I take it you weren’t a bully though? A Scrapper is a great thing, I mean, definitely can be. Bully’s on the other hand, pretty useless, unless they’re steers or canines. Maybe they a found calling in protection rackets? That’s probably more of a sociopath.
What happened that time you got bullied?
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THX1139
Tele-Holic
I was bullied (physical altercations) by 2 large aholes, one main one and his suck up assistant, on the way home from high school almost every day for about a year. I moved to a different town the next year so I did not have to deal with them again as a teen.
Fast forward 15 years or so years, and I meet a great gal when I donated production services, a large PA rig and mixed a benefit gig with 8 bands. She was the first act, although it took a year before we started dating and then eventually got married. A couple of years later at one of her big family things (italian family with loads of cousins and nieces) I recoconize the big loud mouth main bully spouting off and find out he is a cousin related to me by marriage.
I've been Interacting with him for around 25 years at family things and neither of us has ever said anything about the bullying, until a big wedding involving one of his kids in my old home town where he and I lived.
We were having a beverage or three with his brother (nice guy) and some other of my old musician friends from high school when he came and asked how I knew them. I said they were my friends when I lived here, and I lived in the next house up the block from you. I saw this strange light come on in his eyes as he realized who I was, and his brother said "he's an idiot, he never realized it was you all this time". We all all had a good laugh as he headed away towards the buffet without a word.
As a side note, I was totally comfortable kicking his butt after a long and physically demanding existence including 6 years in the military, but I abhor violence and it's better to let that water flow under the bridge.
Fast forward 15 years or so years, and I meet a great gal when I donated production services, a large PA rig and mixed a benefit gig with 8 bands. She was the first act, although it took a year before we started dating and then eventually got married. A couple of years later at one of her big family things (italian family with loads of cousins and nieces) I recoconize the big loud mouth main bully spouting off and find out he is a cousin related to me by marriage.
I've been Interacting with him for around 25 years at family things and neither of us has ever said anything about the bullying, until a big wedding involving one of his kids in my old home town where he and I lived.
We were having a beverage or three with his brother (nice guy) and some other of my old musician friends from high school when he came and asked how I knew them. I said they were my friends when I lived here, and I lived in the next house up the block from you. I saw this strange light come on in his eyes as he realized who I was, and his brother said "he's an idiot, he never realized it was you all this time". We all all had a good laugh as he headed away towards the buffet without a word.
As a side note, I was totally comfortable kicking his butt after a long and physically demanding existence including 6 years in the military, but I abhor violence and it's better to let that water flow under the bridge.
Demoted
Terminated
I was out-gunned & did not fight back.
Currently, biding my time, waiting for the org to implode (as if they can't get by w/o me).
Otherwise, I'm looking through the windshield, rather than the rear view mirror, as I prefer to move forward.
Peace - Deeve
Terminated
I was out-gunned & did not fight back.
Currently, biding my time, waiting for the org to implode (as if they can't get by w/o me).
Otherwise, I'm looking through the windshield, rather than the rear view mirror, as I prefer to move forward.
Peace - Deeve
I remember it vividly.
I was picked on for being the fat kid.
Back in those days, I was told fighting back was the only solution to bullying, nothing was done by anyone.
I was on my way home. There were 4 of them that often entertained themselves by bothering me, pushing, shoving.The leader stood in my way blocking me. The situation was maybe a two out of ten. In a flash I elevated it to a fifteen. I immediately went into full berserker mode with fists, feet and the shoes and the book I was carrying. Screaming the entire time. Once the leader was hurt and crying on the ground, I went after one of the others. Once he was down and crying, the others backed way off and I went back to the leader.
Good news: I wasn't "the fat kid" anymore.
Bad news: I was now "the crazy kid" and after that, the taunting was long range and out of arms reach.
This is why I really identified with The Incredible Hulk.
Yes, my therapist knows all about this. This is also why I put up with a lot, probably more than I should.
I was picked on for being the fat kid.
Back in those days, I was told fighting back was the only solution to bullying, nothing was done by anyone.
I was on my way home. There were 4 of them that often entertained themselves by bothering me, pushing, shoving.The leader stood in my way blocking me. The situation was maybe a two out of ten. In a flash I elevated it to a fifteen. I immediately went into full berserker mode with fists, feet and the shoes and the book I was carrying. Screaming the entire time. Once the leader was hurt and crying on the ground, I went after one of the others. Once he was down and crying, the others backed way off and I went back to the leader.
Good news: I wasn't "the fat kid" anymore.
Bad news: I was now "the crazy kid" and after that, the taunting was long range and out of arms reach.
This is why I really identified with The Incredible Hulk.
Yes, my therapist knows all about this. This is also why I put up with a lot, probably more than I should.
jumpnblues
Friend of Leo's
Not exactly your standard bullying incident, but when I was in 4th grade (circa 1959 to 1960) we were in gym class doing calisthenics and a student behind me kept making kissing like noises. After a minute and a warning or two the teacher had had enough and he warned the class if the noises didn't cease he was going to take more drastic action. I should mention this was not our regular gym teacher. He was in the office taking care of some school business. This was the itinerant city-wide director of physical education. He would stop by to occasionally assess things in the physical education program.
