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So for a project I am doing in school, I need real examples of bullying. Sadly, my friends are either pacifists or are to nice to do anything wrong, so I come to you.

I would like descriptions of any events of social cruelty that you wish to share. These could be posted on the thread, or if they are personal, can be sent to me via PM. Any help I can get will be appreciated.

This is to help a group to stop social cruelty (Bullying, harrasment) at our school, which is about as ignorant as you get. The more popular you are, the more introverted you become with your own group. Somehow, I am near the middle, so I fit in with everyone. (Mostly).

Once again, anything would be helpful.

Farting in an elevator and blaming your wife.

Khornholio wrote:Farting in an elevator and blaming your wife.

Well, that was... Somewhat expected. Noted, Khornholio. I just have to spin this into some form that doesn't make people laugh.

I'm not really sure what your asking chowderhead, surely you have at some point seen social cruelty?

If not I don't quite know how to describe it, it's just so fundamental in my existence that I blank it.

corpsesarefun wrote:I'm not really sure what your asking chowderhead, surely you have at some point seen social cruelty?

If not I don't quite know how to describe it, it's just so fundamental in my existence that I blank it.

It's bullying. One social group insulting another.

Urm, why do you need examples? can't you just make some up?

I'm currently at Uni, and have a wonderful example for you.

It's the time of the year where students look to rent houses from landlords for the start of next year. I have a female dominated friend-group (3 guys, 7 girls). Out of these, only one female member has an issue with me, for reasons unknown. Therefore, she puts considerable effort into excluding me, and by the extension the other two guys by creating 'girl only' events. This has peaked by her taking strong steps to renting a 'girl only' house for next year. She has been successful, apart from one girl who was my friend long before University, and who thinks the exclusion of the lads is inexcusable. Granted, the group would have had to split up into different groups regardless, but this was a clear and mediated act of social cruelty. I am now going to have to go out of my way to retain my friendship with this group, as I doubt much attempt to contact my (as yet undetermined) house will occur. Yay. /bitterness

Hope that helps!

corpsesarefun wrote:Urm, why do you need examples? can't you just make some up?

That's not the point of the experiment. These are for real-life examples for a class that the whole school will take in about 2 months. We (the student teachers) have been asked to ask our friends about these experiences. As the OP states, my friends are saints. I need real examples. And everyone on the internet is my friend. Right?

Ok, this may sound a little strange but the only fights I ever got into as a child had to do with the bullying of mentally handicapped kids. The fights were always in the defense of said children but were far from noble and looking back I am not proud.

Our elementary school is one of three in our town, but ours was the only one equipped to handle special ed kids (mentally handicapped, dumb as a box of bricks, spazzes, abused, and other socially inept kids). Since we had all the "special" kids at our school each classroom room in any given grade had several of these kids in the class.

Even if you were not popular had no friends and had loads of social awkwardness you could feel like a part of the group by teasing these kids. I did, I was not the ringleader nor did I enjoy it, in fact I didn't even know why everyone was making fun of these kids and provoking them into fits of "slow rage." All i knew was that I wanted to fit in and by teasing these kids I was fitting in.

In every grade there was 4 classes of students each with their own small population of special ed kids. The quickest way to start a fight on the playground when all the classes went to recess at the same time was to make fun of a special ed kid from another class.

While it was acceptable and expected for you to make fun of the special ed kids in your class, it was taboo to make fun of another classes punching bag. Doing so would result in a "fight" of sorts. Since few of us really knew how to fight (A 1st grader is not proficient with his fists) the rumble would mostly consist of hair pulling, wrestling, shoving, spitting, and swearing (if you knew how).

I went to public school very briefly in Gainesville, a small Texas town. There was only one openly gay student in the junior high/high school and you knew he was very quickly because people would yell "cigarette!" and other things very loudly when he would walk down the hall. It was such to the point that I was afraid to say anything to him for fear of association, though there were a few times we were walking down the halls near each other during classes when no one was around and I would talk to him. He later thanked me for talking to him even though I never did it near anyone because I was too chicken. The only person I ever saw stand up for him was an outspoken Christian who's main reply was "what has he done to you?" He hit a point where he started antagonizing anyone who treated him badly and a few fights broke out, but he graduated and left that crappy town as quickly as possible. Hope that helps. If you need any more details feel free to PM me.

