As a nerdy black kid who was small for his age and not great at sports, I dealt with my share of harrassment growing up. Some of it was physical, but most was verbal taunts(punk, faggot). Getting good grades wasn't considered 'cool' or 'hip', especially for black boys. Shit didn't change when we left the Bronx for Long Island. It taught me a valuable life lesson - people suck all over.

Dude...you saw my H.S. graduation pic on the Old Skool thread, right? Well...picture that kid 4 years earlier as a freshman.

I looked like I was in 5th grade, not 9th. I was shorter & smaller than everyone else and talk about bad at sports???

Amazingly I emerged relatively unscathed. Never got beat up. I think that not only was I quiet and low-key enough to keep my nose clean BUT I didn't present a target. I largely ignored any taunts and teases. I never gave them the satisfaction of getting all worked up over stupid words.

So they moved on.

For being short, having big glasses....and maybe irritable, though sometimes it was from prejiduce or being a female. Those were when I was a kid. Power struggles too that I brought into adulthood.

I've have been bullied, emotionally abused and so on, even recently in fact. But I am guilty of doing the same thing too though it was when I was younger, but forgot and it probably came from how I was treated. Now it would be more like stuff I say in my head that can come off as passive aggressive around the person though there are worse people out there than me that act really out of line and can't control themselves. I try to speak my mind and am blunt, but I don't insult another intentionally if I need to say something, the way others would do that.

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Never beaten...but taunted by two very mean spirited girls.

I was the "smart foreigner.." whom they never liked. Even though I wasn't born overseas or out of North America.

And when I reported them..the admin were on their side.

I've forgiven them though...and moved on.

Now if I see bullying..that bully better watch out. One pissed off ex-bully-ee here...

Hell yeah, I got picked at. Just because of what I looked like, I got called "gay", "fag", "sissy" & quite a few racial slurs too [even though I was none of the ethnicity's I got called ]

But being that my older sister used to kick my ass daily , I was kinda tough, so the bullying would become less & less over the years. Especially when I started out-growing everyone . When I got older, I had haters because dudes would be mad that girls they liked actually liked me So to say the least, I handed out a nice amount of ass whoopings in school.....

Yeah I've gotten racial slurs, and people assumed I like the same sex though I didn't admit to myself I did then and was mortified they would say that to me and spread rumors, it would happen at more than one school though I didn't do anything special, so I believed it more , though before I started school in the first place, I knew it too.

PurpleJedi said:

Dude...you saw my H.S. graduation pic on the Old Skool thread, right? Well...picture that kid 4 years earlier as a freshman.

I looked like I was in 5th grade, not 9th. I was shorter & smaller than everyone else and talk about bad at sports???

Amazingly I emerged relatively unscathed. Never got beat up. I think that not only was I quiet and low-key enough to keep my nose clean BUT I didn't present a target. I largely ignored any taunts and teases. I never gave them the satisfaction of getting all worked up over stupid words.

So they moved on.

I was never beaten up, just pushed around or put in headlocks. Maybe that's a reason I'm maniacal about my workouts - I'll never be weak again. Plus I live in NYC, and as you know, there are plenty of bullies and fools in this town. But even at middle age, I'm ready for them.

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My brother and I got bullied...we were the poor mixed kids whose mother always showed up at

the school pissed off, loud, and looking a hot fucking mess. I think my mom knew she had pre-doomed us because one of the first

things she did was make sure we learned how to fight. The bullies who stepped up got knocked the fuck down.

We also moved around alot...always the new kids, always someone who wanted to teach us whos school it was.

As I got older I started to bully the boys. I never went after the already bullied, I'd talk shit and bad mouth the popular boys and the "hot" boys.

I got into sooo many fights but oddly enough...even after getting their ass whooped those boys always ended up passing me the "I like you" notes

Tittypants said:

But being that my older sister used to kick my ass daily , I was kinda tough, so the bullying would become less & less over the years. Especially when I started out-growing everyone . When I got older, I had haters because dudes would be mad that girls they liked actually liked me So to say the least, I handed out a nice amount of ass whoopings in school.....

I am so mad at your sister. I never beat on my brother, in fact, it was well known that I would

beat on anyone who even tried to beat on him in school.

