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Chowderhead wrote:I do find it interesting how the teachers are abhorring violence for the students, while "mediation" does jack gak.

That's because teachers can be sued.

I read this and think...Wow...just wow. Some of you guys have had terrible lives

Asherian Command wrote:Bullying happens. ITs sad but true.
bullying is annoying and can't be avoided. I got bullied for three years of my life, they are now friends with me after they got past the whole aussie thing.

Many things happen that are "sad but true".

We should still do our best to minimise them though. At this moment in time schools/colleges here are held in fear of parents screaming at them and making a big issue of things. I also wouldn't pin it entirely on parents, but also on teachers/lecturers. Whilst yes, I think parents should be sorting the little buggers out at home, at school they should receive consistent discipline. At a college, this is rarely the case. I've had students when I taught them ICT acting like badly behaved baboons, and when I enquire to their other lecturers on the classes behaviour, I get massively varying responses as to what's acceptable of the students.

No offence to them, but singing outloud as a class in the middle of the IT block does offend the Head of Deparment somewhat. Singing and dancing around a crowded cafeteria whilst their lecturers look on in approval also does offend the Principal.

All in all though, it's never only one reason or cause to why a student misbehaves. Not "just the teachers" or "just the parents", but usually a lot of things. Including as my mentor likes to say "Kids can be little ****s".

dogma wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:I do find it interesting how the teachers are abhorring violence for the students, while "mediation" does jack gak.

That's because teachers can be sued.

Always, always the fear.

MrDwhitey wrote:All I can really say to that matty is "Wow".

I'm not old or independant enough yet to do act on my grudge with my dad, and I probably wouldn't hit him either.

It's not as satisfying as you might think it is. I got close with my dad once, we were arguing and I shot in an picked him up, it were pretty hulk style. I had to put him down without throwing him. I think I was 16 at the time 5'4 and around 160lbs, my dads 6'1 and about 135. Since then our relationship has become much more adult. My mother is the one that coldcocked me into unconsciousness, she's 5'2 and 155. She taught me a lot or valuable lessons in life, not the least of which: Dutch mothers are evil and not to fethed with.

Chowderhead wrote:I do find it interesting how the teachers are abhorring violence for the students, while "mediation" does jack gak.

Asherian Command wrote:Bullying happens. ITs sad but true.
bullying is annoying and can't be avoided. I got bullied for three years of my life, they are now friends with me after they got past the whole aussie thing.

My lovely wife finally told one of the little girls in her Library club that if administration doesn't do anything about her bully that a sharp step to the foot arch will probably solve her problem and can look like an accident.
I love her so much.
Asherian Id probably give you endless gak too, Aussies. Only one step above the French, and somewhere at or below Canucks. Wink.

Chowderhead wrote:

Asherian Command wrote:Bullying happens. ITs sad but true.
bullying is annoying and can't be avoided. I got bullied for three years of my life, they are now friends with me after they got past the whole aussie thing.

The foreign kids in my school are revered, and get girls like it's going out of style.

I am Foreign. I was born in the states. But I was a naturalized Citizen of Australia. Then I moved back here.... for a better education system. That is it....

They didn't get it like most childern. I think this is the main reason why I don't go to social events because I feel like i might be made fun of. Thats why I only join groups that are outside of school and are not from my area.

Teenagers are ers lets face it. We can be vile, we can be as bad as an adult.

Damn it some of that goes with the other quote.

I was bullied since i started school at age 5 all the way up to when i was 16 and in year 10.

The primary school bulling was just your average name calling, occational getting pushed into mud and what not. I look back now and chuckle at myself but back then it was big deal.