Well, if you want to see social cruelty, just pick a highschool. It doesn't matter wich. And just sit there during recess.
If you observe well, you could have written a page full.

Somehow Highschool is the pinnacle of this.

But to give you some examples i picked up from school.

There was a girl, who liked a boy very much. The boy wasn't really in to her, but never let her know.
One day she decided to take "pictures" of herself. Because the boy asked it.

The next day there were flyers everywhere. With those pictures of her. Saying she was a.... well you know.
Suddenly that boy was one of the cool kids.

Two weeks later she transferred to a other school.

if you want I can give more. My school wasn't really the nicest one around.

Hmm bullying let me see ah yes.

A long time ago at least 3 years ago, I was bullied on the fact of Having a different accent than anyone else, and sounding weird. So people every time I spoke forced me to lose my accent and I know have one of the worst sounding accents of all time. It basically was everyday, people would stop me mid way and tell me to rephrase over and over and over again. And they now regret me losing it...

Year 7 of High School:
Having been diagnosed with Osgood Schlatters Disease during primary school (which killed my tennis hopes dead) I was unable to participate in P.E. Everyone else wanted to know why, and those of you who know the disease will know that there are no (or few, but none in my case) aesthetic differences to the joints of a healthy person (skin side).

This led people to 'test' my illness, which was affecting my right knee, namely by tripping me up so I fell onto it or kicking it. Of course, they never got punished because my school was crap with that stuff.

This carried on into Year 8:
As well as the problem with people kicking my knee in, i now had to put with people who noticed how skinny I was. I was labelled (for some reason the word is deleted by dakka; it's an eating disorder beginning with A), which basically became my unofficial nickname. My weight also came into play, with people picking me up randomly and shouting about how light I was.

In year 9:
The knee-kicking eased, and something else took its place in the form of a guy who thought it was funny to torment me every day I was there. He pulled my trousers down on a school trip (he got told off for it, nothing more) and became the first person to have bullied me to recieve a real punishment when he made the mistake of picking a class with a teacher who actually liked me to throw a large textbook at the back of my head.

Despite being right behind me, he missed my head and neck, and instead struck my upper back and part of my chair, but it was enough to make people turn around. Unfortunately for him, the teacher turned as he threw it. He eventually got expelled.

Year 10 wasn't as bad. but I was in such a huge pit of depression that it affected my health and hygiene, which sparked a war with one person who thought it was funny to shout "EURGH!" as I walked past and run around telling people to get away from me. Add having food thrown at you on a daily basis into the mix and it led to my first real act of violence, as I got so mad I just turned and kicked him to the floor.

This persisted into year 11:
This was almost as bad as year 7 in terms of the stress put on my and my mental state. The food throwing was bad, but what was worse came at the end, when I had my heart well and truely smashed to pieces by someone who either sent out false signals and didn't understand when I said I liked her until a month later, or purposefully tried to lead me on.

Either way, that sent me into another sprial of depression that still hasn't really ceased since it happened in 2009. What makes it worse is that I still, somehow, love her.

So yeah, that was my High School life. It garnered a total of 2 attempted suicide attempts and several trips to a psychiatrist as wlel as many days spent in my bed refusing to go in and nights spent crying myself to sleep; and probably has left a permenant scar in my mind.

It's purely because of High School that I believe in looking out for myself, and myself only, because gievn the chance, anyone would gladly be helped up by an outstreched arm, only to push you down in return.

Thank you all for your answers. As a token of good faith, I'll throw one in their myself.

I have Ulcerative colitis, a horrid disease that holes to appear in your digestive lining. One symptom of this disease is blood in the stool if a diet of certain foods is not kept. When this fact got out, the school became a wildfire of activity about ways to make fun of me. The most obvious was to call me bad names, but my school went one step beyond.

In every class I had, there would be a child who had a red and brown notecard. Whenever I would go to the bathroom, the child would snicker, hold up the card, and all except me, who was out of the room, hearing the laughter, would laugh.

