I used to be bullied all the time. I remember this one time a bully kept sucker punching me. I picked up a broken piece of glass and timed it just right. I lodged it right into the palm of his hand just as he brought it down. Nothing was quite as satisfying as seeing him writh on the ground screaming as blood streamed from his hand.

First through fifth grade was torture for me. I don't remember much from those years of school except constantly being tormented for reasons unknown. In my head, I was just minded my business and was getting relentlessly harassed because of it. I would go home crying fairly frequently. There was never any violence. I do remember, though, back in third grade I orally retaliated and I was punished for it; some bitch in administration thought that she could let the bullies go while I get talked to.

I was never bullied. It's cool you didn't kill yoself though.

It was usually just verbal for me. Telling me I didn't belong, that I was stupid or other such immature things. I usually would take it because I was always the small skinny kid. UNTIW UHN DAHY! Sometime in high school I really was just sick of it all and fought back with my own verbal attacks. Ahhh, the face of a bully that can't think of a comeback is one I can't hide a smile from.

The reason most kids are bullied is because they lack the confidence to defend themselves. They're easy targets. Just stand up to your bully/bullies. Even if they kick your ass they'll probably stop eventually because you're no longer an easy target. Bullies pick on vulnerable kids to feel better about themselves. If you're no longer vulnerable you lose your appeal as a target. I was bullied briefly in 6th grade. I was fairly new to the school, I didn't have many friends etc., but after about a week I got fed up and kicked the kid's ass. I was never bullied again. Ever. In 3rd grade my friend was bullied on the playground because he was pretty effeminate, turns out he was gay, but I didn't even know what that was at the time. Anyway, I fought the bully. I pretty much got my ass kicked that time, but the kid stopped harassing my friend.

I actually don't remember getting bullied much, maybe I'm just repressing memories who knows. But I haven't gotten anything since I've gone into high school, my guess it's because I have a beard and people think I'm a senior but I don't -blam!-ing know x3

For most of 3rd grade I got bullied by a black kid. But, (lucky me), the week I wrote to the principal was the week he was moving away. Never saw him again, and I haven't been bullied ever since.

Well I never got bullied aside from people jokingly calling me a terrorist. I have been humiliated by myself. Like yesterday when I asked my friend out. That was like, really bad.

No one was ever stupid enough to. I'm cool with everyone.

Ive never been bullied, ive been harassed, but I either have a witty comeback or just say. "No u". Works every time.

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I was bullied,more emotionally then anything from the 3rd to 7th grade. I was generally an outcast,and no one really liked me. It made me extremely introverted and made me edgy. I forgot the reason,I was the only Black kid in my entire school as well so they gave me some flak for that as well. Then the summer after seventh grade came and I discovered a wonderful thing called online forums.My insults improved greatly,and since I was ironically the most physically developed person in my class,no one even bothered to try and fight me. Most of them I now realized were just jealous,a good lot of them wasn't as good as sports as I was or had as high grades as me. They tried to bring me down and they succeeded for a good amount of time. I paid them back in 8th grade though for those 4 years. I got them back [i]good[/i]. Moral:People who try to bring you down are jealous and don't deserve your time.

I've been picked on for being fat in Middle School. Nothing physical, just mental. It was not something that really happened often, but there were these two assholes that were responsible for it.

I've never necessarily been bullied. I've been an extremely sheltered guy for most oft life up until now, my first year in public school. Sure, I've had people mess with me, never physically of course, but I never fought back. I'm the guy (still) who just takes it all and hope that it doesn't happen again. And most of the time, it doesn't.

A kid didn't say good morning to me....[spoiler]I thought about suiside.[/spoiler]

I've never really been bullied in my life which is surprising because I was always the smallest boy in my grade throughout elementary and most of middle school. Maybe they thought it wouldn't be satisfying to pick on the easiest target. People could say pretty hurtful things to me at times but I tried not to let it bother me.

Well, after I left the Aryan Brotherhood, things stayed the same. No one messed with me. I guess I kept that "I'll kill you" vibe. One girl in Oregon tried to pick a fight with me because I "stole her boyfriend". That was a great day. She ran up to me in the hall and bumped me hard. I leaned into her and whispered,"I've killed people for less." She took this very seriously of course and notified school authorities that I "threatened" her life. I basically got the whole school to back me up and say she was crazy and made stuff up. She ended up getting suspended, which made my day better. No one there would have ever believed me if I told them of my previous affiliations anyway. #edgy Once I moved to Utah to finish up school, no one would look at me because they thought I was in a cult or Jewish.

