Lovelyish

Of course I was bullied, I was a band geek to the max. But I guess my laid back personality didn’t let the bullying get to me so nobody really messed with me too much.

I was ignored from 1st grade until 11th grade when I switched schools. I didn’t talk to my peers for nearly 10 years.  Looking back I realize some of the things said to me were condescending and insulting, but at the time I didn’t know it. 

Yeah, I was. I had really thick skin though!

Everyone was bullied whether they knew it or not. Mine ended up on “Queen Bees” (television show), and I actually rooted for her to come through and win. 

yup. but i came out ok.

Yeah, I was bullied from the age of about nine through to eighteen. I was happy in primary school, but when I moved to a pretty exclusive private school, I was bullied until I left. Nothing physical, but I was either ignored or insulted by everyone. Things got a little better in my final two years when a few of the bullies changed schools, but I was never comfortable around my peers again.

I went to a jr high school for 7th grade but it dissolved when I got to 8th grade. So everyone had to go back to their sending districts, which meant losing a lot of the new friends I had made. I didn’t fit in with my peers in 8th grade and people picked on me for being academically and musically successful. I just couldn’t make friends, especially when someone started spreading nasty rumors about me having an inappropriate relationship with a teacher I spent a lot of time with…

Luckily things got a lot better when I got to high school and back with my friends from 7th grade =)

Yeah.. but, I put it behind me.

I was for a while in junior high school.  But I moved from florida to tennessee for high school and no one messed with me here.

Yeah, until I learned some curse words and became quite violent towards my bullies, and then they never screwed with me again.

In the 5th grade boys called me “bison.” In 5th and 6th grade the “popular” kids I was friends with dropped me as friends (good thing I had another group of friends as well!) and they probably did make fun of me but I just don’t remember it. I was never really made fun of after elementary school though, at least not to my face. I know that in jr high I was pressured to not be friends with a girl whom everyone mocked (new school, only like two friends), but I don’t remember being bullied. I actually remember that most of the students were really nice to everyone even if they weren’t friends. And then in high school, I do know that one kid, I didn’t even know him personally, thought down on me and my friends because we were the “goth/emo/scene” kids but I don’t ever remember being bullied about it. I was never bullied for the lame or geeky stuff I did, such as band or other music clubs in elementary (like handbell choir and normal choir). While I got over the bullying eventually, I never did feel comfortable about my weight because it was something that had been “targeted” by others prior to the 5th grade, but I wouldn’t have called it bullying, they were just remarks (in kindergarten a classmate said I looked pregnant, sometime in middle or late elementary a kid remarked that I looked  bigger than my age or something along those lines). I do still struggle with my weight, but I feel comfortable with myself now, especially since I’m actually trying to get down to a healthy weight – goal of about 130-140, I think I’m 150-160 now (gained weight when I stopped working out, at my heaviest I was close to 200)

I bullied myself before anyone had the chance. Allow me to explain:

In kindergarten, I had a pump attached to me for medical reasons. Before the talk about it started, I came in and was like look at my pump and my scars (from surgeries) and lifted my shirt to show everyone. They didn’t make fun of me for it because I was so cool about it.

In middle school I would make jokes about how short I am… like….. if someone dropped something on the floor I’d say Oh I’ll get it… I mean, I’m much closer to the ground than you are anyway.”

In high school things were different… I did work study so I left at 10:30 every day. I was more concerned with my plans for college and other future things, so I didn’t really waste my time talking to people except for a few people I’ve managed to stay friends with over the years.

So, I guess… I wasn’t really bullied. And I’m too outgoing and have a crazy personality that it never mattered anyway. If you said something about me, I wouldn’t be afraid to ask you to stand up and throw down… 99% of the time I didn’t plan on fighting and I didn’t even have to… just the threat of knowing I will stand up to them shot down a lot of people.

It was one person, during middle school.

His name was Zac… he was rich… and he was adopted. I had a friend who was twice my size and a best friend who was about the same size as me.

Every day, he would say my name, and I would look over. He would come stand right in front of me, look down at me, and tell me, “You’re FAT.” He said it so hatefully. It was like his words were filled with venom and he spit them at me. It hurt my feelings daily. I wouldn’t respond, but I would sometimes get teary-eyed when he walked away.

The meanest and most hurtful thing I could have ever said to him wasn’t about his acne or his cracking voice, but would have been, “You’re ADOPTED. You weren’t wanted.” I never said it, though, because I would never do something to hurt another person’s feelings.

I never got picked on after that– not by another person for another thing. His words still haunt me to this day, anyway.