Another fun little game that they played was to grab my lunchbox, turn it inside out, and throw away all the food. Their reasoning to this? "Felsi can't eat that, it will make him POOP BLOOD!!" This last part, of course, was shouted across the cafeteria, gaining many a laugh. It has gone down over the past 2 years, but sadly, the target has changed to one of my good friends, who has diabetes. She is skinny like a twig, and kids would buy the candy bars from the lunchroom, and pelt her with these sweets. She would tear up, and all the kids would come back to get their bars, saying that "We shouldn't give these to Twiggy, here, because she would die!" This would get another laugh.

Easily the worst offense would be my gay friend. Like Cannerus, I live in a very homophobic area. When me and him are talking, the donkey-caves, also known as jocks, would walk up to us and proclaim "Hey (Bundles of sticks), why don't you two just get a room and feth eachother." My temper is small, and usually I will punch the cheeky bastard right in his god-damned smile.

That's my story. It kinda feels good to get this in the open.

Avatar 720 wrote:Year 7 of High School:
Having been diagnosed with Osgood Schlatters Disease during primary school (which killed my tennis hopes dead) I was unable to participate in P.E. Everyone else wanted to know why, and those of you who know the disease will know that there are no (or few, but none in my case) aesthetic differences to the joints of a healthy person (skin side).

This led people to 'test' my illness, which was affecting my right knee, namely by tripping me up so I fell onto it or kicking it. Of course, they never got punished because my school was crap with that stuff.

This carried on into Year 8:
As well as the problem with people kicking my knee in, i now had to put with people who noticed how skinny I was. I was labelled (for some reason the word is deleted by dakka; it's an eating disorder beginning with A), which basically became my unofficial nickname. My weight also came into play, with people picking me up randomly and shouting about how light I was.

In year 9:
The knee-kicking eased, and something else took its place in the form of a guy who thought it was funny to torment me every day I was there. He pulled my trousers down on a school trip (he got told off for it, nothing more) and became the first person to have bullied me to recieve a real punishment when he made the mistake of picking a class with a teacher who actually liked me to throw a large textbook at the back of my head.

Despite being right behind me, he missed my head and neck, and instead struck my upper back and part of my chair, but it was enough to make people turn around. Unfortunately for him, the teacher turned as he threw it. He eventually got expelled.

Year 10 wasn't as bad. but I was in such a huge pit of depression that it affected my health and hygiene, which sparked a war with one person who thought it was funny to shout "EURGH!" as I walked past and run around telling people to get away from me. Add having food thrown at you on a daily basis into the mix and it led to my first real act of violence, as I got so mad I just turned and kicked him to the floor.

This persisted into year 11:
This was almost as bad as year 7 in terms of the stress put on my and my mental state. The food throwing was bad, but what was worse came at the end, when I had my heart well and truely smashed to pieces by someone who either sent out false signals and didn't understand when I said I liked her until a month later, or purposefully tried to lead me on.

Either way, that sent me into another sprial of depression that still hasn't really ceased since it happened in 2009. What makes it worse is that I still, somehow, love her.

So yeah, that was my High School life. It garnered a total of 2 attempted suicide attempts and several trips to a psychiatrist as wlel as many days spent in my bed refusing to go in and nights spent crying myself to sleep; and probably has left a permenant scar in my mind.

It's purely because of High School that I believe in looking out for myself, and myself only, because gievn the chance, anyone would gladly be helped up by an outstreched arm, only to push you down in return.

Woah.......Felt sympathetic until the end....it made me a little angered.....I would never if you allow me to use 'bite the hand that feeds me'. Hell, I've had a few people come to me with advice and talk about their problems. so no.....not everyone is as bad as you believe.


Have you tried forcing yourself not to like this girl? its worked for me on one girl I liked, but so far for the current....won't seem to work.......


Edit: I also like to look at the fact that, I feel intimidating in appearance that most people wouldn't even think about pushing me down if I offered to help them up.

and I don't even really think I'm that intimidating.

I'm not out for sympathy. Chowder asked for examples and I gave them.

I will always look out no1 (me) first, even if that means assuming everyone is against me. It doesn't mean i'll stare blindly as someone begs for help as they lie bleeding in a gutter, it simply means that i'm prepared to dump the guy back down if he turns on me.