When i hit year 7 (im not sure what that is in other countries... i was 13 so make your conclutions.) I ran afoul of some douche who was a few year levels above me. For 2 years he relentlessly bullied me. Made my life about as close to hell as it can get. The school wouldnt do anything because they could never catch him in the act (not that they tried very hard) and he rarely left any noticeable marks, he never hit me in the face, just in the shoulders and sometimes he would give me a shot in the spine or in the kidneys if he was having a bad day. Now this happened every day at lunch time without fail. When class broke for lunch i would try and stay in the classroom and do work for as long as possible because i knew what was coming and when i couldnt stay in the classroom any longer i would make a beeline straight for the canteen which was the one place that was constantly under teacher supervision but he would always get me. Sooner or later the teachers would switch shifts and in the minute or less bewteen he would grab me. Lunch time used to be my favourite time of the day, i always looked foward to it. My new favourite time of day is 3:30 in the afternoon. Care to hazard as to why? These guys used to do everything to me. If you can think of something a bully might do then chances are this guy and his cronies did it to me. Threw me into the urnianls in the toilets, punched and kicked, smooshed rotten food in my bag and desk, etc, etc, so on and so forth. Now im not entirely innocent here. About 6 months in i started to antagonize these guys hoping that they just might put me out of my misery. It worked to an extent i suppose.
Anyway back to bullying. One lunch time just before the end of the year Mr. Douche hunts me down and decides he sick of seeing me everyday. So after pushing me around for a few minutes he picks me up and raises me above his head (in a rather comical fasion i might add), he then drops me on this protruding knee. I think its a wrestling move called the backbreaker or something... Anyway he broke two of my ribs and the doctor said i was lucky he didnt break my spine.

Fast foward a couple of months. New year, I've switched schools and im kinda happy at this point. I've made a few new friends, in particular this one girl who happend to be the younger sister of the school meathead (I can really pick em cant i?). He didnt take the same shine to me his little sis did. So i spent the next year getting my arse kicked around the place. The teachers at this school actually did something this time and suspended him and although it didnt make much of a difference i appreaciated the effort. So one day im chatting with his sister and he comes waltzing up to me, shoves me off the chair i was sitting on and pins me against the wall, arm pinning each shoulder. Now i dont want to that i snapped coz thats just a little too cliched for my liking, but its what happend. I threw my head foward and headbutted him right in the face. He dropped me and i bapped him twice in the face while hes clutching his nose. Im not particully proud of laying him out. Now i was expecting him to stand back up and go to town on me but what he did shocked me more then the time i touched an electric fence. He stands up and says "nicely done". He says "Your an annoying little er but i respect you because you stood up for youself and you got one in on me."
We're now great friends... Dont ask why or how coz im not sure. We just are. He still threatens to kill me if i touch his sister though but its a joke threat now... i think...


Now for the sad part. That many years of torture isnt without its lasting effects. While i now have a hide as thick as a landraider thanks to years of verbal abuse it has turned me into a bit of an emotionless robot. I find it hard to keep a long lasting relationship because i dont communicate and it always appears that i dont care no matter what the situation is. People who knew me when i was little now see me as really strange and distant. Plus thanks to years of physical abuse im as skittish as a mouse. If anyone nearby makes any sudden movement i instinctively throw my hands up as if im blocking an incoming punch.

Anyway sorry for the text wall. Just thought i'd share.



Tl;dr?
I was bullied.
Now im a Necron.

Hi fellow Dakka members. I have been bullied before, and I reckon it was the worst thing that happened in my life. Every time I think back, I cry. I'm Leon and this is my story.

It happened in my primary school. It started grade 4. I was the new kid, and tried to find myself some friends. I did. But in term 3, everything started to go wrong. My friends that I made were: Richard Chen( The main bully, a slow who watches p***) Hiroto Katserwugawa (A tall japanese cigarette*** that is scared of teachers) Alan Zhang ( A person that just came from china and is very boastful) Derek He ( fat bit** that made rude jokes and comments. Watches p*** with eddie and richard) Eddie ( person that loves watching p***)
Back then, I didn't know how bad they are and made friends with them. In the 3rd term, they started ditching me, both in class and recess. Later on, they started to call me the 'unwanted bug' and say I'm just a annoying buzz in their ears. Then it got more physical, and they shoved me around, pushed me, threw stones and sticks at me. They made fun of me and called me a slave. They will lift me up and laugh at how weak I was. Especially derek, he made fun of me in the most rudest ways. They also tried dakking me in front of girls, and they even tried to shove me out of the windows in our school. It was unbearable torment to suffer it everyday at school. It got worse and worse until they even chased after me after school and hit me. When it was my birthday, I invited my other friends, and they black-mailed them, telling them to say they are coming but don't, otherwise they will bully them. It was then I cried at my birthday, just me and my parents and sisters. It was not until term 3 grade 5 my parents found out and told the school. The school couldn't do anything but give them a warning and tell them not to next time. But still they harass me, yet not over the top.

