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were you bullied/a bully? stories of your misfortune are welcome.
but i didn't want to start the thread off on that kind of tone
I think I just had reasonably cool friends. Also I don't think there was that much bullying at my school really. Nearly everyone I've met at university seems to have been fucking bullied as well.
my neighbour was a bit mean to me but other than that not really.
My babysitter did though, if that counts. Well, she stole from me and lied to my parents about me. She was nuts.
so I moved to a mixed school. In the first week some lad tried to start something, so I beat him around the head with a tray until I was dragged off him. I was kind of left alone after that.
There was a complex social hierarchy. Like with primates.
Used to ask to "borrow" money a lot. Never got it back. Only 50p every now and then. He used to "borrow" cigarettes also, but being 14 at the time I couldn't really do a lot about that. He once convinced me to buy a can of coke so that he could have a swig. He drank most of it.
Seems a bit stupid now, but that was a lot easier than the bullcrap you'd have to deal with by refusing. And why they advise kids to tell the teachers about bullying is beyond me - just tell them to fucking man up.
Been bullied in my adult twice.
you don't end up like me through a well-balanced adolescence
from year 7 to about year 10
all because a boy i went to primary school with didn't want me to spread news about his special needs siblings. My mum had taught at the Primary School and i had a lot of knowledge. He joined the rugby team and wanted a new start i guess and used this gay bashing to keep me in my place
Was all fine by year 10
and when anyones tried it in work (suprisingly its happened both times from middle aged women) Ive made them cry. So, ya know, been lucky I guess.
You never meet anyone who used to be the one doing the bullying though, do you? DiS is a fairly skewed sample anyway.
I was bullied when I moved from Yorkshire to Wales at the start of year 6, there was a real scrote who took great pleasure in my misery, I eventually moved classes made a bunch of friends and it all faded away. Wish I'd just smashed his head into a wall.
Not physical stuff, verbal. There was a guy I didn't really get on with but who sort of hung around some mutual friends and there used to be a fair bit of ribbing/shabs/bants flying back and forth. Not exactly good-humoured, but nothing vicious or intensely personal from what I can remember, just playground stuff.
Apparently (completely unknown to me) he came home in tears one day and so his mum called up the school and I was hauled in front of the headmaster the next day to explain myself. Nothing came of it in the end, as the headmaster reckoned there wasn't much - if anything - in it.
It's tempting to think that maybe the guy just needed to MTFU or learn to be a bit more thick-skinned but it's a horrible, horrible thought to think that you were, without malicious intent, really upsetting someone to that extent and without even knowing it.
I'd quite like to see him now and say "I'm sorry if any of that stuff really got to you, I had no idea. School was shit and I'm sorry if I was ever a dick to you because of that." He's a doctor and married now, so I hope he either doesn't give a shit these days or doesn't really think about it.
I wasn't going up to some poor lad and ripping the piss out of him with impunity to get my jollies, then being surprised when he got upset.
shed 7 ARE still amazing.
...posted about it on here before, but basically I was tiny up until the age of about 16 which made me fair game for anyone wanting to make a name for themselves. Dealt with bullying by rapidly escalating it to violence a few times and in the end it just dried up, possibly after the time I beat the captain of the rugby team around the head with his own shoe (note to parents: slip-on shoes do you no favouts at school).
I have to know what Smee said.
by two girls about my clothes for 4 years. nothing i could do. anyway, both are fucking scum now and have 5 kids between them and i have a beard and wear a shirt and tie to work. i won.
which was promptly bullied out of me by the dinnerladies at the school i was at.
but I was bullied by some young girls on the bus recently. They sat behind me and put torn up tickets on my head and laughed at me. There was literally nothing I could do to stop them. I don't know if the emotional scars I received will ever heal.
"wot u gonna hit a girl try it mate see wot appens" which made me really angry because on the one hand i knew not to hit girls but on the other hand if you're gonna dish it out and then hide behind your vagina, that's a lesson you very very seriously need to learn. but i'll just leave it to your inevitably morally corrupt boyfriend, i'm not getting my hands dirty.
...a friend of mine was walking along a suburban high street with his missus at chucking out time. They passed a bus stop with a gang of pissed up slappers who decided to jump his girlfriend (hair pulling, slapping, kicking and the like) right in front of him, presumably assuming that as a bloke he would be powerless to intervene. Instead, he just stepped up and clocked the ringleader on the chin sparking her out. Having picked up his girlfriend, the rest of the group started following them screaming at how out of order it was to hit a girl. He replied that the next one to come near them was going to get the same.