I cannot trust anybody to the same degree that I used to anymore; far too many people have shattered the trust I put in them, and i'm not prepared to live my life being betrayed because I trusted people too much.

Well when I say Sympathy, I mean more of as I read "awe thats sad".....and thats actually saying something for myself, I Usually don't care when someone gets in pain or is suffering....but thats usually because they did something incredibly stupid or deserved it.



Fair dos....its just the way it was worded before that made me think that was what you meant.

Avatar 720 wrote:Year 7 of High School:
Having been diagnosed with Osgood Schlatters Disease during primary school (which killed my tennis hopes dead) I was unable to participate in P.E. Everyone else wanted to know why, and those of you who know the disease will know that there are no (or few, but none in my case) aesthetic differences to the joints of a healthy person (skin side).

This led people to 'test' my illness, which was affecting my right knee, namely by tripping me up so I fell onto it or kicking it. Of course, they never got punished because my school was crap with that stuff.

This carried on into Year 8:
As well as the problem with people kicking my knee in, i now had to put with people who noticed how skinny I was. I was labelled (for some reason the word is deleted by dakka; it's an eating disorder beginning with A), which basically became my unofficial nickname. My weight also came into play, with people picking me up randomly and shouting about how light I was.

In year 9:
The knee-kicking eased, and something else took its place in the form of a guy who thought it was funny to torment me every day I was there. He pulled my trousers down on a school trip (he got told off for it, nothing more) and became the first person to have bullied me to recieve a real punishment when he made the mistake of picking a class with a teacher who actually liked me to throw a large textbook at the back of my head.

Despite being right behind me, he missed my head and neck, and instead struck my upper back and part of my chair, but it was enough to make people turn around. Unfortunately for him, the teacher turned as he threw it. He eventually got expelled.

Year 10 wasn't as bad. but I was in such a huge pit of depression that it affected my health and hygiene, which sparked a war with one person who thought it was funny to shout "EURGH!" as I walked past and run around telling people to get away from me. Add having food thrown at you on a daily basis into the mix and it led to my first real act of violence, as I got so mad I just turned and kicked him to the floor.

This persisted into year 11:
This was almost as bad as year 7 in terms of the stress put on my and my mental state. The food throwing was bad, but what was worse came at the end, when I had my heart well and truely smashed to pieces by someone who either sent out false signals and didn't understand when I said I liked her until a month later, or purposefully tried to lead me on.

Either way, that sent me into another sprial of depression that still hasn't really ceased since it happened in 2009. What makes it worse is that I still, somehow, love her.

So yeah, that was my High School life. It garnered a total of 2 attempted suicide attempts and several trips to a psychiatrist as wlel as many days spent in my bed refusing to go in and nights spent crying myself to sleep; and probably has left a permenant scar in my mind.

It's purely because of High School that I believe in looking out for myself, and myself only, because gievn the chance, anyone would gladly be helped up by an outstreched arm, only to push you down in return.

I am not going to say much but say that not all people are bad. There are Some good people out there. And I really feel so sorry for what has happened. Life can be unfair.

But your life easily makes my life of troubles look like a walk through a park, and I have gone through alot.

Just remember it is not they who make you, it is you who make yourself. You yourself must learn to let go, I am not joking, I've learned the past is the past. You need to understand that sometimes this happens and it will be there forever.

But it would be good for you to learn how to coupe with this, you need to find a way to get back up, If you have made it this far, it only means you are stronger than they say. You should not listen to others that downcast you.

For they don't know who you are, and you need to basically pull yourself out of a hole and step backwards.

Also Suicide sorry to say is never a good idea, it is something that is all about you, sorry to say that but there is other people who care for you that you may or may not know about. Suicide is not the answer, ever.

I myself have gone through the deaths of a few friends and not only that but also the death of a few family members. And being stabbed in the back by your friends. Its only taught me to get up and run faster and beat everyone in the race.

Just remember basically every human is basically the same, and society is just a bitch. The many things we have had happen to us usually make us stronger.

I really hope I am getting my point across, but the fact still remains bad experiences can only make you stronger as an individual and maybe one day you may help others.