Holy hell this thread has some hardcore shit in it. I guess I can post another one. 6th grade. Because this was before I learned of all of the glamor that comes with being a dipshit on the internet, I usually spent my time either doing schoolwork or playin' de ole Nintendo swag. Since the 6th graders operated so closely to the 7th graders, those badasses that were 9 months older than us would often give us younger chumps some shit. So during the course of the year, some slut and her friend started picking on a few of the boys in the 6th grade, probably so that they could forget about how little personality they had. I remember her ironically calling me "boyfriend" and calling one of my chubbier companions of the time by the name "Chester" for no reason (like, Chester didn't even have any bad connotations or anything. They were just that stupid.) I was slowly getting tired of it, and would soon take my vengeance. So they were annoying us one day right before we all went home. Now before I continue, I should explain something so that you can get a better understanding. All of the backpacks at my school were the ones that used wheels and slid around the floor. It was like a rule at the school that you had to use one. I soon learned that you can lock it in the front and use it as a battering ram. I think you know where I'm going with this. I had taken enough of their bullshit and revved forward towards them with the rage of Satan's -blam!--mothering crossbow bolt, with impact landing on the heel of her bootlicker friend. I remember them both falling over and laying defeated by the lockers, as if they shared the pain in some type of voodoo trance. Also for kicks, I got my mom to write a note to the school about everything they'd done to us, and the girl got a detention (which was some serious shit back in middle school.) I never got in any trouble for my charge of justice. After middle school I went to an all-boys high school. I have never seen her since.

Haha back in elementary school people hated me. I was definitely lacking in the basic social skills most people seem to inherently have. People were massive dicks to me always ganging up on me. Even the teachers were giving it a go. I forgive them though. I've been going to a pretty chill private school since 7th, and since then I've learned an incredible amount about people and social skills and stuff. It's amazing what can happen when people know how to be kind and teach each-other rather than just scold and ostracize. Nowadays, I'm pretty good with people in general and I learned a lot about dealing with anxiety and stress from those hard years, which has served me these past couple of difficult and conflicted years, and will probably serve me in my future trials if I do decide to transition, but that's a whole other story... [spoiler]A little bit about being a lesbian trans person is that it's so hard to be taken seriously. People seem to think one of four things when I tell them who I feel I am: 1. They think I'm straight-up confused gender-wise, and there's no such thing as a lesbian trans woman and I must be a straight male. 2. They think I must be a trans girl that's into guys, and I just haven't found my sexual identity yet. 3. They think I'm a male with an "autogynophilia" fetish, which means I get my sexual kicks from fantasizing about being a woman. I've pondered this and found it to be false at least for me. 4. They call me a -blam!- and tell me I'm -blam!-ed in the head (I stop talking to those people.) Honestly, being 16 and having all this going through my head, on top of other home and school and ASB and life planning and social responsibilities, is an absolute mind-blam!-. Sometimes I just stuff my face into my pillow for some good old fashioned therapeutic pillow yelling, which helps at least a bit. I digress. Going back to the original point - honestly, bullies and trolls are the absolute least of my worries nowadays. Bigger fish to fry.[/spoiler] As for suicide? I had pondered it far back in the elementary days, it may seem edgy but the sweet release of death was a very real option for me. I always decided against it. "You're better than this" I'd think to myself. "One day you'll rise above them and be a better person for it - better than any of them. Don't just let a couple hundred degenerates murder you. If you're gone, they win. Fight for your life!" And fight I did. Now, I look back and I feel sorry for those people. If anything, they're victims of their environment. I don't regret leaving. Well, that's a rough summary of my experience with bullying. Unfortunately, I'm likely to deal with it all my life, but human nature is just that way sometimes. The best you can do is crack a sharky smile at all of our imperfections and continue being beautiful, indifferent to hatred and intolerance. The way I see it, in my atheist pseudo-Buddhist philosophy, In our final moments we all reflect on our lives and I want to be proud of who I am and what I've done, and die pleased with the way I lived my life.

There were a few kids back in elementary school who bullied me. They'd insult me, they'd throw in a taunt or a verbal jab, they'd demean my every action. On and on in went for years. So I punched them. I figure I had the moral high ground at that point.

This is why I switched to homeschooling, makes bad people easier to avoid. Although unfortunately, it makes good people harder to find.