I feel like the damage has been already done. I became a shy, self-concentrated boy instead of the old self that jokes and laughs. My happy part of me is dead, and everyday I feel sad and nothing but sad. I feel old, feeble and as if life os worthless. I feel like as if I've seen it all and can never laugh again...

Leon wrote:Hi fellow Dakka members. I have been bullied before, and I reckon it was the worst thing that happened in my life. Every time I think back, I cry. I'm Leon and this is my story.

It happened in my primary school. It started grade 4. I was the new kid, and tried to find myself some friends. I did. But in term 3, everything started to go wrong. My friends that I made were: Richard Chen( The main bully, a slow who watches p***) Hiroto Katserwugawa (A tall japanese cigarette*** that is scared of teachers) Alan Zhang ( A person that just came from china and is very boastful) Derek He ( fat bit** that made rude jokes and comments. Watches p*** with eddie and richard) Eddie ( person that loves watching p***)
Back then, I didn't know how bad they are and made friends with them. In the 3rd term, they started ditching me, both in class and recess. Later on, they started to call me the 'unwanted bug' and say I'm just a annoying buzz in their ears. Then it got more physical, and they shoved me around, pushed me, threw stones and sticks at me. They made fun of me and called me a slave. They will lift me up and laugh at how weak I was. Especially derek, he made fun of me in the most rudest ways. They also tried dakking me in front of girls, and they even tried to shove me out of the windows in our school. It was unbearable torment to suffer it everyday at school. It got worse and worse until they even chased after me after school and hit me. When it was my birthday, I invited my other friends, and they black-mailed them, telling them to say they are coming but don't, otherwise they will bully them. It was then I cried at my birthday, just me and my parents and sisters. It was not until term 3 grade 5 my parents found out and told the school. The school couldn't do anything but give them a warning and tell them not to next time. But still they harass me, yet not over the top.

I feel like the damage has been already done. I became a shy, self-concentrated boy instead of the old self that jokes and laughs. My happy part of me is dead, and everyday I feel sad and nothing but sad. I feel old, feeble and as if life os worthless. I feel like as if I've seen it all and can never laugh again...

Oh, s**t. Dude, you had it tough. My advice: Just succeed in life to show them that you are better than them. How long ago was this? If it still continues, you might want to consider relocating.

We have to do bullying lessons, and now( In america) bullyingis mostly verbal, Unless mexicans jump you which dosn't happen often and you dont know the donkey-caves names, and I learned from 3rd grade when bullying[Verbal] devastated me, so I learned how to get em back. Yo momma jokes, gay jokes, etc. 8th grade, I still get teased,but im not the defenseless kid with the gut they thought I was. I can cuss my way out of a fight, as I am a pasifist. I did get in a fight with this other kid, Beaver because of his massive a** braces. The fight ended with him crying and blood gushing from the mouth, and me a little roughed up. Somehow -I- lost the fight when he called it off, and was CRYING! Whatvever his fata** quick bullying me after that. He moved at the end of 7th grade.

Wow, I can't believe a lot of the stuff you guys have been through, it's just terrible :(
My girlfriend I didn't meet until a few years ago and she had to deal with bullying her whole life. She didn't actually have one single friend until she got into high school, and by the 10th grade she couldn't take it anymore and dropped out. She said to me that she had made attempts at killing herself (Pills, mostly) because she just didn't want to have to go to school the next day, and not ever again. Whenever I think of that story I always wish that I could have been there to stick up for her... But now she has quite a lot of friends, and she's pretty damn happy with where she's at in life - so I'm definitely glad that everthing worked out in the end.