@AbnormalButSane@xanga - That sounds pretty much exactly like me.  If people ever talked to me, it was only to ask if they could copy my homework (and I always said yes because I was too shy and nonconfrontational to say no).  I regret doing that but I probably helped some of them pass the  5th through 8th grades.

Mostly people ignored me.  I think I graduated with some people who barely knew my name, and I only graduated in a class of 97 people.  I usually wasn’t directly bullied, but sometimes I could tell people were talking about me amongst themselves and giggling.  I was fat, smart, and first chair clarinet so I was kind of a target.  The most hurtful direct incidents were probably when my “best friend” dumped me at the start of middle school because I was too fat and I was influencing her to gain weight (her words).  Also there was a kid that incessantly picked on me all through 7th grade, and to this day I have no idea why he singled me out.  I never fought back.  He called me a fat whore one time in choir class…it was like I was mute, I just had no idea how to retort so i said nothing.  At least I didn’t cry about it until I got home.

However, I no longer care what other people think and realize that it doesn’t matter unless it’s my boss or someone whose opinion I value and respect, like my family or my fiance.  I have developed the outlook that everybody else can think what they want, and that is a blessing.  A lot of people never learn to just not let it bother them.

Yes. I avoided people. Still do, really.

Every day. I still can’t trust my peers.

@hot_metalhead@xanga - woah…I like you…you’re like my twin! I was fat, smart, and first chair clarinet too!

I was the popular cheerleader type through school (I went into home schooling my 2nd year of high school) but I wasn’t ever a bully. Actaully I got into a fight for stepping into a situation where a kid in a walker was being pushed around (literally). I told them to pick on someone there own size and the girl lunged at me and instead of backing down I basically beat her. All her friends stood in shock and none of them wanted to be next and scattered.

I was suspended, but given permission to continue my activities in sports because of WHY I did it.

My niece is going to be 13 this year, and she is NOTHING like my sister and I were, my niece gets bullied a lot and it is new territory for my sister and I. Neither one of us know exactly how to handle it to make her feel better. I just try to support her and be as positive as I can.

No, I was always the popular girl. I did have the whole “frenemies” thing to deal with because of that though. The girls I was friends with sometimes turned on my in some weird jealous way and got really mean, but I was never in a place where it would have mattered. In the end they always came out looking like idiots. I never bullied anyone, either. My school was small and we tried to include everyone. I was president of student council so being mean to people wouldn’t have been an option even if I wanted to.

@Semper_medusa@xanga - Hah, I can’t trust anyone, either. I’m 21 years old and I’m convinced everyone hates me all the time.
I was ugly, fat, and just really weird when I was in elementary school so I was made fun of pretty bad. I really never noticed at the time, though. I just thought it was all funny rainbows and butterflies. My parents split up when I was eight and I changed schools, then people pretty much ignored me for a long time. My dad’s new girlfreinds daughter was in my class and hung out with me sometimes, but she was usually too embarassed by me to let other people know we hung out.
Then I met some new friends finally, and they were always really mean to me too. One girl hated me for “stealing her best friend” and hated me for years. During grade eight she beat me up (but of course not badly enough for anyone to notice so I could get help), made fun of me and poured Mr. Noodles powder in my hair. I was convinced they were my best friends and did everything to make them like me, but they were mean to me for years.
In grade 9 I was the first emo/scene kid in my town and I got made fun of again – but at that point I was broken and heartless and didn’t care anymore. I just tried harder and harder to be different and prove them wrong.
And then they just mostly started ignoring me or dealing with me.

Aaaaaaaaaaand now tha’ts lead me to being 21 years old, friendless, socially awkward and inept, and paranoid by everyones intentions. yay.

Yeahhh… I was bullied quite frequently. It all started in Middle School, progressed into High School and happened less by my Senior year. Got into many fights while in Middle School, went through a lot of suspensions finally leading up to an expulsion. Took my freshman year home-schooling… Decided it wasn’t for me. Went back to school. Got into a few more fights and then things started to calm down but I had no friends. I began to let go of my anger and started not caring but my grades began failing. At the time, I was depressed intertwined with anger towards my peers and was having panic attacks everyday so I stared walking alone. Weight lifting and bodybuilding was my new best friend that helped carry me through. It taught me the importance of self-reliance and gave me physical strength. Finally, by senior year things were starting to get better. I ended up after graduation with two close friends and social anxiety disorder. It was rough but I made it… Two years later, I’m doing much better with less anxiety and more friends. I think going through High School made me into a stronger person.

@thatkyliegirlx@xanga -  I know exactly how you feel.

@thatkyliegirlx@xanga - me too.

