Ahhhh it don't matter, nice to know he is getting bullied aswell, guy is a twat anyway and I know 1 person that likes him.

Jesus tap-dancing Christ, that's some serious bullying. I'll just say that I agree with what everybody else has said.

I've never been really bullied throughout high school, apart from some mild name-calling, but that hasn't really happened since about tenth grade. I used to sort of "bully" one of my friends in grades 5 & 6, but it wasn't anything serious.

Eh, learn some moves Mudokon Master and win your shit back. Bullies don't like being fucked over...there are three types of people in the world...

That sorta works.
I got bullied a lot because I was small, but I got annoyed with him and hit him in the face. Not the nose. I still hit him hard enough to knock him over and run away.
It was good finally stopping him but then I get all the crap that I hit him which they saw was bad. But, afterall, if I was to just stand there he's just keep being an idiot and annoying me. It's useless trying to explain the reason for hitting him but guess who gets all the punishment? Me.
Still, he stopped after that, after a lot of trouble with the teachers.

One of my best friends in high school was a black/Filipino guy named Anthony. There was this stupid wrestler/jock/retard hick everyone called 'Red' who hated me because his girlfriend gave me a handjob at a football game, so every time he saw me he'd call me a faggot [because that makes sense], which I thought was funny. Anthony thought it was funny as well, and so we'd laugh at Red and make the international sign for jerking off/handjobs at him every time we passed him on campus.

Well Red didn't care for that, so he started calling Anthony a 'stupid nigger' as well. Anthony didn't think this was funny. Neither did I. So one day Red calls us the usual names, and turns his back to get into his locker. Once it was opened, Anthony stepped up behind him and slammed Red's head into the closed locker next to it. Twice. When Red put his hand up, I shoved it into the frame of his open locker and slammed the door on it. A few times. Then Anthony took Red's wallet, which had a decent amount of money in it, and said, "If you're going to call me a nigger, I'm going to act like one."

Red never went to the campus cop, and the people who saw it happen never said a word. They just laughed at him. He avoided us for the rest of our time in high school. I saw him a few years after graduating. Working at a convenience store. Stocking shelves. at three in the morning.

He called me sir.

Yeah, it's unfair when stuff like that happens.

I remember in school once in an ICT lesson walking away from my computer to collect some work from the printer. I get back to my computer to find that somebody had gone onto Google images and typed gay sex into the search bar. The teacher sees it and I end up getting into trouble :(

I have never been bullied.

I was told time and time again before going into high school, "Some people will give you shit. Don't stand for it."

No one did, until about four months in. I had been waiting in the lunch line when someone jumped the queue. The guy was bigger than I, so I ignored it and just did the narkiest thing ever, and reported him.

He said he'd 'batter me' after school, which I assumed he would actually do (kids say the darnest things), now I know he'd have said it to scare me.

Of course, I didn't know that. So I punched him in the back of the head.

Weeks of animosity followed, but that was it.

I remember, my ex-girlfriend. We were being a little bit naughty. She was supposed to be seeing this boy that went to our school but he was a prick. So me and here used to go under a bridge by a river and commit adultery. We kept it hidden, until a group of friends caught us and went and told her boyfriend, He gave me all sorts of threats and stuff. I even purposely walked past him in school. He told me that he would sort me out after school. All my friends kept asking me if I would be ok and if I'd want them to stay with me for protection. I told them that he is all talk and no action and that they didn't need to protect me. As I assumed, the boyfriend never came to get me, so I was correct. All talk no action.

In middle school, the deputy headteacher gave me some advice that has stuck with me:

If someone's giving you trouble, follow these steps:

1. Ignore them.
2. If they don't stop, walk away.
3. If they follow you, hit them so hard they don't get back up.

When I went to Summer School in Grade 9 there was a kid there by the name of Joey. Joey was not very smart and constantly felt victimized despite being a mean little shit himself. At one point we walked to a nearby Sandwich shop at our lunch break and Joey got a drink. Right before we got to the school our group was roughhousing a bit and I ended up knocking the drink out of Joey's hand. Despite immediately apologizing to the little creep and offering to buy him another, he went into conniptions and would not talk to me from that point on.