Anyway, story time.
I like to think that during my school years I always stood up for the little guy, generally if there was any fight going on I'd be the one to try and step up to the plate and call it off. I wasn't a bully, never have been and on that note I've never been a 'big' person but I knew how to defend myself, both physically and mentally. I think the fact that I was 5'9" by the time I was 16 contributed to that (I'm just over 6'1" now) but regardless - I do have a story to tell, but not from my 'own' experience.
Back in high school, there was a person in our grade called Patrick and he had some minor mental problems, he was an extremely smart kid and always nice to people and my friends and pretty much our entire grade showed the same respect. The kids in the lower years though always liked to make fun of him though, verbal abuse and little annoying things (Taking his hat and running off with it, or putting zip lock ties onto his bag - stuff like that) but the majority of the time it was the one boy with little kid syndrome. I'm sure a lot of you people had that one kid at your school(s) who was pretty puny but always tried to act tough.

Anyway, whenever this would happen people in my year would step up and tell them to back off... But sometimes people just don't learn their lesson (Of course)
I happened to be in the area when he was picking on him, he was verbally abusing him, his friends were following along laughing at his antics and all Patrick was doing was just walking to his next class, I walked up to the kid, picked him up by his collar and pushed him up against to the nearest wall, yelling in his face to back off or I'll tear him a new one. So keep in mind I'm about 5'9" at this time, and the kid was barely scraping 5 feet. I let him go and he started crying out of sheer fright (At least I imagine) being humiliated infront of his friends and ran off, needless to say his friends walked off as if they had seen nothing.
Some people might say that the approach I took would be considered bullying in a sense, but I disagree. There are just some people out in the world who will not get the point unless you physically threaten them to not do something - in this case, it was this boy.

Throughout the years he'd still get the occasional bullying from the other kids, but I'll never, ever forget our graduation. We had a video going with pictures of people in our year level and a couple of clips wound in there... Every time a picture or a clip would come up with Patrick in it, our entire year would erupt into cheering, clapping and whistling, and the same thing happened when he walked up on stage to accept his graduation certificate. After everyone had gotten their certificates and photos done with family we all did a group shot just piled around - with Patrick square in the middle of everyone, arms around the closest two people with the biggest smile on his face. I love that photo so much, I still have it on my computer.
I still keep in contact with Patrick every now and again, and last time I spoke to him he had completed his course in I.T. and is now working full time for a university, and couldn't be happier with where he's at now.

Sorry that the story kind of got a bit off track, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.

While I've mostly blocked out the gakky memories of my school life, I will say that bullying made me become a master of improvised weapons.

I had a lunch box with a long shoulder strap and very solid bottom, made a fantastic nondescript flail.

Leon wrote:Hi fellow Dakka members. I have been bullied before, and I reckon it was the worst thing that happened in my life. Every time I think back, I cry. I'm Leon and this is my story.

It happened in my primary school. It started grade 4. I was the new kid, and tried to find myself some friends. I did. But in term 3, everything started to go wrong. My friends that I made were: Richard Chen( The main bully, a slow who watches p***) Hiroto Katserwugawa (A tall japanese cigarette*** that is scared of teachers) Alan Zhang ( A person that just came from china and is very boastful) Derek He ( fat bit** that made rude jokes and comments. Watches p*** with eddie and richard) Eddie ( person that loves watching p***)
Back then, I didn't know how bad they are and made friends with them. In the 3rd term, they started ditching me, both in class and recess. Later on, they started to call me the 'unwanted bug' and say I'm just a annoying buzz in their ears. Then it got more physical, and they shoved me around, pushed me, threw stones and sticks at me. They made fun of me and called me a slave. They will lift me up and laugh at how weak I was. Especially derek, he made fun of me in the most rudest ways. They also tried dakking me in front of girls, and they even tried to shove me out of the windows in our school. It was unbearable torment to suffer it everyday at school. It got worse and worse until they even chased after me after school and hit me. When it was my birthday, I invited my other friends, and they black-mailed them, telling them to say they are coming but don't, otherwise they will bully them. It was then I cried at my birthday, just me and my parents and sisters. It was not until term 3 grade 5 my parents found out and told the school. The school couldn't do anything but give them a warning and tell them not to next time. But still they harass me, yet not over the top.