One day I was in the bathroom and I overheard an older girl telling another girl how she was going

to have some kid jumped by her boyfriend and his friends. When her friend left the bathroom I came

out of the stall and engaged her in a fight. After I beat her ass all she could ask was "what did I

ever do to you?" The kid she was talking about having jumped just so happened to be my brother,

and I told her that, and told her exactly what I would do to her every day of the rest of the year if

he ended up getting jumped.

The guys had a different agenda after my breasts grew in ha-ha

LadyCasanova said:

Tittypants said:

But being that my older sister used to kick my ass daily , I was kinda tough, so the bullying would become less & less over the years. Especially when I started out-growing everyone . When I got older, I had haters because dudes would be mad that girls they liked actually liked me So to say the least, I handed out a nice amount of ass whoopings in school.....

I am so mad at your sister. I never beat on my brother, in fact, it was well known that I would

beat on anyone who even tried to beat on him in school.

One day I was in the bathroom and I overheard an older girl telling another girl how she was going

to have some kid jumped by her boyfriend and his friends. When her friend left the bathroom I came

out of the stall and engaged her in a fight. After I beat her ass all she could ask was "what did I

ever do to you?" The kid she was talking about having jumped just so happened to be my brother,

and I told her that, and told her exactly what I would do to her every day of the rest of the year if

he ended up getting jumped.

The guys had a different agenda after my breasts grew in ha-ha

I love my sister a lot for doing that. I grew up around so many woman that I was blessed to have a sister to toughen me up [because I really didn't have a brother or anything to wrestle or fight with]. My sister is 5 years older than me, so the little time we were in school together, she most definitely used to beat up anybody who messed with me. Trust me, she had my back truly. She left me alone with fighting after I became taller & stronger than her & started to easily overpower & laugh at her once "powerful" punches... My sister & I get along better than most siblings ever will

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Sure, up until HS, with this exception of one red neckish boy I had a couple of classes with in 10th grade, but I got him back the only way I knew how, no problems after that.

Some kids are mean, point blank. Most of their parents don't do shit to correct them because most of their parents teach their kids the nonsense in the 1st place.

I was teased continuously, by boys and girls in elementary. Got into fights with only girls, though. I was teased about my braids because they were big and long. I got teased about my gap. I was teased about being quiet. That was the problem though....they figured because I was quiest and didn't outgoingly talk to everyone, that I was a punk but after I tore their asses apart, they found out how much of a punk I was.

I actually kinda felt like a bully when I got into a fight with this boy in Special-Ed. It was on the lunch line too. We fought and then got lunch right afterwards.

Never the bully. But I was bullied once or twice-I beat the MF down.

I was bullied by my sister who was only one year older than me for most of my life.

I was the scrawny sickly malnourished asthmatic kid and she was the voluptuous gorgeous mean girl who came home when she wanted, and bossed our mother around.

Due to my mom's lack of parenting skills, my sister was left to watch us often... she was grown as hell. Her behavior stemmed from being given the run of the house.

She made me clean after her and watch her child since I was 11. Yeah she had a baby at 12... at 10 she had the body of an 18yr.old and threatened me on a daily if I didn't clean or babysit for her.

As a teen she would come into my room and take whatever she wanted for herself. My deoderant, my socks, my accessories, even my birth control pills. Nothing of mine was sacred, she acted as if she owned me and everything that was mine. She was a menace and a total controlling spoiled bitch... she still is.

My door mat behavior continued throughout my teens... until I rebelled and stood up and/or fought every bully I had .... except my sister.

Until about 4 years ago... she pissed me off for the last time and I stood up to her. I never yelled or cussed at her. She made her threats, and I told her to do her worst. I didn't bat an eyelash nor did I flinch.

I simply stood my ground and dared her to come at me... any way she wanted to. I told her I wasn't going to let her have her way with me or our mother anymore.

Just wrote her off and told the family the same if they took her side. A year later she called me begging me to be in her life again. I told her never to fuck with me again.

She never apologized for anything she did thing she did that pissed me off... but it didn't matter. She knows not to fuck with me anymore... because she has tried twice so far with my mom, and I shut her BS down each time. I will not let her boss my mother around anymore either.

She doesn't like being told what to do... but now she can't tell me what to do and she keeps her fat mouth shut tight around me and steps down.