Later that summer we had a police officer show up basically saying that Joey had got his ass beat and they were pinning it on me. After explaining myself the cop relented and I got the impression that Joey and his Dad would frequently pull shit like this. Nothing came of it but a dull warning and an indication of the batshit insanity that would follow.

Fast Forward to fall Grade 10, wherein I was walking home from School (all the way across the street) and I was approached by a very disshevelled looking man with the everlasting fat turd that was Joey hiding behind him. This guy was his Father, and he was drunk. He went on some insipid tirade in the middle of the street in front of countless parents and students about how 'If I was going around calling Joey a rat then Mr. Joey's dad would be sure to find out who the rat is." or something. Let it be understood that I didn't bother Joey at all in the time between speaking to the Police and encountering his drunk dad. I told him he didn't know what he was talking about and he should start acting like an adult, at which point he slithered away. The school banned him from the property and gave Joey some kind of warning.

But that wasn't enough. Sometime in early winter I was told at lunch that someone was looking for me. I thought nothing of it and went about the rest of the day the same. When school let out, I walked home as normal only to be stopped by some younger guy in the courtyard. This was Joey's cousin. He gave me some sob story about how Joey didn't have the best life and that his dad was really trying, but if I wanted to turn this into something involving my own family 'bring it on.' At this point I interrupted him, told him I could not care less about Joey or his family and that there were people actually bothering the kid at the school who he should try lecturing. I didn't want some White-Trash family fight over this little brat's spilled drink, and basically talked him down to the little pea brain he was. I later found out he;d been waiting around the school almost all day. At that point the harassment stopped.

Joey and I eventually became sort-of friends last year, I even got a few rides to work thanks to Joey, but I can never forget how malicious and bored these people must get. And how cyclical it all is. In hindsight I probably should have beat some sense into him, not that his dad wasn't doing a fine job himself.

I didn't know you dated girls as well.

Just one, before I was certain of myself. Even then at the time. I was starting to question myself and we only got together because she was highly interested in me. There were questions I needed the answers to I guess.

Doesn't really play out too well if it's a girl.

The shitstorm that followed that little interlude will stay with me for a long time.

Despite being a very obvious black sheep, I have never been subject to any serious bullying, besides a couple of slightly insulting jokes, which oddly seemed to befall on other people more often than me.

Hoping next year will be equally peaceful.

I've fought girls a few times in my life. My grandpa, who was my father figure, was all about chivalry and treating women with the utmost respect. But when I was in third grade, a fourth grade girl named Casey Minks started picking on me. I told my teacher and mom about it, and they just chuckled and said that she had a crush on me, and I should try spending time with her. Of course being in the third grade I really had no romantic interest in girls, so the idea grossed me out. When I saw her, I'd run. She'd chase. Being small and wiry, I could haul ass. Eventually she'd always corner me. At first she'd just do something like shove me down and laugh, but it escalated.

She eventually took to beating the snot out of me. Seriously. I came home with a black eye and ripped jeans, and my grandpa asked me how big the other boy had been [remember, I was always under height and weight for my age], and when I told him it was a girl, he asked if I hit her back. I told him that I hadn't, because he had told me it was never okay. He told me he was proud of taking a licking and to try to run faster or give her flowers next time.

Well, she made me eat the flowers. And bloodied my nose. This went on for weeks. Finally, I don't know who got more tired of it, me or my grandpa, but I remember him telling me, "She doesn't like you. She's doing this because she's mean, you're small, and she's getting away with it. Hit her back."

So I did. I only hit her a couple of times, but that was enough. She left me alone.


My grandpa then told me that while a man should never strike a woman out of anger, there are certain situations in which a man simply must defend himself. He explained the difference between a warranted and unwarranted ass kicking being delivered by a woman, and when to simply lie down and take it.

Years later in my last year of high school a friend had a monthly party/kegger at his house. At some point we started a fight club of sorts in which the participants would put on boxing gloves and duke it out in the back yard to settle any grievances that they didn't want to handle on campus to avoid suspension/legal consequences. Anyway, one night I squared off with this miserable prick who had been irritating me for months. He initiated the fight, but I trounced him. After the fight when the gloves were off he kept running his mouth, which was against league rules, so I slapped him and escorted him out of the party. When I got back in, his girlfriend attacked me. Badly. She tried to hit me with an empty vodka bottle but missed my head and broke it on my shoulder. I still have the scar. She then clawed my face and tried to fish-hook me. So I slapped the piss out of her, put her in a full nelson, and tossed her mangy ass out of the front door. Not my best moment.

