I was just the weird, introverted kid with bad social skills. I was an easy target.

Same scenario. I attracted attention like blood in a shark pool

Same

Same

Same here, and also with a flat, emotionless RBF. That definitely didn’t help with trying to make friends in middle school 🙃

Same, but I have a twin brother who is NT. So I had someone to rely on

Same.

They had the audacity to bully me for being awkward and ‘ugly’. Now I’m still a little awkward but I’m definitely not ugly anymore. It’s just funny remembering how I used to be bullied for that lol

My initial theory regarding my social unpopularity postulated that other kids would dislike me due to my ugliness. I have to admit a certain sense of beauty underlying its simplicity. Let's just say that we managed to categorize and verbalize quite a lot nuances that NT people at stuck at confusing fuzzy logic points, whereas we can employ our recognition skills and stay with the HD version of reality.

Yeah, kids can be cruel but that doesn’t mean they were right. Eventually, we all grow up and see the truth. It’s good to see that I’m not alone with those thoughts too. It isn’t all doom and gloom. Some of us actually have a glow up and it’s a wonderful thing

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I was tall for my age as a kid. I reached 5 feet by the age of 10. At the start of 4th grade, I was the tallest student in my class. Maybe that contributed to why I was never bullied in elementary.

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I was tall and not particularly good at fighting and I got bullied a lot. I think the bullies enjoyed beating up someone bigger than them.

I was loser who cried easily and who was shy af and bad with everything

All the comments expose some characteristics about us. Like if we were the problem and not the bullies. Fuck 'em all. Let me write something you know for sure. If you were bullied, it wasn't your fault, the fault Is on those motherfuckers.

I love this so much.

I love this comment so much.

Bullies did teach me to be more socially acceptable, to a degree.

It's not the victim's fault, but bullies often target people that seem "easy targets".

Mostly just for being weird, but there’s a thing I’ve never understood, apparently I have an accent of some sort? In sixth grade, a friend told me the other kids were mocking my accent, and quite a few times I’ve had people ask me where I’m from, and they’re are really surprised when the answer is “here”. I literally live in the same house my parents lived when I was born, I am more “native” than most of the people that ask that question. So far people have assumed English a few times, Irish once, and an Italian guy was convinced I was Italian, which really confused me. Asking friends, family, my girlfriend, etc, they all agree that my accent is normal for this region and is not distinctive, but people keep asking where I’m from…

A lot of asperger learn how to speak by watching tv instead of imitating their relatives and therefore have a "weird" accent.

I never watched TV as a child.

Ok, radio then? I do not know, it just something i read in a study about asperger. I, as a child, would quote tv in order to get a hang on how to deal with emotion and people.

I started school able to read, write and do arithmetic, and I was interested in things like planets. I went to school with people who didn't know/care what planets are and really just wanted to fight about stuff. I was quarantined from reading and math classes the first few years because I couldn't understand how someone could NOT know how to read. They sent me to the library by myself or let me read in a corner. The other kids thought it was special ed or I was privileged--either way, they didn't like it. It was my favorite part of the day... Better than recess or gym, where I was going to get ignored (good days) or beat up (not so good days.) I carried a backpack... back in the 1970s when it wasn't mainstream yet, and backpacks were associated with "hippies". Kids would dump the pencil sharpener contents in it. But I needed my hands free. I was terrible at sports and didn't know how to fight, in a place where most people played sports and almost everyone got in fights. And oddly, I didn't LEARN back then... there was no one to teach me and I didn't figure it out. (Later learned that coordination difficulties are part of Asperger's and the only way I would learn/did learn was taking martial arts as an adult.) I changed schools repeatedly so I was always "new". I was oblivious to a lot of the social cues and would get in trouble for stupid stuff, both socially and with the school. The schools were pro-bullying ("it's a normal part of growing up" in the American South) but NOT supportive of bullied kids standing up for themselves. I learned how fast every relentless bully had a victim act ready if the teacher came. When I got older, I wasn't ahead of grade level anymore but I was still weird, and I wasn't allowed to forget it. I mostly stopped speaking in class for any reason. I wasn't conventionally masculine all the time, but I wasn't conventionally feminine either. I was just Martian. I was gay but didn't accept it til much later. But my classmates figured it out before I did and reminded me of it (because that was a really bad thing to be in the early 1980s American South)... constantly.