I still love my sister (always will), but now I tolerate zero BS from her or her grown kids.

Me and my mother are closer than ever now, and my mother now has peace too, because finally she is allowed to be the matriarch of the family.

paintedlady said:

I still love my sister (always will), but now I tolerate zero BS from her or her grown kids.

Oh yes...

I was very skinny, with acne and messed up teeth. I am also very bow-legged.

My mom lived by, "I don't care what everyone else is doing/wearing", so I was "corny".

Plus, I was in honors classes...

I was beat up, chased home from the bus stop, called ugly, and had some very unflattering nicknames.

Now, as a teacher in a high school, I am VERY vigilant about reporting and dealing with bullies. With the Anti-bullying laws, it is my duty, but I NEVER want to see anyone go through what I did.

Note: I didn't want to derail the Reunions thread a couple of weeks ago, but that's the main reason I didn't want to pay to go... I had no desire to see a lot of those people.

Been bullied once, I was called fag because I used some makeup, my hair was fine, decent clothes, etc...

never a bully, at least since I was 12 years old

I think the GD is FULL of bullies who are also bullies in the real life outside the org. Like the eternal partyp*oper BleckADder77

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Nope.

Often enough. From 7-13 my marks were too good, so nobody liked me. They called me a swot, although I never really studied, I just listened, remembered and applied logic when it came to answering questions.

Then there was a time when I was really into longish hair (not the metal-head long, though). I just had bigger hair, almost shoulder length (like our Prince-boy, 1991ish). So they called me gay. I didn't give a fuck.

I remember many older girls telling me that I'm going to be very good-looking in a couple of years and that my face was beautiful (I was 12 at that time). I don't think anybody ever said that to me before. When my face started to become both more masculine AND mainly feminine (what some girls apparently found "beautiful") I was again called gay, because "real men are not supposed to be beautiful".

Then, at circa 14, I started to wear fancy, funky clothes. All shapes and colours, but still (in my opinion) tasteful. I started to fuck all the good-looking girls who were at least two years older than me. Needless to say, people didn't like that, so I was called "gay" again.

It didn't touch me, personally. What made me so sad is that these people thought homosexuality is something shameful and that they exactly knew I wasn't homosexual but thought they could hurt me that way. And what I also learned is that you can feel quite lonely, even though you're actually better and smarter than others, just because they are superior in quantity.

I never "bullied" anyone, but I had my subtle ways of showing them that they shouldn't have fucked with me. From 15 to 18, I laid their girlfriends, learned how to sing and play many instruments and write good songs (their girlfriends appreciate my music too ), beat them at every P.E. sprint at school and danced around them when we were playing football, making them look like complete idiots (yeah, I know, sounds quite childish, but when you're surrounded by stupid people, you have to restrict your ways to the things they can grasp with their uneducated minds).

And all the girl that used to make fun of me I laid too.

Dave1992 said:

Often enough. From 7-13 my marks were too good, so nobody liked me. They called me a swot, although I never really studied, I just listened, remembered and applied logic when it came to answering questions.

Then there was a time when I was really into longish hair (not the metal-head long, though). I just had bigger hair, almost shoulder length (like our Prince-boy, 1991ish). So they called me gay. I didn't give a fuck.

I remember many older girls telling me that I'm going to be very good-looking in a couple of years and that my face was beautiful (I was 12 at that time). I don't think anybody ever said that to me before. When my face started to become both more masculine AND mainly feminine (what some girls apparently found "beautiful") I was again called gay, because "real men are not supposed to be beautiful".

Then, at circa 14, I started to wear fancy, funky clothes. All shapes and colours, but still (in my opinion) tasteful. I started to fuck all the good-looking girls who were at least two years older than me. Needless to say, people didn't like that, so I was called "gay" again.

It didn't touch me, personally. What made me so sad is that these people thought homosexuality is something shameful and that they exactly knew I wasn't homosexual but thought they could hurt me that way. And what I also learned is that you can feel quite lonely, even though you're actually better and smarter than others, just because they are superior in quantity.

I never "bullied" anyone, but I had my subtle ways of showing them that they shouldn't have fucked with me. From 15 to 18, I laid their girlfriends, learned how to sing and play many instruments and write good songs (their girlfriends appreciate my music too ), beat them at every P.E. sprint at school and danced around them when we were playing football, making them look like complete idiots (yeah, I know, sounds quite childish, but when you're surrounded by stupid people, you have to restrict your ways to the things they can grasp with their uneducated minds).