He's not an aggressive guy, yet when he told this story at least 50% of the group present were instantly of the reaction that you can't hit a girl. Sounded fair enough to me.
if you physically attack somebody then all that stuff goes out the window
Plus, I've got three sisters so I'm used to handing out the occasional beating to a skirt anyway.
Reminds me of a friend I haven't seen in years. About 8 or so of my mates in a queue to get into a club and a group of drunk women start arguing with one of them for reasons that never became clear to me. She hits me square in the face, he shakes it off and tells her that he'll allow her that one, but if she tries it again he'll do her. She grins and punches him again. Again he shakes if off, sighs and clocks her straight old, cold before she hit the floor. The remaining members of this gaggle of drunken women attack him, so me and my mates sigh and step in to defend him and it basically all turns into a comedy brawl a la this scene in Malcolm in the Middle.
not me. To typo is human.
Four former mining towns and one well-to-do commuter village. The school was in a mining town, so it was not unusual for kids to be on free school dinners, have shabby clothes and generally be a bit *rough*.
I was from the commuter town, which was seen as posh and a lot of the poor fuckers from the pit towns, whose parents had lost their jobs down the pit a few years earlier and hadn't really adjusted took umbrage at me and my mates, with our anoraks and not hand-me-down clothes. If you didn't take your books to school in a carrier bag, you were posh.
I understand it a lot better now and can't resent kids for being jealous of others when they're relatively poor and what not, but it was certainly an *experience*.
Me and my mates had a fair amount of bother because our faces didn't really fit, which meant there was a little too much fighting going on. Typical scenarios being older brothers of class-mates turning up at lunch to get dinner money off us, nick our trainers and that.
Becuase there was a group of us getting it, it was a bit easier to take. And there are also loads of guys from the mining towns who were sound and who I'm still mates with.
But me and a couple of mates got a bit sick of dealing with the nonsense by age 15, so we joined a boxing club.
We got fit, got a bit of self-confidence and that really put us in a position where we could better talk ourselves out of problems. It's a lot easier to talk yourself out of a confrontation if you know you're not necessarily going to get a good hiding. Didn't always work however.
3 of the kids I had bother with at school are now dead. One crashed his scrambler motorbike into a wall, the other two got into heroin. Some sad shit, considering the majority of their contempories wised up by about age 18, got jobs and calmed down a bit.
I remember one incident where I'd had a bit of wrestle with some lad after P.E and he came out of it worst. He threatened me, saying he was going to come to my house with his mates on the Friday night.
In an act of stupid bravado, I gave him address and told him I'd be waiting for him. Nothing happened.
But on the Saturday, my dad had been to get the papers and noticed a lot of houses had broken windows. When I went out later, I notced they were all number 36, which was our house number.
So my adversary had clearly made good on his promise, but couldn't remember which street I lived on, so covered as many bases as he could.
Yes, got a bit of stick for having nice-ish shoes, is the paperback version of my post.
was when this completely fucking deranged psycho (his nickname was actually psycho) walked up behind me completely unprompted and started punching me very rapidly all over my body. i got bruises all over my torso and arms. the teacher saw a bit of it and the kid got suspended for 2 weeks, during that 2 weeks all his friends kept coming up to me and telling me that i was good as dead for getting him suspended. "you got him suspended you prick, you best watch your back" etc like somehow it was now my fault that this asshole beat me up for NO REASON.
i literally went to the single worst school of all time. my story is very mild in comparison to others, i honestly can't believe my mum let me keep going there. quick example: somebody got stabbed in their eyeball with a stanley knife because there was a completely made up rumour that he fiddled little boys. ugh.
Thought they were pretty hard. I was a nerd with borderline aspergers, and the 2 friends I had in this form group were also nerds. Naturally we were targets. One february morning in year ten, they struck.
They started throwing chocolates at us. Minstrels to be exact. Fuck knows why, but they soon realised that they were wasting a lot of chocolate. So they instead decided to throw half eaten minstrels at us. Naturally, at the the time this was hilarious, so we just sat there laughing.
That afternoon, I got my head smashed against the table by one of them for laughing. I ended up fairly concussed quite quickly, and started laughing during that. He got fed up and fucked off. Never had any trouble after that, I think he just thought I was a mental case or something.