I feel like the damage has been already done. I became a shy, self-concentrated boy instead of the old self that jokes and laughs. My happy part of me is dead, and everyday I feel sad and nothing but sad. I feel old, feeble and as if life os worthless. I feel like as if I've seen it all and can never laugh again...

Hey, Leon I sent some bullying advice in your OT thread I think you should read it. Let me know if you have anymore questions.

I was bullied a lot in elementary school. Only white kid, taller and fatter than anyone else in the school.

Everyday I had to hear something about my appearance then there was the occasional family insult. "Your mom is a slut.", "Your family is trash." That one was the most amusing, in reality it was quite the opposite. And a long list of other things.

I would have things thrown at, wet pieces of paper, soda cans, rocks, etc.

My parents talked to the teacher about this and said she would handle it. She never did.

I skipped many days of school to avoid the humiliation and torment of some of those kids.

One day a kid and his little toadies stole my pokemon cards. He said if I wanted them back I had to fight him for it on a Friday after school near the "Big Tree".

I agreed. Never been in a fight up until that point. I was nearly twice his size, but he had his little gang with him.

I guess you could say I may have snapped the night before. I put in a led pipe into my backpack and a can of my friend's father's pepper spray which he "borrowed" (He was a cop).

That day of the fight I didn't bother trying to talk to them. I walked up, peppered all 3 of them and beat them relentlessly with the led pipe. Took back what was mine and found a pocket knife in one of their bags. Threw that in the sewer along with their text books and other personal items.

Never been bullied since then. 2 of my friends and I were suspended for duct tapping a kid to a chair in the janitors closet for making fun of the special education students in our high school.

What are Pokemon cards. Is it at all like Pogs?

It's funny as the wargame-playing theater kid I've really never been seriously bullied, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't react well to it.
Hell, I get defensive when people even jokingly take my stuff, like "OLOLOL Is this yours? Mine now! HAHAHA *hands back*"
I don't really know why, but I seem like recently I've become very physically paranoid and aware of everything everyone does to the point where I find it almost impossible to break the touch barrier and such.
My philosophy's pretty simple, really. All's in good fun, but you start being a scum-sucking belligerent dill weed at me for no reason and you're going to get a right hook right in the face. I don't need to put up with anyone's gak.

AustonT wrote:What are Pokemon cards. Is it at all like Pogs?

Cracked.com has a surprisingly good article on how to deal with bullying.

http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-bad-ideas-dealing-with-bullies-you-learned-in-movies/

Avatar 720 wrote:
2 And a half years after I left compulsory education, I still experience common involuntary movements whenever someone raises their arm or their hand near me, or when someone is throwing something even partially in my direction and i'm not participating in anything (tennis, basketball and things are fine, since I know I can just hit the ball back, or i'm meant to catch it, but if someone throws it to someone next to me or behind me, my instinct is 'cower').

This.

I get this too. People are weirded out by it. They can't seem to understand despite my slightly "aggressive" outward appearance (a rather well built, tall and shaven headed individual) I've not always looked like that and my puppy dog like demeanor will always take centre stage.

I'm goddamn 27 years old and yet this is still an involuntary reaction to things that happened over 10 years ago. My friends just don't understand it, being bullied practically every year of my school life for being a little... different and going against the grain (incidentally the ladies found it charming when I was at Uni. Go figure). It IS incredibly annoying, esp. with women, who in general have a predilection for touching and I will flinch sometimes if my arm is touched unexpectedly.

Thanks bullies you've fethed up my life with this.

I have been bullied but I have stood up for myself and fought back.

Leon wrote:Hi fellow Dakka members. I have been bullied before, and I reckon it was the worst thing that happened in my life. Every time I think back, I cry. I'm Leon and this is my story.