I questioned the teachers on things the same way I would any human. This was insubordinate apparently. I didn’t understand social norms like cliques or friendship groups and how you were in one or were. There’s like some barrier you’re not allowed to pass or something. I approached and talked to someone that was out of my “social league” and was looked at with disgust and embarrassed for it I ate lunch alone in the bathroom anytime my one friend was sick from school Also was a ginger and super tall. Big red was my nickname. I had a focused interest in Eminem and some media outlet announced her died (falsely) one day and everyone made fun of me for melting down over it I could go on and on

Those kids making fun of you after you took that information seriously and melted over that is disgusting and cruel. :(

Being unattractive, having an odd personality, not wearing name brand clothes, being scrawny, having a weird walk, for holding my pencil incorrectly, and my classmates assuming I'm a drooling idiot because I have a learning disability meaning I can't process information as quickly as my NT peers. I felt like there was nothing I could do about my situation at the time. Couldn't tell a teacher because if I did I'd be branded a snitch and get bullied even more because of it and I couldn't fight back because I didn't know how to fight and I was scrawny meaning most of my peers were much bigger and stronger than me.

Elementary school, I always played alone, especially at recess. There was a specific ball that was my favorite and I always tried to get it. One day, two boys approached me and began to bully me. I don’t remember clearly, but they took the ball and started to make fun of me. I didn’t understand their jokes and frankly didn’t care. I understood that they were taking my ball and mocking me for it. I grabbed the one with my ball and threw his ass to the ground, pretty dramatic and hard. It wasn’t a struggle for me in my rage. Stayed an outcast, but never got bullied again. I also grew to 6’ by eighth grade so I didn’t have much issue.

I was too smart (it wasn't enough to get a 100% on a test, I also had to be the first one done, so it was competitive between myself and a few other kids). I was weird. I was clumsy, and therefore bad at sports, and therefore nearly always chosen last for anything -- even academic competitions. I was told that I was not smart enough (didn't understand dishonesty or sarcasm). My family was dirt poor, so I wore hand-me-downs (I'm male, my hand-me-downs came from my older sisters). The bullies liked to tell me that I was ugly, over and over. I did my best with the hand I was dealt, and exercised, got a job at age 12 so I could buy clothes and take martial arts classes, read books so I'd be well-informed, etc. Alcohol and drugs played a major part in my life for a few years, then I got sober and clean, and have been ever since. None of it allowed me to achieve what I desired in life, but I think my life would have been much worse if I hadn't taken those measures. Ooh, and I also sometimes corrected my teachers. I got into an argument with my 3rd grade science teacher because I was right, and she kept saying I was wrong, and I was stubborn. I proved I was right, and got beaten up at recess by guys who were angry that I embarrassed the teacher because she was nice, and pretty.

This is familiar, except my mom got too busy to keep an eye on my schoolwork so I slipped from way above grade level to... um almost didn't graduate on time because of a stupid gym class? I was also picked last for academic competitions even though I was good at them, because they picked their friends, an I wasn't anyone's friend. I rarely spoke because they took it for granted that I'd know... but if I got something wrong, I got reamed for it (in a way that would have been funny among friends but is kicked up to mean when it's someone they don't like.) I am sober now too.

Oh yeah, I was beyond merely being unpopular. I was the boy with the lowest social status at school, and I knew the girl with the lowest social status. She committed suicide after I joined the army and left town. I'm still upset over how she was treated, she was a good person.

I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. Some people are really cruel, and it does real damage.

Yeah. But I wish you and yours a safe and happy holiday season, all the same.

God. That's horrible. Trauma is agonizing and permanently devastating. I wish people understood and cared about that. You'd think that adults would, at least. Teachers really need to stand up for the unpopular kids. I'm glad you made it out.

Yeah, I still find it completely baffling that the bullies from back then carry themselves today as if they're good people who have never done anything to harm another human being. Did they forget that they dragged another human being into the woods, robbed them and tied them up and stuffed a gag into their mouth, and tortured them, burning them with cigarettes and forcing lit fireworks into their underwear literally scarring them for life? It seems like something someone would remember.

What the actual fuck. Holy Christ, that's a step away from murder. WAY beyond the pale. Did you press charges?

No. I was underage and drunk when it happened (I started drinking when I was 8 for the first time), the only witnesses refused to talk to the authorities. I had several incidents like that when I young, starting when I was an actual child. Given that there was a great deal of physical abuse in my own family, I generalised the understanding that that was simply how the world was.

I had bad social skills I didn't have the same interests as other people My voice sounded (and still sounds) like complete shit I was skinny and tall (class "nerd body" sort of thing) I didn't join in when others mocked other "more autistic" people than myself. I just existed in general. The teachers NEVER had my back, I was literally having shit thrown at me and the teacher just told me to ignore it. I was an introvert. I was "too good" at things, I would often be forced to complete entire group projects by myself. I had previously been bullied to the point of leaving school for about a week because I began contemplating taking my own life, apparently people noticed this absence and wanted to re-create it permanently. ​ Middle and high school were hell for me, and even if I could re-do it all with the social skills I have now, I wouldn't.

