Just curious..I'm 29 now but when I was a teenager, I was teased a lot by a few other students (all boys). At the time people would say "Oh it's becuase he ahd a crush on you." But some of things said were just awful and I can't imagine that being a way of showing affection. Funny thing is I've seen two of the three "bullies" in the past 2 years and one of them came up to me in a bar and started talking to me...great conversation and then he came out and said "By the way, I was such an idiot when I was younger...I'm so sorry for what I did."

I confronted the other guy when he came up to me at my reunion and he acted like he didn't remember how mean he was, but apologized anyway. Maybe I shouldn't have rehashed the meories but people just don't realize how much the mean things said stick with you over the years...

By the way, I never saw the third guy (who was actually the meanest of them all) but I heard he was in major trouble with the law.

I was picked on when I was 12 (no one lliked me-I was the most unpopular girl in history)-it was so bad I left school and became homeschooled. To this day I still feel uncomfortable around people in my age group. I feel like they're judging me and treating me like a smelly old sock.

I was a very shy boy with too much fantasy. Very slender and I was called faggot long before I found out what the word meant or that I actually was gay.

I got teased alot from age 6 up to 11. Then I became bully myself for some time and even had a brief period when I desperately tried to fit into groups. Horrid, having no identity, trying to copy others to just fit in.

All the things that were important to me then now seem so shallow.

I have found out that facing the people that bullied me when younger have no reasons, really. It's a pecking order and I was way too shy to stand up for myself and did not have brothers or sisters close to protect me or show me different ways.

I actually stopped going to reunions. Schooltime up til I was 13 was no fun and I do not want to relive all the insecurity all over again. Just one reunion left me facing all the hosts I had pushed away for so long.

All of them ghosts are now gone, but still I feel the necesity to let things from the past stay there.

Gawd yes! When I was little is was constantly, "White Girl" or "Mellow Yellow". The latter was more of an inside joke. My teacher had this saying: If it's yellow let it mellow, if it's brown, flush it down. The saying was supposed to help us remember part of the digestive system, but I didn't find it flattering. Plus, there was this stupid commercial out for one of those Rockin' in the 80s compilation albums. And there was one song on the album where this guy in the commercial would be sitting on a stool with long brown hippie hair, a guitar and oversized yellow glasses and he'd sing, "They call me Mellow Yellow." That didn't help.


I'm still picked on. My office calls me "The Office Redneck/Blonde" or "Becky."

I was made fun of for being overweight.

My friend and I were called 'fag' many times even though I wasn't gay and he had not realised that he was (at the time).

I was also made fun of for liking Prince. That was usually coupled with the 'fag' comments.

All the damned time! It didn't really stop until about my sophmore year in High School. I was mainly teased for not being the typical boy who played sports and what not. I was called "faggot" and everything else under the sun (maybe this is why I was never bothered by gay kids. I understood what they went through, to a certain extent). Personally, I think its probably a good thing it happened to me. I cheer on the underdog, and I'm extremely open to people, regardless of their race, religion or sexual orientation. It made me want to look at the person, and not the label applied to them.

I got teased regularly for "talking like a white dude," never being able to go out and play, usually wearing my hair a bit longer than was the current fashion, reading too much, being a "Satan worshipper," yada yada yada. I very rarely got called a fag, but I got it a couple times also.

What hurt the worse, though, was being teased -- by my friends -- for not dressing trendy enough through grade school. They were wearing "Beat It" and "Thriller" jackets, and I, in a nutshell, have always had sort of a Farnsworth Bentley fashion sense.

...It's cool, though, because all the girls adored me (which drove the guys crazier), and even now I've been told by my ex-wife that all my friends' wives are nuts for me.
[This message was edited Fri May 28 10:21:49 2004 by Lammastide]

I was real heavy in gradeschool. During recess, we used to play football at the top of a grass hill behind the school. One day, I fell while running down the hill. Ok, I rolled down the hill. Everyone got a kick out of this, so at recess, it became a game to chase me around the parking lot and try to drag me up the hill to roll me down it.

I always somehow ended up in 2 against 1 conflicts. These "friends" I had would truly enjoy making fun of the sensitive one. Gee they had so much power making me cry.

