purpledoveuk said:

Shorty said:

one can only speculate what you wrote....

I'm always reluctant to spill much on the Internet but, on this issue, I have plenty of experience and more than I can put into succinct words....I write stuff and then think twice My Secondary/highschool years were difficult at the time due to a false rumour that started early on - it got be beaten most days, teachers didn't care and my parents didn't know. It basically stopped me having a 'normal' teenage boys experiences and was a VERY dark time for me. A few decades on I often think "what was the fuss about - you came through it, it wasn't do bad" That I did, but it was very real at the time and I still recognise a few mental scars in my perception of myself even though my life is good and happy now....but I also know that, given a time machine, I couldn't convince the 12-17yr old me that it would be ok and I'd have the life I have now Its all relative - to me it was like the end of the world ...then I read some of the stuff on here and I got off lightly even though it didn't seem it at the time. I think it's also some comfort to know that somewhere, sometimes those bullies have kids and wish they could turn that clock back on things they did too. But hey, phylosophically...would I be where I am today without it - no 100% definitely not, my grades would have been better initially and I wouldn't have taken the education route through college, Uni, masters etc that I did or met the people who have shaped me [Edited 9/22/11 13:29pm] [Edited 9/22/11 13:30pm]

I grew up in a huge family, and 5 of them were boys. If they were bored, I was usually a victim of something. I learned early in life that it was better to fight and lose, than to let it go on and on and on.

When I was 13 and weighed all of 80 lbs, I had a tall, chunky bully who was 18 years old (I was in a school that went from 7 to 12). She made my life a living hell, until finally one day, I didn't care if I got beat up, cuz the bitch was gonna need to find an easier target. I got the leg off a broken table in class, hit her with that (a teacher grabbed me) and then I beat the bitch with a chair. She had fucked with me ALL year....I didn't even get detention although I was sternly warned with that blah blah no violence bullshit. Bitch was violent to me EVERY day and the school did nothing.

More recently, my daughter had a serious incident in school involving a bully (and 8 of her followers) where I even ended up getting the police involved cuz the bitch took a pic of my girl while she was changing for gym...and I guess the plan was to put it onto facebook. My husband had to stop me, because I was ready to go to the ringleaders house and personally beat the little bitch up when that went down. Fuck that....FB is forever. That would be worth catching a case over. (The pic had not yet been posted.) And yea...I ended up doing the "right thing" and called the police instead for child porn charges, restraining orders etc....

With this bully, I had begged my girl to just beat the shit out of the leader using whatever means necessary but my child was just too polite and didn't want to get into trouble. I told her the only trouble she should care about is being in trouble with me, because in my mind the school is not a consideration since they were not meaningfully defending her although she and I both repeatedly sought assistance. I made sure that shit was well documented so that if my girl did finally snap, there was a paper trail.

I think beating the shit out of a bully is a better option than Columbine or kids committing suicide.

wow! it's really disturbing to read how many bullies are using violence against their victims, and also the internet.

I don't want to get into it, but though I try not to feel sorry for myself, the scars are still there cause I'm struggling socially in my adult life too now. I didn't know I was, but I found myself in awful situations that lead to breakdowns and I understand now why it's happening.

alphastreet said:

I don't want to get into it, but though I try not to feel sorry for myself, the scars are still there cause I'm struggling socially in my adult life too now. I didn't know I was, but I found myself in awful situations that lead to breakdowns and I understand now why it's happening.

so sorry you're going through that!