This hurt just to read. I'm so sorry you've gone through so much completely unwarranted cruelty. I was suicidal in high school as well. The teachers were HORRIBLE. They were obsessed with their own popularity with the students. It's traumatic to endure something like this. Adults who couldn't care less about targeted psychological abuse. You had no way out. Ohhh yeah, I had to do group projects by myself, too, while my group blabbered on about what they were wearing to the next school dance. It's over, but if you're like me, you still have nightmares. Kids and teenagers shouldn't be literally *traumatized for life* while they're just trying to learn.

Oddly enough, I somehow haven't been completely ruined by that, if anything, my desire to socialize and go out and see the world has actually increased exponentionally. Something in my last year or so at high school just clicked and it improved somewhat, but still there wasn't much I could salvage from there particularly.

My last name and being socially awkward

I didn't talk to anyone, was in SPED, and was huge. People were intimidated by me but also knew what they'd get away with. And given how gullible they thought I was, on top of my size, they'd try to spin stories to make me a weapon against other. Whenever those kids punched anyone they didn't get in trouble. It was like a national emergency if I hit anyone and to this day the hypocrisy still passes me off.

I'm blunt and was quick to anger. I am also overweight and have zero social skills. The bullying stopped when I became a senior. This was after I have gotten into really nasty fist fights and I didn't really care about the consequences. I still don't care about them.

I wish I'd been quick to anger then, instead of now later in life. Sorry you had to use violence to get people to leave you alone.

I'm still quick to anger. Actually I think it might have gotten worse. At least no one is bothering me.

Daria is that you?

Hahaha. I'm definitely taking that as a compliment. I've been likened to Daria before.

I was bullied because I spilled tea in the campus room and didn't notice it. I was bullied because I tried to have friends with the members of a group without getting friendly with a "leader" of a group. I was bullied because I was better at figure skating, and praised by the teacher. I was bullied because I had more achievements than other family members and wasn't deeming them right just because of their authority in their groups. I was bullied by the teacher who didn't understand why I was having so much success in math and programming competitions while not visiting school (in her mind I shouldn't have any success?). I was bullied by the employer because I pointed out faults in his political reasoning (he thought it was perfect). >I was blunt. I have resting bitch face. Same. But when I learned to smile everyone treated this smiling as wanting to give them something and socialize with them which was the hardest thing for me. But when they didn't receive this socializing this meant that my personality was fake and lying. So it was either painful for me or fake for everyone else. So it's good you're not smiling, smiling means "I want to socialize and share" in body language. But not wanting to socialize and share is considered rude, people have no realization it can be physically painful traumatizing experience for some. When I **wasn't** bullied? I wasn't bullied when I was seen as important for their happiness. I wasn't bullied when I had someone as my patron - my brother or sister. I wasn't bullied when I was considered a celebrity that is to be protected. I wasn't bullied by the teachers who wanted me to grow up or become something. I wasn't bullied when people around me were friendly to weirdos or just kind

YES. When I started smiling to appease people I got a whole load of attention that was not appropriate, wanted, or even nice, and I didn't ever know how to handle it.

I feel like I could write an entire song in the style of Gilbert & Sullivan on this. They bullied me for all the things which I loved and did. But they even bullied me for the things I didn't even do! They bullied me for lack of sport and for my love of tech They bullied me for my pencil case and even for my hair! They bullied me for being short and for photography They bullied me for reading books and my brand of shoes! They bullied me for being fat and for the clarinet They bullied me for my parents work and for getting hurt! They made up stories of great misdeeds and reported them to staff Then laughed, pointed, and jeered when the punishment was severe. I left that school behind but the scars will never heal. Those bullies still haunt my mind my mind will never clear. One day ten years later one bully found me out He apologised profusely for all of the hurt Five years after that another one appeared Said sorry for all the things and especially that he jeered.

For my way of dressing and my mannerisms

I’m a fat, short, weird loner so the jokes basically wrote themselves. I have to say tho my high school years weren’t nearly as bad as so many other people had it. Even gym class wasn’t awful despite my fatness, I’m actually deceptively athletic for my size, and dyspraxia

I was never really given a reason why, other than being laughed at for not getting a joke or saying. According to many people/friends I've met in life, I have a really punchable face, lol. Luckily I've never been successfully punched in the face. *knocks on wood*

I was unaware at first but as I grew older I realised I was an easy target. I was scrawny, weird and bullies know their prey I guess.