Anyway I think I should no-longer give anymore advice.

But anyway I've got a few friends storys.
A Little while ago one of my friends went through an abosutely horrible break-up and he couldn't really cope with it. In that he felt cheated by life and such. He didn't understand anything that I said above ^. Anyway he decided he could be better and he quickly resorted to bullying and basically became a jackass, and I had to confront the bastard. Teenage drama pisses me off.... But I basically punched the guy in the face and told him, that violence and such doesn't resolve anything. He then told me I used Violence. Then I told him this, "My violence was not as violent as you think, I did it out of the goodness of my heart and to teach you a lesson, You need to cope with ideals of others and such."

I went to school with a kid that had a bruise on his brain. He was only a little slow not too bad, but just enough to notice. I was friends with his older brother so I knew him rather well. He was kind of an annoying Ahole most the time definitely didnt deserve the treatment he got. People would push him down or into the walls and then joke about "oh dont do that too hard or his brain will bleed!" "yea dont hit him man, unless you want to kill the tard" It was pretty horrible. I think the worst part was I dont think he fully understood (or it was how he delt with it) because he would just laugh it off and joke about dying. It was pretty terrible.

Well, gak. I went to a really good school. The worst we got was our swaggering arrogance and belittling 'lil kids' when we made it to Year 12. Sure there were scraps, but nothing I'd constitute as bullying. Not in our year anyhow.

KingCracker wrote:I think the worst part was I dont think he fully understood (or it was how he delt with it) because he would just laugh it off and joke about dying. It was pretty terrible.

That could also be a very sensible thing to do. By laughing at the antagonism (not crazy laugh for no reason, but laughing as if you're 'in' with the joke) it can kill the hostility of the situation. The worst you get from this is that they assume their behaviour is acceptable, which might encourage them, but ussually if they don't get a negative reaction the joke becomes tired.

I was on the receiving end of some minor taunting/bullying when I was in 2nd and 3rd grade,I was a chubby little kid and of course the more physically fit kids took me to task about it,the bullying pretty much ended when I started to stand up for myself and fight back after my Uncle told me " If you allow yourself to be an easy victim...then that is what you will be.".

Of course,as the years past,I grew exponentially in height,and my weight was no longer an issue,however due to my earlier experiences,I had developed a deep "dislike" of the " Cool/popular" crowd and what I viewed as their " heard mentality",so I purposely ostracized myself in my Jr high and Sr High years,by adopting a "punk" dress "code" and "outlook" and associating only with like minded individuals (The Metal/Punk kids at my school).

Of course during this time period,we ridiculed the "popular kids" as much,if not more as they did us,which more often than not led to them searching out "easier" targets to bully.

You could even look at the gaming crowd for examples of bullying, in regards to how people play their armies, what units they may get badgered into taking/not taking due to cries of "cheese", etc.

I was bullied for 2 years (age 13-14). The reason? I used to cry really easily when I was young, thus, your a prime target. This drove me to the point of suicide, something I never tried though cause I couldn't do that to my parents. I did however stop at a bridge every day for about 15 mins thinking about it. (it was on the way back from school).

Others that I had been friends with for the whole of my young life betrayed me just to be one of the cool guys, in the end the only real friend I had left was my best friend from pre-school who went to a completely different school.

It also turned me into a natural liar, because I hate it when people are bothered by my problems ( I never told my parents about any of this ). This went to the point that I still have trouble identifying real memories and things that I lied about so fervently that I started to believe it myself. I was living behind a mask of sorts.

It all ended when I encountered one of the bullies alone in a local city. He thought he could still get to me even if he was alone. After that everythings a blank, and all I remember is the sound of his leg snapping when I jumped on it.

Next day at school he told everyone he fell of the stairs or something like that and they left me alone ever since.

And they say violence is never the anwser, they lied.

I got bullied through out Comprehensive (high school). There were various reasons, I guess, being poor, Older mum, amusing surname.

One day whilst chilling out during afterschool indoor football one of the kids who thought it was funny to take the piss carried on and on and on and on...

I got up, walked up to the balcony where he was fething about, punched him square in the nose, kicked him in the balls pulled him up and dragged him to the edge of the balcony.
I left him there much to the stunned amazement of everyone.