I was bullied so much from grades 4-7. I was also picked on a bit through highschool, but it wasn’t consistant with elementary school. People physically hurt me. One time 2 girls and 3 guys followed me home for no real reason because this one girl wanted to beat me up. They threw rocks at me (none hit me though) and tried to get into my house. At that point I had a snow ball made into ice (If I needed it) and threw it at one of the girls face really hard then they stopped. I was in grade 6 at the time. A guy in grade 5 hit me in the neck with a bag that had a few text books in it. Plus many many many name calling I got in a bunch of fights through out highschool, and that could be why most of the bullying stopped then. I didn’t bully people, but I made people afraid of me, so they wouldn’t mess with me.

I really hate bullies and wish they can think of the damage they can cause people before they bully them..

My grandpa told me I was apparently bullied by these girls when I was in the first grade, but I don’t remember that happening. After I moved and switched schools, I wasn’t bullied anymore. People mostly ignored me since I was (well, am still) so quiet.

yeah in 6th grade girls thought it was funny to pick on me and would pull out strands of my hair and throw my stuff around. I was really upset but too shy to do much about it and then, being the idiot that I was XD, offered them chocolate along with some other girls and somehow it stopped.

killed with kindness? XD LOL

I wasn’t bullied in the primary grades. But once grade 6 started everything changed. I gained a lot of weight and my best friend started the bullying, calling my tubby, fat and all those awful names in front of everyone. My last name is waller, my nickname became the wallerus. My “friends” would pretend to be my friends and talk shit about me to each other in front of me and so eventually I just kept to myself for the rest of elementary school. High school things weren’t much better. I became known as “the ugly duckling”. I lost most of the weight I gained and became a part of the popular crowd.. I got along better with the guys and the girls didn’t like it so rumors started that I was the class whore. Everyone thought I was sleeping with all the guys. That hurt.. I had never even kissed until I was 17. This group of guys i had hung out with made me feel like i was nothing..This one guy who I knew since grade 8 started bullying me in grade 11.(we used to be very close) He’d throw shit at me, tell me I was worthless. Every would laugh. It was always the people who I was close with that would turn on me. I started to believe all these awful things everyone would say to me. I actually thought I was worthless. I found ways to release the pain I constantly felt.. An ex best friend saw scars by accident and posted online for all to see about it along with other means words about me..I confessed to my best guy friend and he told my best friend. And together thy helped me through it all. Because of all these things I had to go through growing up I am much stronger than most people I know. And I have learned to speak up for myself and others. Going through it all and knowing the pain it can cause has made me open to other people and not to judge them and to accept everyone for who they are..

I wasn’t bullied, but my kids were.  Were it up to me, I’d beat the shit out of bullies, because, at some point in their lives, they will come across somebody bigger and meaner, and life won’t be so pleasant anymore.  We have to learn how to send out signals that will tell others we won’t be messed with.  I know it’s really tough, and even tougher to tell somebody of a bullying situation, but we have to encourage our kids to tell.  Us, a teacher, a principal, a counselor, anybody, and keep telling until we get results.  Taking self defense courses doesn’t hurt either, but we have to be careful how we use that knowledge.

I was bullied. I just ignored it the best I could because nobody believed it was that bad. Then I got in high school with my sister and she saw it first hand. My parents finally pulled me out of school in grade 10, I took my GED, and moved to another state.

I was the bully. I didn’t have many friends because of it. When I was 6 I asked a girl Ashley Dame if I could twist her arm. Of course she said no but I did it anyway. When I was in 5th grade I got in a fight with a girl lori Muller and I was sent to a different school. They put me in an 8+1+1 (8 students to 2 teachers) program for behavioral kids. The same year I punched a girl Tasha Gamble and gave her a nice black and blue for about 2 weeks but the guy Curtis who she was with kicked me and sprained my finger. In 6th grade I was expelled for fighting with 3 boys Kyle McKinny, Darrel Bessy and nick myatt. I pushed Kyle out of my way and threw nick up against the wall a couple times until he hid under the teachers desk. I broke a pencil in half and tried to stab Darrel then the teacher came back in. Yeah I finished that year out on home tutoring. The following year they put me in yet another school. I did great there except for the bus ride I would constantly be telling off the bus monitor. So in 8th grade I was transferred again. 2 of the boys from 6th grade were in my class again. I dug my nails right into the back of nicks neck kind of like a mother cat does with her kittens when carrying them.  I still hate him to this day.Yup I was expelled once more and sent to home tutoring also with two months of probation. During the summer I met a guy who told me he wouldn’t date me if he had to deal with that kind of bullshit from me. So I controlled my temper much better and we’ve been together ever since. 

i think i was but it wasnt violent or physical abuse.  how did i deal with it??? by transferring to another high school and completing my last year there.  thank god my parents wouldnt let me drop out.  wise decision.