It happened in my primary school. It started grade 4. I was the new kid, and tried to find myself some friends. I did. But in term 3, everything started to go wrong. My friends that I made were: Richard Chen( The main bully, a slow who watches p***) Hiroto Katserwugawa (A tall japanese cigarette*** that is scared of teachers) Alan Zhang ( A person that just came from china and is very boastful) Derek He ( fat bit** that made rude jokes and comments. Watches p*** with eddie and richard) Eddie ( person that loves watching p***)
Back then, I didn't know how bad they are and made friends with them. In the 3rd term, they started ditching me, both in class and recess. Later on, they started to call me the 'unwanted bug' and say I'm just a annoying buzz in their ears. Then it got more physical, and they shoved me around, pushed me, threw stones and sticks at me. They made fun of me and called me a slave. They will lift me up and laugh at how weak I was. Especially derek, he made fun of me in the most rudest ways. They also tried dakking me in front of girls, and they even tried to shove me out of the windows in our school. It was unbearable torment to suffer it everyday at school. It got worse and worse until they even chased after me after school and hit me. When it was my birthday, I invited my other friends, and they black-mailed them, telling them to say they are coming but don't, otherwise they will bully them. It was then I cried at my birthday, just me and my parents and sisters. It was not until term 3 grade 5 my parents found out and told the school. The school couldn't do anything but give them a warning and tell them not to next time. But still they harass me, yet not over the top.

I feel like the damage has been already done. I became a shy, self-concentrated boy instead of the old self that jokes and laughs. My happy part of me is dead, and everyday I feel sad and nothing but sad. I feel old, feeble and as if life os worthless. I feel like as if I've seen it all and can never laugh again...

Well your thread is locked so I'll just post my response here:

"Some words of advice first off when someone bullies you the best thing to do is to show no reaction to them whatsoever bullies love to see dramatic reactions the more boring you are to them the less likely

they'll enjoy making you miserable. Think of bullies as internet trolls, trolls are deliberately trying to cause inflammatory remarks in order to get attention just like bullies, so don't feed the trolls or in this case the

bullies. Second, watching porn does not make someone a slow there's some good stuff out there. Thirdly, for some people life doesn't get real good until there 30's you're still young so don't worry too

much about what's happening now in a few years you'll probably go through several dramatic life changes in a such a short amount of time anyways, the friends I started out with in high school are completely

different than the ones I ended with. Here's to hoping for the best."

This isn't really a bullying incident as it was more a bullies getting brayed. Year 7 of school. There was this chav who though he was git hard and made fun of and bullied people. And my friend really hated him so after a while they both got into a fight. The chav who thought he was second hardest in the year though he would walk it. Unfortunatly for him my friend ,who doesn't act hard or any thing he just is, absoloutly cracked him all over. Everyone was there too and saw him get brayed. That was 3 years ago now but my guess is that it would be the same story if they were to fight again. So now my friend is second hardest in the year and most people know it.

Another time the hardest in our year who is a chav tried to square off with our P.E teacher. And our P.E teach isn't a small man. About 200x stronger than the chav. That was last year.

I remember last year this chav who is really soft tried to be hard flicking one of my mates with an elastic band this a not in the end. After doing that he saw me and pegged it down the hill at me. I stood there solid as a rock and as he hit me admitidly I was knocked back who wouldn't have been, he was running full pelt down a steep hill. Anyway as I go to walk on I hear laughing from his chav mates and look down and what do ya' know there he is lying on his ass. It was so funny I just thought thats what you get for trying to be hard you soft s**t.

some random guy head butted me last night at a hip hop show. Broke my glasses and busted up my lip and nose



not only did the show suck, but now I have a puffy face and my glasses are effed. never again will I go to a hip hop show

I fought a lot of mexicans during High School, but that was more mutual hate between races than anything like bullying.

Second, watching porn does not make someone a slow there's some good stuff out there.

i trolololol'd

Cheesecat wrote:Cracked.com has a surprisingly good article on how to deal with bullying.

http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-bad-ideas-dealing-with-bullies-you-learned-in-movies/

Damnit cheesecay, Cracked is my addiction..... one article leads to another.
The article was really true.

Piston Honda wrote:I was bullied a lot in elementary school. Only white kid, taller and fatter than anyone else in the school.

Everyday I had to hear something about my appearance then there was the occasional family insult. "Your mom is a slut.", "Your family is trash." That one was the most amusing, in reality it was quite the opposite. And a long list of other things.

I would have things thrown at, wet pieces of paper, soda cans, rocks, etc.