The other broad was just some crazy coked out skank my friend was banging. I made an off-handed comment that offended her way more than it should/than I intended, and she threw a plate at me. I ducked, it hit the wall and broke. She came at me, picked up one of the pieces and started slashing at me/the air. Grazed my forehead and cut me from my hairline down into my eyebrow. No slaps that time, I just punched her in the face. Crazy bitch could have stabbed me in the neck, and turning my back on her to run didn't seem like the smartest thing to do.

Oh, the company I've kept.

In my opinion bullies are the scum of the earth, funnily enough sometimes I wonder if I am a bully towards one of my friends...I mean he really brings everything that he gets on himself but nevertheless...can you even bully a friend?

Yes. And it's one of the worse kinds because the victim feels they can't speak out or it'll jeopardise the friendship.

Being the dominant one in a friendship kicks ass, but the power shouldn't be abused.

I'm not the dominant person in the group of close friends I am in, I'm near the top but I'm not at the top. And it's not just me, so I suppose it might be bullying...but what if he deserves it because usually he's an annoying prick who we allow to be around us because he doesn't really have any other friends?

This this this

Describes like five years of my life.

Also fucked me up emotionally because I was in love with him.

Wait you received abuse or you dealt it?

Just stop letting him hang around with you. I've been in the position of both host and parasite in groups of friends, and the relationship doesn't really benefit either party.

The guy you don't really like probably doesn't have that much in common with you, so he'll keep holding you back from doing what you really want to do.

He himself will be both a) rather bored when he finally gives in to the group and goes with you to do something he's not that interested in, and b) get really miserable when you ditch him in favour of someone you like more. And I'm not talking abandoning him in the woods here, it's small scale stuff like being asked to move from his seat next to you so someone you like more can sit down. That used to happen to me a lot until I finally buggered off to find a scene that fitted me better.

Also, when he finally cottons onto the fact that your friendship was a sham it's going to really fuck up his self-confidence.

Well, we do have things in common with him, almost as much as I do any one else but it's how he acts, it isn't sociable to be seen with him and in fact it lowers our 'image' if you'll excuse that disgusting term, I don't have much of an image but keeping away from him or slagging him off improves it. I know it sounds horrible but I'm trying to be honest. I don't think we should leave him by himself because he won't have any friends at school really...I don't think. More extreme members of my group would though.

I have never abused anyone in my life.

I'm a bully magnet, or at least I used to be.

I always thought of refusal to publicly acknowledge a relationship as a form of abuse.

No particular judgement on you, school social systems are tough, but it's just not very nice.

EDIT: WoF, that's the second time you Speedy Shit'd me!

D=

I am very sorry to here that! It disgusts me that people will abuse other people who wouldn't do anything of the sort to them or any one.

I went through the same thing aswell :(

I was victim to a couple of "keggings" where someone would try and pull both your trousers and your boxers down in front of a group of people. It happened nearly all the time in P.E when everyone was wearing looser jogging bottoms/shorts. The protection to this was to tie the string as tight as you could (I didn't have this string for quite some time) and shove your hands into your pockets and grab as tight as you could to stop them being hauled down. The first one to me was feeble, by this extremely large, oafish twat while we were waiting outside the changing rooms, and he only managed to pull them down a little, and didn't get the boxers, so I was lucky. The second time I wasn't so lucky... We were playing Basketball and this evil crap came up behind me and pulled both my trousers and my boxers down. I don't know how but no one witnessed this, which I was very glad of. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. :p Because I've been a big big pussy over the years, I did nothing to defend myself, which I regret oh so much.

HAHA! For some reason I always reacted to that very very quickly and nobody ever successfully managed to get my trousers and boxers down to my ankles.

That's sort of...Weird. I don't get why that would be embarrassing. I mean you guys are all in gym and have to change in front of each other anyway, right? Or was this done in front of the girls in the class? Either way, I still think it's odd.

We never had to take our underwear off, so showing our dicks to one another wasn't a normal thing to do. :p