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I agree with the NOT calling the school thing......I got bullied too as a kid & when my mom called the school to complain, the principal had a talk with the class which made the torture 1,000 times worse.....
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I remember in grade 3 & 4, there was this one guy who used to pick on me mercilessly. Beating me, tripping me in class. He even used to beat up guys in grade 6. The teacher used to give me a ride home, 'cause the guy would wait for me (she had nice legs, LOL). The principal tried everything, but the kid wouldn't stop. The kid's parents couldn't do anything. Other kids were afraid of him, so they wouldn't help, then they would join in sometimes also. Finally, one day, I'd had enough. I guess I lost it, I don't remember, but I remember chasing him home & him being all bloody. The principal called my Mom & everyone was actually happy about it. It was good that I stuck up for myself, but sad that he couldn't stop before pushing a shy passive guy into that kind of response. The poor kid actually got killed a coupla years later, 'cause he wouldn't do as he was told & his Dad backed over him with a horse trailer.jenscats5 said:
There were others over the years, but that was the worst, & the beginning of my lack of tolerance for bullies.
On the other hand, you have to watch kids that were bullied, because often they turn into bullies themselves. I did with one student in grade 9, but I realized what I was doing, sincerely apologized, & we actually became friends, of sorts. I look back with deep shame on this incident.
Sorry to hijack your thread.
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HiDnGoD said:I remember in grade 3 & 4, there was this one guy who used to pick on me mercilessly. Beating me, tripping me in class. He even used to beat up guys in grade 6. The teacher used to give me a ride home, 'cause the guy would wait for me (she had nice legs, LOL). The principal tried everything, but the kid wouldn't stop. The kid's parents couldn't do anything. Other kids were afraid of him, so they wouldn't help, then they would join in sometimes also. Finally, one day, I'd had enough. I guess I lost it, I don't remember, but I remember chasing him home & him being all bloody. The principal called my Mom & everyone was actually happy about it. It was good that I stuck up for myself, but sad that he couldn't stop before pushing a shy passive guy into that kind of response. The poor kid actually got killed a coupla years later, 'cause he wouldn't do as he was told & his Dad backed over him with a horse trailer.
There were others over the years, but that was the worst, & the beginning of my lack of tolerance for bullies.
On the other hand, you have to watch kids that were bullied, because often they turn into bullies themselves. I did with one student in grade 9, but I realized what I was doing, sincerely apologized, & we actually became friends, of sorts. I look back with deep shame on this incident.
Sorry to hijack your thread.
Your not hijacking my thread, I appreciate you sharing with me, especially with the situation we are currently in. It helps my husband and I to make decisions that are extremely hard to make.
Thank you for being able to share cause I know it must be difficult looking back. I know in grade 6 and part of grade 7 I was bullied and in the middle of grade 7 a grade 9 kid stood up for me and told the kid if you want to fight somebody, fight me and beat the crap out the kid who was bullying me (it was a boy) I was left alone after that.I had mentioned that I was on the road to sticking up for myself. This was all done with by the time I hit grade 10. But in grade 7 there was a girl who picked on me. She was tough, but she also knew that most boys wouldn't fight back. One day we were getting on the city bus downtown & she was ahead of me, she turned around & kicked me right in the plumsck2006 said:Your not hijacking my thread, I appreciate you sharing with me, especially with the situation we are currently in. It helps my husband and I to make decisions that are extremely hard to make.
. People just stepped over me like I wasn't there. She picked on someone else later who had no such illusions of chivalry. He broke her nose. 
I got her back by "dating" her younger sister in H.S.. In this case, revenge was a dish best served hot 
.BTW, I don't talk about the bullying much, but it doesn't really bother me. It made me who I am today. Going through it today might be different, but back then it was a common occurance & it usually got dealt with by parents etc. That was the late 60s early 70s.
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HiDnGoD said:I had mentioned that I was on the road to sticking up for myself. This was all done with by the time I hit grade 10. But in grade 7 there was a girl who picked on me. She was tough, but she also knew that most boys wouldn't fight back. One day we were getting on the city bus downtown & she was ahead of me, she turned around & kicked me right in the plums
BTW, I don't talk about the bullying much, but it doesn't really bother me. It made me who I am today. Going through it today might be different, but back then it was a common occurance & it usually got dealt with by parents etc. That was the late 60s early 70s.
I was born in 1975 LOL hee hee. sorry
Nobody should have to go through what you did and for so long! However, I hear what your saying about how it made you who you are today.
I guess you didn't have any older brother's?!?! I have 2 that would beat the sh!t out of me and so when I went to school they toughened me up. I still remember the time on the school bus this girl would not stop (she had nasty @ss braces too I remember) and had a long braided pony tail down to her butt. One day she said something walked by me and I grabbed her pony tail and flipped her over backwards and told her I was going to rip it off, spit flying pissed off, she was screaming like a girl and crying. Then another time some girl would just run her mouth, and so I leveled her into a thorn bush (it was summer and she was in a tank top and shorts) well she was crying because obviously she was then wearing thorns. I didn't think she had enough when she walked out so I picked her up and literally threw her back in and push the branches into her. The third time was a guy and he just kept saying stupid stuff so I punched him in the face and gave him a bloody nose and he went crying home to his mother. I even delt with his mom afterwards and then she looked at him and said,"Nick, it looks like you deserved it get in the house." Then I got in trouble one day in first grade because the girl dared me to say the word penis out loud. So I just started yelling it and dancing around and then I got in trouble and had detention.HiDnGoD said:I had mentioned that I was on the road to sticking up for myself. This was all done with by the time I hit grade 10. But in grade 7 there was a girl who picked on me. She was tough, but she also knew that most boys wouldn't fight back. One day we were getting on the city bus downtown & she was ahead of me, she turned around & kicked me right in the plums
BTW, I don't talk about the bullying much, but it doesn't really bother me. It made me who I am today. Going through it today might be different, but back then it was a common occurance & it usually got dealt with by parents etc. That was the late 60s early 70s.
Besides that I never got picked on really and never got in trouble. Gotta thank having older brothers for something they instilled in me!
Well, I do have an older brother who liked to torment me, but our parents told us never to fight, & I thought my Dad was god, so we didn't. Plus, I really have always been to nice for my own good. I hated to hurt people. I wanted to hurt them enough to make them stop, but no more. Trouble was, whenever I did fight, I didn't know when to stop, or how to escalate. I just lost it. A year after the incident I mentioned above, I got picked on by a guy at Cubs, so on the way home, I nailed him & broke his nose. Trouble was, I ran away after. Well, he thought it was a lucky punch & didn't stop, so I had to fight him again, that was a nasty one. From then on, whenever I fought, it was all or nothing.treilin said:
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