run, I would most likely would still be getting bullied in school if I was still there.

But since we're on the bullying topic, one of the lunch ladies actually accused of bullying a boy in my fourth grade class when I was at lunch. (Back story I never interacted or even talked to the boy in my class, and the lunch lady was his mom. Plus she randomly came up to me.) I'm not sure what gave her the idea of me bullying her son, but she was very serious about it and wanted to take me to the principal's office. Though in the long run she gave me a warning. I thought I would tell that interesting story too since we're talking about bullying and stuff.

Yes, i've have been bullied. One guy was ver persistent at it, he stopped after i placed my fist in his face.

Then the bullies started forming groups. I befriended on recently one facebook, he turned into a religious person and had changed his life around totally since highschool.

Some kids are just protosociopaths.

I believe I was bullied in college.

I came really close "friends" with this one girl but other friends of mine would warn me about her. In one case, I was having a little "chat" with her on IM, I walked out to do my laundry and some girls come up to and say "they're making fun of you downstairs." It's covert harassment like this that is extremely painful for people who have trouble fitting in. You think you've got a friend and they stab you in the back....

Unfortunately, I picked up a lot of negative from her. She would alternate between playing the victim and the persecutor and sometimes I find myself repeating that exact behavior. It's shitty what people do to you sometimes.

It's all rather confusing because I also tend to get paranoid... but at the same time sometimes people really ARE making fun of you and looking down on you.

I was given the run of the mill bullying in middle school. Name calling, demeaning insults, etc. Wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. What made it significant was how I reacted to it psychologically. Got me to the point where I'd pack a swiss army knife in my back just to give myself a sense of power.

Nowadays, bullying on the campus is non existent. Cyber bullying (or in most cases, cyber stalking) is much more abundant. Ever since I made myself known as an artist on the web, I've been receiving death threats and discriminative insults on a daily basis from approximated 127 different individuals. This has yet to cease despite attempts to report, ignore, etc.

I suppose primitive minds are meant to stay primitive.

Reading these also reminds me of protecting some kids from being bullied, I eventually took over the bully hierarchy unwillingly. I wound up keeping things in line though slight of hand, and other tricks. One half of the student body ignored me in the end, the other half were scared of me. I hated being in the situation, but I did the best I could before I escaped for good.

I was... until over 8 months I grew 9 inches and put on 85 pounds of muscle... it pretty much stopped when one of them hit me in the back of the head and I released the beast all over his face.

Yes, I'm being cyber-bullied as I speak.

It seems like this comes and goes in waves.

I'm not very good at writing speeches however, I'll do my best to illustrate my own experience with being bullied. The best way I could present what it's like for my own story of torment would go as follows. When I was a young child I remember how my exiled,non-existent father would be sitting at the dinner table and point to the plate and say,"You don't leave the table unless you eat everything on your plate.". This might sound like playful humor however this was absolutely not the case and many times I would feel so pressured to eat as quickly as possible that often I would find myself feeling unpleasant. As well, there was a time when I actually fell asleep at the table because of such anxiety.

These days, I actually, have to slow myself down whenever I eat be it breakfast,lunch,dinner for, it's like that image of my childhood sometimes plays through my mind which, is why I do my best to help remind myself such things are no more. Yes, this sounds very silly indeed but in my opinion it's not some figment of the mind.

Ah, from a verbal standoint I had been called several things in my life time be it retarded,schizophrenic,homosexual, etc a great amount of such harsh & cruel words were thrown my way due to the fact, that due to my physical form not being super bulky muscle most people would think would think I'm not male though evidence suggests otherwise.. Believe me having long arm,long legs without a great amount of muscle mass often woudl make others gawk & stare..

In fact, I would sometimes choose to wear clothing that would hide my awkward form shall we say for, I'd not want others to make fun of me..


Not sure what else to say except, I try my best to remain human in a world which often can be inhuman..