My parents talked to the teacher about this and said she would handle it. She never did.

I skipped many days of school to avoid the humiliation and torment of some of those kids.

One day a kid and his little toadies stole my pokemon cards. He said if I wanted them back I had to fight him for it on a Friday after school near the "Big Tree".

I agreed. Never been in a fight up until that point. I was nearly twice his size, but he had his little gang with him.

I guess you could say I may have snapped the night before. I put in a led pipe into my backpack and a can of my friend's father's pepper spray which he "borrowed" (He was a cop).

That day of the fight I didn't bother trying to talk to them. I walked up, peppered all 3 of them and beat them relentlessly with the led pipe. Took back what was mine and found a pocket knife in one of their bags. Threw that in the sewer along with their text books and other personal items.

Never been bullied since then. 2 of my friends and I were suspended for duct tapping a kid to a chair in the janitors closet for making fun of the special education students in our high school.

You sir, are a sick hero. You're like a mix of Van Helsing and the Ateam. You beat the crap out of people for justice. Salute to you, Batman!

I was a loner that liked playing Magic.

There were a few attempts at bullying, until they realized that I wasn't A: a soft target and B: entirely sane when it came to being messed around with.

Okay my story... As most of you know I was bullied (From perivous posts.)

For 4 Years. By my best friends. They took my stuff broke it in front of me, made fun of my accent, and also my thinking. I had at the time anger management issues. I barked at them to stop. Didn't really help. Then one of my So called Best Friends, who i had known since I was 6 told them what I did for fun. (Warhammer) Made fun my drawings, and my artwork. One of them actually joked me. I faced this alone for 3 years.

I finally had a mental breakdown and couldn't talk for 3 months.

By the fourth year I had enough. I took matters to the school. The School actually did something, ever since I was a high valued student by teachers, my grades had slipped and they actually investigated it.

The kids were all pulled in one by one, and asked them what they were doing to cameron. They didn't respond. One of them cracked. And then i was finally freed in the end.

I then suffered temporary amnesia, after I had hit my head during a biking trip. I had lost the best parts of memory. The good memories, the entire 5-12 year old memories were gone. Even though my memory was so good I could recall my 6th birthday in detail if i found something that belonged to me at that time. (no joke, its a miricale but yes that is what i can do.)

I became shy after that event. I couldn't remember the faces of many people. I actually had to be reintroduced to alot of people by some people that I vaguely remembered.

To this day I can't remember much of what happened during the 4 years I had been bullied. I only remember what was left behind in a journal that I had kept. Its like reading a horror story is all i can say. (I think I might have a future in that )

In highschool it gotten better.

Met nice people. Joined Choir Everything was awesome. Swimming roles arround I hate the entire swim team, Sophomore year I quit because i don't want to depressed during the swim season. I pick up my old sport that I had done during my Freshmen before the start of swimming, Parkour. I train everyday improving myself. Parents hated it. But I loved it.

Was accused of 'stalking' a girl after i wished her a happy birthday. Even though it was on her profile.

Though I have heard rumors about what i did previously. It's stupid what people come up with. I have ignored them and now lead the road of the lone wolf. Until I met a group of musicians that actually saved me from my self destruction.

They liked me for my views and my life has gotten back on track. I finished my eagle project, and I am becoming an Eagle scout in a few months. The first of my family to receive the honor.

People began to like my sense of honor, refusing to do anything that I would consider a dishonor to my duty.

I faced death 15 times, almost died 12, and I got back up even when I should of died. For Pete's sake I land on my neck on a pipe. I utterly refuse to die. (Not a joke.)

Kinda got a reputation for helping others at my own fault. Taking the blame for other people, when i really shouldn't. Hell, nonrecognition is a form of bullying just because where I am from.

Leon remember kids are douches.

I was bullied in all parts of my life...now mind you I wasn't horribly scarred by my experiences, I wasn't beaten (not a whole lot anyway) or driven to major depression like friends and family i know who have been hazed horrifically in their years.