And all the girl that used to make fun of me I laid too.

it's curious, we had the same problem but we did exactly the opposite to deal with it: I physically attacked (hard) the bullies (and I nearly got kicked out of the school, nearly, and out of the gym were I was learning aikido back then) and I refused to have sex with any girl that previously made fun of me, or even talk with them, which was extra-pleasant because my grades were so high back then and the motherfockers (both male and female) had the nerve to ask me for help, of course I said "no, asshole, I won't help you" In the end, I had only 4 or 5 real friends during high-school but that's all I needed then, a small circle of friends that didn't mock my style or let me down...

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paintedlady said:

I was bullied by my sister who was only one year older than me for most of my life.

I was the scrawny sickly malnourished asthmatic kid and she was the voluptuous gorgeous mean girl who came home when she wanted, and bossed our mother around.

Due to my mom's lack of parenting skills, my sister was left to watch us often... she was grown as hell. Her behavior stemmed from being given the run of the house.

She made me clean after her and watch her child since I was 11. Yeah she had a baby at 12... at 10 she had the body of an 18yr.old and threatened me on a daily if I didn't clean or babysit for her.

As a teen she would come into my room and take whatever she wanted for herself. My deoderant, my socks, my accessories, even my birth control pills. Nothing of mine was sacred, she acted as if she owned me and everything that was mine. She was a menace and a total controlling spoiled bitch... she still is.

My door mat behavior continued throughout my teens... until I rebelled and stood up and/or fought every bully I had .... except my sister.

Until about 4 years ago... she pissed me off for the last time and I stood up to her. I never yelled or cussed at her. She made her threats, and I told her to do her worst. I didn't bat an eyelash nor did I flinch.

I simply stood my ground and dared her to come at me... any way she wanted to. I told her I wasn't going to let her have her way with me or our mother anymore.

Just wrote her off and told the family the same if they took her side. A year later she called me begging me to be in her life again. I told her never to fuck with me again.

She never apologized for anything she did thing she did that pissed me off... but it didn't matter. She knows not to fuck with me anymore... because she has tried twice so far with my mom, and I shut her BS down each time. I will not let her boss my mother around anymore either.

She doesn't like being told what to do... but now she can't tell me what to do and she keeps her fat mouth shut tight around me and steps down.

I still love my sister (always will), but now I tolerate zero BS from her or her grown kids.

Me and my mother are closer than ever now, and my mother now has peace too, because finally she is allowed to be the matriarch of the family.

i was bullied a few times, once on my school bus. i have always been a very quiet and shy person, so i think that's why i was a target. what they didn't know though is i have a pretty giant temper if you mess with me. needless to say, you mess with me once and that will be the end of that.

In my elementary school and some middle school years, I was bullied by my so-called friends from across the street. I was the "corny" one, with the strict parents so I didn't wear the cool clothes, or use the cool slang, or run after boys and I was sometimes afraid to go along with some of the things they wanted. They'd tease me and call me names and act like my presence was just soooo exasperating to them at times. Plus, they were sisters and I was an only child so I never had anyone to help me out. And they were really popular so whenever they were mad or annoyed with me so was the rest of the neighborhood. I never felt like I belonged but they were the only friends around for a pretty long time, so I'd just wait around for them to get over whatever bullshit problem they had with me. I think those experiences are responsible for a good chunk of my current shyness and hesitance when it comes to getting close to people. It takes me a while to trust that people are actually trying to be my friend. (Therapy anyone? ) At this point, I've all but truly forgiven them. I still don't completely trust them but we're all adults at this point and we don't indulge in that type of crap anymore.

I found a new group of friends after a while and I went along with taunting some kids a couple of times. It seemed fun to be on the other side, but it never felt right so I let go of that pretty quickly.

uPtoWnNY said:

As a nerdy black kid who was small for his age and not great at sports, I dealt with my share of harrassment growing up. Some of it was physical, but most was verbal taunts(punk, faggot). Getting good grades wasn't considered 'cool' or 'hip', especially for black boys. Shit didn't change when we left the Bronx for Long Island. It taught me a valuable life lesson - people suck all over.