The best bit was when this kid pulled a chain from his pocket and wrapped it round his fist to get me back my best mate at the time said 'if you use that, i'll use my head!'.

My school life is pretty much a sore point and I could live and let live now I am away from it but If I saw anyone from school who taunted me, even now, I know that I would get them either myself or I would call in some favours.

I had some people that bullied me through year 7; the usual name calling, food throwing and general twattery that is common in secondary schools but after I fethed up one of their faces they left me alone.

Irony is that they all went unpunished while I had to talk my ass off to avoid getting reported to the police.

It could also be simply ignoring the person. Or in some cases ignoring the social cruelty. They say many just watch the event take place and in some cases encourage it.

According to local law they are about as fault as the perpertraitor(s)


Was that at least sort of helpful?

chowderhead13 wrote:So for a project I am doing in school, I need real examples of bullying. Sadly, my friends are either pacifists or are to nice to do anything wrong, so I come to you.

I would like descriptions of any events of social cruelty that you wish to share. These could be posted on the thread, or if they are personal, can be sent to me via PM. Any help I can get will be appreciated.

This is to help a group to stop social cruelty (Bullying, harrasment) at our school, which is about as ignorant as you get. The more popular you are, the more introverted you become with your own group. Somehow, I am near the middle, so I fit in with everyone. (Mostly).

Once again, anything would be helpful.

For me I think the biggest incident like that in school was when i moved from the Orkney isles ( north-east off the north of Scotland ) down to the borders at the other end of the country. I was about half a foot taller than everyone in my year at school, Had a singsong lilt to my accent due to where I came from and from as early as I remember have been socially awkward in public. I pretty much got ostracised by all the other kids at primary school due to sounding weird and not being the most sociable. Plus towering over every other pupil in your primary school doesn't help either when your shy at that age. Ended up with me getting ganged up on by about 4 or 5 other boys and beaten a few times. I was glad when we moved to a new school after that. Talked to one of them later on in life after High-school and actually got an apology for how he treated me. Better late than never I guess.

Ah highschool, the darkest den of bullying ever.

I was bullied during elementary school and middle school, and was diagnosed with anxiety in middleschool which explained why I also would cry easily.

In high school I changed, I hung out with different people and tried to be as friendly to anyone as possible. There was this one kid who was in general a creep(rubbing up against girls and the such) and people didn't already like him. So when he peed himself in spanish class, it was natural that the entire school mocked him. I didn't mock him openly, but I was talking to the biggest blabbermouth in school when I found out about it. We were joking around when I said that he should be nicknamed "puddles", a nickname that stuck with him throughout all 4 years of high school.

I felt bad and tried to be nice to the guy, but the guy was such a magnificent feth head and he kept being a total creep. At one time he even sat down to a table during lunch and the entire table got up and moved, so much was the school's dislike of him.

I haven't seen the kid since high school, but a friend of mine who goes to the same college as him says that he still acts like a d-bag.

Did I get mine in high school? Yeah, but nothing physical as everybody knew just about everybody and that means knowing people on the sports teams we had. One time I was tricked into thinking that a girl was into me when she wasn't and for the most part people thought I was gay, even the lineman coach for the football team thought I was gay.

I brought that on myself though seeing as though I really didn't care about what people thought and when people made jokes about me being gay I went along with it.

Wasn't sure how much the mods would like my little tale. It's quite tame, but I'll just PM it to be sure.

I can understand most of the hate....but I never really understood the food throwing? I don't think I've EVER seen that...but maybe once.

I would give you a story, but I can mostly only remember me ending the bullying.

...just remembered one.
A group of my friends, cool now, but back then could be real dicks. For some ridiculous reason, the leader of the group thought it that I resembled a certain male body part. So that pretty much continued for about 3/4ths of the year until I went

Me - Kevin
Me 2 - What?
Me - you don't have to hang out with those f**k wads
Me 2 - *facepalm* you're right.

That lead me to leave the group for 2 years, but I hang out with the leader, he's dropped the whole....resemblance thing. Plus I usually don't hang out with the group as an entity, I know the individual members and just never have even had time to hang out with them as a group.