But I have been bullied, in elementary school days I was scrawny and had low self esteem, was the perfect target, this continued through middle school where I was teased for my lack of physical prowess and shyness. Late in middle school though I learned that sometimes all you need to escape bullying are some good friends.

Now, I'm not trying to be sappy or anything but my school friends, on in particular, saved me a lot of grief late in middle school. Early during my stay at that school (think run down, inner city, lots of poor people that go to school there...just to put it in perspective, I was one of three white kids in my homeroom class, not trying to be racist but that's how it was) I drew the ire of a group of wannabe bullies who were trying to be "gangsta" if you know the type.

Fortunately for me, earlier that year I made friends with a guy named David, his family moved here to America from the Czech republic the year before and he was just as shy and picked on as me. I ended up tutoring him for our psychology class we had together and we became good friends.

Que one day these bullies, a group of about half a dozen who camp out on a sparsely populated, hidden part of my route to my next class (it also happens to be the only way between the two classes) and wait for little old me to push around decided they were tired of just pushing me or calling me names with no results, so instead, they grab me, and put me up against a wall while the others laugh and try to figure out what to do to me. Now as much as I'd like to tell you I fought off six guys by myself that's not how it happened. The next thing I knew David had come around the corner and this kid was big alright, big enough to be one of the top wrestlers in the school. There was a confrontation, the bullies tried to intimidate David and when that didn't work one of them pulled out a switchblade and pointed it at him. David responded by grabbing the guy's wrist and twisting it until it snapped and he dropped it. I took the chance to kick one of the fethers in front of me in his nads and squirm away from the group. There was a scuffle and in the struggle David got slashed on his arm. Some teachers broke it up soon, me and David got suspensions and the bullies got expelled, a few of them even went to jouvie for carrying weapons and using them. I don't know what they would have done to me if it hadn't been for David...

Long story short, I'm not saying to use your friends to fight your battles for you but one of the tactics bullies like to use is numbers, deny them that advantage, make some good friends.

WARORK93 wrote:I was bullied in all parts of my life...now mind you I wasn't horribly scarred by my experiences, I wasn't beaten (not a whole lot anyway) or driven to major depression like friends and family i know who have been hazed horrifically in their years.

But I have been bullied, in elementary school days I was scrawny and had low self esteem, was the perfect target, this continued through middle school where I was teased for my lack of physical prowess and shyness. Late in middle school though I learned that sometimes all you need to escape bullying are some good friends.

Now, I'm not trying to be sappy or anything but my school friends, on in particular, saved me a lot of grief late in middle school. Early during my stay at that school (think run down, inner city, lots of poor people that go to school there...just to put it in perspective, I was one of three white kids in my homeroom class, not trying to be racist but that's how it was) I drew the ire of a group of wannabe bullies who were trying to be "gangsta" if you know the type.

Fortunately for me, earlier that year I made friends with a guy named David, his family moved here to America from the Czech republic the year before and he was just as shy and picked on as me. I ended up tutoring him for our psychology class we had together and we became good friends.

Que one day these bullies, a group of about half a dozen who camp out on a sparsely populated, hidden part of my route to my next class (it also happens to be the only way between the two classes) and wait for little old be to push around decided they were tired of just pushing me or calling me names with results, so instead, they grab me, and put me up against a wall while the others laugh and try to figure out what to do to me. Now as much as I'd like to tell you I fought off six guys by myself that's not how it happened. The next thing I knew David had come around the corner and this kid was big alright, big enough to be one of the top wrestlers in the school. There was a confrontation, the bullies tried to intimidate David and when that didn't work one of them pulled out a switchblade and pointed it at him. David responded by grabbing the guy's wrist and twisting it until it snapped and he dropped it. I took the chance to kick one of the fethers in front of me in his nads and squirm away from the group. There was a scuffle and in the struggle David got slashed on his arm. Some teachers broke it up soon, me and David got suspensions and the bullies got expelled, a few of them even went to jouvie for carrying weapons and using them. I don't know what they would have done to me if it hadn't been for David...

Long story short, I'm not saying to use your friends to fight your battles for you but one of the tactics bullies like to use is numbers, deny them that advantage, make some good friends.

Holy gak that is impressive. Sounds like a jason born scene!