It seems that you were bullied for being intelligent. That frequently happens. Many people cannot tolerate it.

But, hey, the lesson you learned was the right one.

JoeTyler said:

Been bullied once, I was called fag because I used some makeup, my hair was fine, decent clothes, etc...

never a bully, at least since I was 12 years old

I think the GD is FULL of bullies who are also bullies in the real life outside the org. Like the eternal partyp*oper BleckADder77

[Edited 11/13/11 3:27am]

I won't talk about this forum, since I don't visit it regularly. But talking about the internet in general, I think many people are bullies online but cowards and mediocre in the "real" life.

JoeTyler said:

Dave1992 said:

Often enough. From 7-13 my marks were too good, so nobody liked me. They called me a swot, although I never really studied, I just listened, remembered and applied logic when it came to answering questions.

Then there was a time when I was really into longish hair (not the metal-head long, though). I just had bigger hair, almost shoulder length (like our Prince-boy, 1991ish). So they called me gay. I didn't give a fuck.

I remember many older girls telling me that I'm going to be very good-looking in a couple of years and that my face was beautiful (I was 12 at that time). I don't think anybody ever said that to me before. When my face started to become both more masculine AND mainly feminine (what some girls apparently found "beautiful") I was again called gay, because "real men are not supposed to be beautiful".

Then, at circa 14, I started to wear fancy, funky clothes. All shapes and colours, but still (in my opinion) tasteful. I started to fuck all the good-looking girls who were at least two years older than me. Needless to say, people didn't like that, so I was called "gay" again.

It didn't touch me, personally. What made me so sad is that these people thought homosexuality is something shameful and that they exactly knew I wasn't homosexual but thought they could hurt me that way. And what I also learned is that you can feel quite lonely, even though you're actually better and smarter than others, just because they are superior in quantity.

I never "bullied" anyone, but I had my subtle ways of showing them that they shouldn't have fucked with me. From 15 to 18, I laid their girlfriends, learned how to sing and play many instruments and write good songs (their girlfriends appreciate my music too ), beat them at every P.E. sprint at school and danced around them when we were playing football, making them look like complete idiots (yeah, I know, sounds quite childish, but when you're surrounded by stupid people, you have to restrict your ways to the things they can grasp with their uneducated minds).

And all the girl that used to make fun of me I laid too.

it's curious, we had the same problem but we did exactly the opposite to deal with it: I physically attacked (hard) the bullies (and I nearly got kicked out of the school, nearly, and out of the gym were I was learning aikido back then) and I refused to have sex with any girl that previously made fun of me, or even talk with them, which was extra-pleasant because my grades were so high back then and the motherfockers (both male and female) had the nerve to ask me for help, of course I said "no, asshole, I won't help you" In the end, I had only 4 or 5 real friends during high-school but that's all I needed then, a small circle of friends that didn't mock my style or let me down...

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Yeah, I also never had more than 5-6 real friends. I don't even need or want more.

Dave, you sound awesome! And yeah, I turned to music too to block everyone out and then they started liking me, double standards, that's all it is.

All through school I was supppper chunky. I'd get teased all the time. I was always pretty much the fat friend I guess.. There were a few boys I remember who would talk shit.. one whose girlfriend was BIGGER than I was???

In the end, I'm skinny now and look better than ANYONE who ever made fun of me and most of the girls I went to high school with. That's one thing I love is when people from HS look at me now and they're like Damn.... I especially love it when the guys who used to talk shit are the ones trying to take me out all the time. PLEASE

I was bullied briefly in elementary school. I was the fat girl in class. I remember that the boy who used to make fun of me and call me fat names all the time was fat himself. Go figure. Then in high school after I hit puberty and I was developed and lost the weight, I remember him trying to holla at me. Umm no, you are three times bigger than when I remembered your loser ass in elementary school..thanks but no thanks

missfee said:

I was bullied briefly in elementary school. I was the fat girl in class. I remember that the boy who used to make fun of me and call me fat names all the time was fat himself. Go figure. Then in high school after I hit puberty and I was developed and lost the weight, I remember him trying to holla at me. Umm no, you are three times bigger than when I remembered your loser ass in elementary school..thanks but no thanks

lol