Then I got fat in junior high. These girls I hung out with turned on me, I can't remember why. I probably wasn't cool enough. I was a nerd of course, never fitting in with any group, not being strong enough to make fun of other people. Guys of course didn't give me the time of day.

In high school, things got a little better when I went to the performing arts school. Still kind of a loner, but I found some true friends that I still talk to to this day, Chico being one of them.

It sucks that this stuff stays with you, no matter how much you work on your issues, etc.

Tom said:

Oh my God, how terrible!

Tom said:

Reminds me of the time the desk I was sitting in collasped while I was sitting in it. I could tell the desk was broken when I first sat in it. Something about it just didn't feel right even though it was the most comfortable school desk I ever sat in. At some point I adjust my position and the desk just kinda folded in on itself, pinning me between the edge of the desk and the back of the chair. I got out of it OK but the entire class had a good laugh at my expense. It's a wonder I didn't end up in therapy.

Until my sophomore year in high school I was known as a "fat kid". And yes I was a chunk. My dad on the other hand, is a marathon runner. So that one summer he showed me how to work out and exercise. Once I got back to school, it was non stop compliments from girls who the past year wouldn’t have looked twice. From that point until today, I have the bug to exercise. BUT, I also never picked on anyone for being so-called different from everyone else. I even started sticking up for kids in school. I still remember what it was like, kids can be very cruel.

yes, I was a 36DD in high school. 5" 100 punds and a DD.....its was awful. I used to ace bandage my boob before putting on my shirt just so that I would look a bit smaller. It was an awful feeling. The stares and the smurks where very hurtful.

After my first baby, I got smaller....thank god!!!!
2nd baby make me pretty much normal size.

Thanks for sharing all these...as much as I tried to bury alot of the pain I experienced by all the teasing, I feel like I didn't really get my closure until I had actually spoken with these guys again. I think the "ghosts" (as someone else referred to it as) finally disappeared.

Even though it was nice to hear the 'I'm sorry'-whether sincere or not, it will never take back the pain I felt, the number of times I cried when I came home from school, the days I stayed home from school and the number of times I looked in the mirror and wondered if there was truth in what they were saying to me.

Yep. Grade school through high school. I was short and skinny with no athletic talent, so it was just "let's pick on the little guy" all the time. Being a Prince fan didn't help the situation. Hell, I didn't even get an invitation to my 5-year high school reunion. Only the elite got invitations, I think.

College was a 180 degree turn, though.

SexLovely said:

Me too! Then the EMT showed me how to use the condom properly.

In grade school I was teased for being chubby, intelligent and red-headed. In junior high and high school I was teased for being in theatre and dressing kooky (I was quite the alterna-teen). In junior high I was called a "spook" and in high school I would get pushed around by jock guys for wearing plaid tights, of all things. I don't even think I looked all that crazy, I just had a different fashion sense. It was very, very weird, however, when I came to my senior year after Nirvana and Pearl Jam hit the mainstream and the same girls that previously pretended they didn't know who I was even though I sat next to them in a class would ask me about where I got my shoes, tell me how cute my boyfriend was and ask me what First Avenue was like. Whatever.

CarrieMpls said:

Red-headed!!!???

This thread is kinda depressing huggin all you guys

I have so many horrible experiences that I'll keep to myself- but it hurts my heart to know so many of you share this with me. I love you all- YOUR ARE MY PEERS!

CarrieMpls said:

yeah, i was teased for my taste in music, for having big hair (not the 80's kind of big hair, the natural kind of ig hair), dressing strange, and telling people to fuck off. clare fisher's character from six feet under reminds me of myself when i was in high school. i was real acidic. things got better by the end of junior year and for senior year. part of that is because my high school is so big that you can be made fun of by a group of people but still have your own group to hang with.

JasmineFire said:

Yup, me too. I always had tons of friends, there were just always a bunch of assholes who were mean too.

CynthiasSocks said:

Co-sign I have alot of bad memories that I dont want to share, but I feel for all of you becuase I was once there. I know alot of them wouldnt treat me the same if they saw me now. Im still the same person, I just look alot different (not the whole Jenny Jones look @ me now type of way either LOL!).

Teased? More like ridiculed and harrassed.

Aerogram said:

For what?

LittlePill said:

Take your pick... I was an hard of hearing visually impaired bookworm loner-type.

Aerogram said:

awww...