Anyway, the noises continued and the teacher was getting really pissed. Next thing I knew, while we were down in the pushup position, I looked up and he was standing right in front of me. He said "Get up!" I assumed he meant stand up. I was correct. As I stood up he slapped me HARD with an open hand across the face. Almost knocked me down.
Keep in mind I was totally innocent and had made not even a peep. I was too scared to even cry. I was terrified. Also, he was a large man. Probably 6' 5". So, I never said a word to anyone in my defense. I was afraid he would slap me again. Didn't tell my parents, didn't tell anyone in my family. To this date and to my knowledge none of my classmates said anything. I think they were afraid they could have the same thing happen to them. The regular daily gym teacher wasn't there to witness anything as he was in the school office. This all happened about 65 years ago. True story.
Anyway, the noises continued and the teacher was getting really pissed. Next thing I knew, while we were down in the pushup position, I looked up and he was standing right in front of me. He said "Get up!" I assumed he meant stand up. I was correct. As I stood up he slapped me HARD with an open hand across the face. Almost knocked me down.
Keep in mind I was totally innocent and had made not even a peep. I was too scared to even cry. I was terrified. Also, he was a large man. Probably 6' 5". So, I never said a word to anyone in my defense. I was afraid he would slap me again. Didn't tell my parents, didn't tell anyone in my family. To this date and to my knowledge none of my classmates said anything. I think they were afraid they could have the same thing happen to them. The regular daily gym teacher wasn't there to witness anything as he was in the school office. This all happened about 65 years ago. True story.
Middle school was 6th, 7th, and 8th grade. Not long after starting 6th grade I went to find a seat towards the back of the school bus, not noticing that there were only 8th graders sitting back there (you see where this is going). When I tried to sit down, a guy grabbed my books from me and flung them all the way down the isle of the bus while everyone laughed, including the 8th grade GIRLS, which was especially humiliating to me. I had to go pick them up as one of the girls laughed, "You're mean, Kerry." (I still remember that his name was Kerry). About 10 years later, I was at my older cousins house (older meaning my parents generation) and he was there. He was friends with them for whatever reason. We all had dinner together. I was friendly to him and didn't mention the incident. Knowing that I could have embarrassed him was enough.
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notmyusualuserid
Poster Extraordinaire
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toanhunter
Tele-Meister
most of my bullying stories are way too dark to share here, it's private.
somebodyelseuk
Tele-Afflicted
1st attempt - the guy got an elbow in the face, nose smashed. Not intentionally, but I never had a problem with him again.
2nd attempt - two wannabes in the year above me, when I was 13. I just laughed at them. They were just pathetic.
3rd (and final) attempt - again, when I was 13/14. The school 'hardman' threatened me. He was two years older than me. A girl I grew up with (same age as him), who treated me like an annoying little brother, heard about it and told him if he touched me, she'd "kick the sh*t out of" him.
You're probably picturing a butch looking girl, but believe me she was a stunner - looked a bit like Kate Bush.
2nd attempt - two wannabes in the year above me, when I was 13. I just laughed at them. They were just pathetic.
3rd (and final) attempt - again, when I was 13/14. The school 'hardman' threatened me. He was two years older than me. A girl I grew up with (same age as him), who treated me like an annoying little brother, heard about it and told him if he touched me, she'd "kick the sh*t out of" him.
You're probably picturing a butch looking girl, but believe me she was a stunner - looked a bit like Kate Bush.
I play water polo for nearly 50 years now.
Can't recall the time I wasn't a water polo player, hence if bullying happened out of the pool before that time, I lost its memory.
Now if we are talking about bullying in the pool, I was, am, and most probably will be bullied till the end of times, and was bullied the total proverbial sh*te out of me on numerous occasions.
Can't recall the time I wasn't a water polo player, hence if bullying happened out of the pool before that time, I lost its memory.
Now if we are talking about bullying in the pool, I was, am, and most probably will be bullied till the end of times, and was bullied the total proverbial sh*te out of me on numerous occasions.
MainLine Florida
Tele-Meister
In connection with bullying -and what can eventually happen to bullies, especially in swimming pools, and when the bullied gets a powerful ally, I strongly recommend investing some time in watching the Swedish (English subs) movie "Let the Right One In" on YT or streaming. There is also an American remake, "Let Me In", pretty good, but not as good as the original. Clips on YT, but here's the trailer:
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I remember my older brothers and sister and I getting confronted by a group of kids in LA, when I was about 4...mid to late 60s.
Nothing really happened...I think they blocked us from walking down the street, but it was one of the few times I didn't feel safe.
Having 2 older brothers, I almost NEVER got bullied...matter of fact, I MAY HAVE been a lil bit of a bully....at times.
I remember a few times, but one stands out and it turns my stomach.
