Yes. Within my family, which did the most damage. Sometimes at school, and once at work. And if that boss caught fire, I wouldn't piss on him.
There's a bully in my office.
Shouting, shaking his finger in people's faces... the manager, a woman, who is completely spineless and clearly intimidated by him, does nothing about it except make excuses.
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Yes. It was my English teacher in 9th and 10th grades. I would not piss on him if he were on fire, either.
Unfortunately, it led to my treating my history teacher the way my English teacher treated me. Enough of the other boys were behind me that we were able to make the history teacher quit. I really fucked that guy's life up but good.
Yes and the bully just tried to friend me on FB. I'm still debating whether to tell him off or ignore.
If you are male and in school, fine a young Butch lesbian to be your body guard.
I think it would be easier to filter out those who WEREN'T bullied at some point in life.
Yes, for years, and I agree with R9.
LGBTs need to join Pink Pistols at age 15.
I stood by while other gay kids were bullied. And at times I went after them myself, because some of the kids were so nasty and bitchy.
I was bullied, too, but only twice for being gay. Mainly I was beat up for being smart. But one of those times involved a senior (hot and muscular) who was drunk grabbing me and squeezing my ass and trying to get my clothes off because he said I looked like I needed to get fucked. He did this in front of a large group of kids in a club we had at my school (a tavern setting, really, where we could go until 11 at night on weekends, except soda instead of beer, with pool tables, tv, juke box, pinball - very weird). I was paralyzed and embarrassed and also turned on, because no one had ever touched me or talked like that to me before, and it went on and on with him trying to get my pants off and him with a raging hard-on. Finally some of his friends stepped in and pulled him away, and one kept apologizing.
I later learned her ended up being a tranny chaser (sorry, transgendered women, for the term) and a coke head.
Yes, but I was bullied more for my ethnicity and looks than anything else. The boys were crueler than the girls, and it was at its worst in junior high. Sadly, I'm still shy and socially awkward to this day because of it.
Yes, both at school and within my extended family. Unforgivable.
I was 13 years old. A kid would grab my school desk in study hall every day before it began and call me faggot and queer as he pulled my desk around the room. No one ever said a word. I wanted to die.
Many years later, sometimes, I still want to die.
Does being thrown head first into a trash can & rolled down a hill count? If so, yes. Plus, lots more "fun".
High School (in the early 80s) was a living hell.
Yes. It seemed like I had something about me, like some kind of mark or pheromone that atracted bullies to me. It started when I was really young, maybe 4 or 5 years old, with my psycho brother hitting me every time he felt his world wasn't round, which was almost every day. It later turned into sexual abuse.
Thru grade school and high school, it seemed like when anyone needed to hate on someone, scare someone, hit or hurt someone they found me. By the time I dropped out of high school I was such a scared mess.
My parents tried to help but they didn't understand how or why I couldn't stand up for myself and I never told them, or any of the shrinks they sent me to, about all the abuse my brother heaped on me because I was scared of him finding out if I told anyone about him.
It finaly ended when I moved to another state where no one knew me, but I'm still scared of any kind of confrontation and still once in a while atract a psycho bully into my life.
R13, you dear person, are you Asian?
Nope. I was your quintessential mean boy.
I got bullied in grade school by just one kid. In retrospect, he seemed to do it to look big in the eyes of the other kids. He was pretty bold, he even punched my face in church one time. He disappeared about 6th grade. Much later he got involved with the local mob, always trying to get into the inner circle, but I think he was too much of a sociopath, even for them. When he was found smeared over some back street, I smiled to myself. I can't begin to imagine the horrors that some kids go thru today. Is it any wonder their suicide rate is so high?