The smart, chubby kid, who skipped a class, and was then in my 5th grade class, early 70s, was one of my friends, but somehow he did something to set me off on the way from school, and I took a garbage can top...with about 8" of snow and dumped it on his head...just the snow. Knowing he was smaller, all he could do was take it.
I think some decency set in pretty quick, cuz I remember trying to clean the snow off and make things OK. I don't think I initially apologized, but I certainly did later and I'm embarrassed to even write about it 50+ years later.
After that, I think I saw a quiet toughness in him and we were even better friends.
I had a fight Soph year in HS...the guy was a friend, but we got into it at lunch, and he called me out to the trail (where all fights happened) at 3pm...
This was more of a comedy than a fight.
The guy was smaller and we were normally friends, so I didn't wanna hurt him, but he wanted to fight me.
A buddy blew a whistle (lmao, who does that to start the fight), he charged me, i pushed him away. He tried again and pushed him down. He got up and it was over and we all rode the train home together as always.
Nothing really happened...I think they blocked us from walking down the street, but it was one of the few times I didn't feel safe.
Having 2 older brothers, I almost NEVER got bullied...matter of fact, I MAY HAVE been a lil bit of a bully....at times.
I remember a few times, but one stands out and it turns my stomach.
The smart, chubby kid, who skipped a class, and was then in my 5th grade class, early 70s, was one of my friends, but somehow he did something to set me off on the way from school, and I took a garbage can top...with about 8" of snow and dumped it on his head...just the snow. Knowing he was smaller, all he could do was take it.
I think some decency set in pretty quick, cuz I remember trying to clean the snow off and make things OK. I don't think I initially apologized, but I certainly did later and I'm embarrassed to even write about it 50+ years later.
After that, I think I saw a quiet toughness in him and we were even better friends.
I had a fight Soph year in HS...the guy was a friend, but we got into it at lunch, and he called me out to the trail (where all fights happened) at 3pm...
This was more of a comedy than a fight.
The guy was smaller and we were normally friends, so I didn't wanna hurt him, but he wanted to fight me.
A buddy blew a whistle (lmao, who does that to start the fight), he charged me, i pushed him away. He tried again and pushed him down. He got up and it was over and we all rode the train home together as always.
Bullied elementary school through high school in the 2000s due to being the nice kid with a speech impediment.
In elementary school kids would tease me then run towards the teacher.
In high school I would get basically attacked at a urinal just because. Also have kids drive past me on my walk home from school throwing anything they had at me and my friends.
There was this strange double life that I had where I went to a certain school based on where I lived, and that never ended up being the school with my friends from the skatepark. I imagine if I had my skatepark homies backing me this would not have happened as much.
The worst of my bullies ended up in prison and then OD’d. Don’t know much about the others, but I forgive them for being ****heads.
Music and my found family at the skatepark literally saved my life numerous times.
In elementary school kids would tease me then run towards the teacher.
In high school I would get basically attacked at a urinal just because. Also have kids drive past me on my walk home from school throwing anything they had at me and my friends.
There was this strange double life that I had where I went to a certain school based on where I lived, and that never ended up being the school with my friends from the skatepark. I imagine if I had my skatepark homies backing me this would not have happened as much.
The worst of my bullies ended up in prison and then OD’d. Don’t know much about the others, but I forgive them for being ****heads.
Music and my found family at the skatepark literally saved my life numerous times.
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burntfrijoles
Doctor of Teleocity
I think that is one of the criteria for being a bully.
Of course, insecurity, jealousy, low esteem or the need to be perceived to be an alpha; lack of empathy or guilt are just some of the things that characterize a bully.
There are all types of bullies. They don't have to physically dominant. There are societal bullies and emotional bullies too.
If you lump them in a bucket, they would all be aholes.
BryMelvin
Friend of Leo's
I blame my Cossack and Viking ancestry for what I eventually diid to kids that bullied me. Today I would probably endup in Juvie for the things I did. It was definitely a different time.
Holy smokes
Friend of Leo's
I crushed His wind pipe , put him in hospital . I was very young with older brothers .
Happy Enchilada
Poster Extraordinaire
Speaking of "sacred," I played in a couple worship bands over a 12-year period. One time I was invited to participate in a rehearsal at a church where we were contemplating joining. The existing lead guitar player was a sawed-off jerk with a big amp and a CS Strat. As I was trying to find my way and play along with unfamiliar material, he purposely cranked his amp so I couldn't hear myself. After two tunes, I calmly stopped playing, packed up my rig, and left. Never woulda thought a churchy group like that would have such a little d-bag looking for trouble, but at six five and 280, I knew that cleaning his clock - while therapeutic for me - would be a mistake. And as I often say, living well is the best revenge. He has since quit playing there, we found a better church to attend, and I would imagine he still has a rampant case of short man syndrome. Maybe the next guy he bullies won't have my restraint ...
memorex
Poster Extraordinaire
Last time I got bullied, I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. Seriously, I didn't get picked on much as a kid, and the couple times I did, I fought back, and the dude went and found an easier target.
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