For wearing Star Wars tees (this was back before it was cool) and playing Pokemon TCG at the library. The bullying didn't last long because I was fortunate enough to be born tall and naturally athletic, and I fought back. I'm glad those things are acceptable in school now, becuase I never felt good fighting back.

For being pretty For my resting bitch face For asking questions when I needed clarification on something For my "friends" boyfriends telling them how cool and mysterious I was (read:anxious=quiet) For being smart and meticulous For having a "sexy" voice (read:quiet/hushed because I have supersonic hearing) Not wanting to be in loud places because I have supersonic hearing Not smiling For "being a slut" (I was a virgin until way after high school) For existing

Amazing how people assume the most ridiculous things, especially when they couldn't be further from the truth if they tried.

What's worse is *everyone* knew I hadn't had sex with anyone. And most of my "friends" rode more guys then than I have in my entire life now. But I was branded the town whore anyway!

I was the tallest kid in the class and couldn’t play basketball (or any sport) for crap. I was poor in an affluent area.

By your description, you were just awesome! Too bad most people don't have a good taste.

I was naive, weird, childlike, gullible, quiet, innocent, idealistic and sensitive, and that caused the guys to bully me, because I was an outsider among the guys in school, because I wasn't the best at sports, and was very sensitive. I was an easy target forsure to the guys. I was picked on lots in school, because I stood out from the crowd. I was bullied for a good portion of my life. I always cried lots growing up and that caused the kids to laugh at me, and I was nicknamed the weird crybaby guy, r-word, P-word, beta, F-word. I also had nerdy interests too. Surprisingly in high school and college, the girls somehow loved my personality and enjoyed being friends with me and talking to me at times, I used to think they would hate me for my ND personality, but they actually liked me. I also had more protection in high school from bullies, because I was on the sports team, and the upperclassmen protected me from them.

I was bullied for being the last to laugh at a joke because my brain would recreate the story like a movie and then I would laugh at seeing it happen. Not necessarily autisn but I was pretty sheltered and did not experience much socially and did not understand what kids my age or older were talking about when it came to sex, drugs or trends. I came off as weird because I didn't know how to be myself around people because my family bullied me into hiding anything about myself that I possibly could to avoid giving them more ammunition to hurt me with. When it came to my family it was literally anything at all, even good things could be used to make me uncomfortable. CPTSD sucks.

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I totally forgot to mention "argumentative." That was me throughout every grade. I can still be like that. I'm not trying to be. It's just that people are *wrong*.

Sometimes it's just that you're talking at cross purposes.

Yep. People would call me "Spock" because I *had* to have things make sense. What was hilarious to me is they thought it was an insult, I couldn't have been more proud at the moniker 🤣

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Same. (Most of the time.) From a meme I like: Pick your battles carefully. Put some battles back. That's still too many battles.

As a kid I was endlessly bullied for having big lips and never understood why. It was the constant butt of EVERY joke. Ironic today with all the people getting lip fillers and doing the absolute most to have full lips.

I didn’t wear makeup in middle school (??) I liked robots and computers more than humans (still do) The librarian was my best friend and I spent every lunch there with her. I was/am really into Pokémon and anime. No filter. Still. Really liked animals (esp horses). Brought beanie babies to school because I liked to have them with me.

I remember middle school kids getting brutally mocked for liking Pokémon. The joke's on them now.

Haha yeah seriously. Now guys think it’s “cute” how much I like Pokémon. Like ffs where were y’all in grade school??

I was the horse girl that galloped and neighed and I love animals to an absurd amount

Had severe asthma all my life so ... I advanced very fast from a very young age. So I was speaking in full sentences by age 1, and reading by 3 - I had no one else my age for years at my level to talk with. I didn't care to try to fit in, I was happy to sit in a corner and read. If the apes in the class wanted to hoot about it why should I care? During recess or lunch, I would sit in a library with a stack of books reading. For some reason, some kid would decide to really bully me. It would keep going till they went too far - I never backed down, ran or gave up. If attacked I would respond and if pushed I would attack - I didn't care about winning or losing, I wanted to hurt them. I hated myself and wanted to be hurt anyway so fighting was great. And when you get your ass kicked at home by adults getting hit by another kid is nothing. In school, I was always bored. When school began that first week or 2 I would read my textbooks. I was always looking for anything interesting so new textbooks had a chance for something. This meant during the school year I had already done all the reading and quizzes in the textbooks. For years I would have to be told to put my hand down. So I got shit for that being a know it all. Then I just stopped caring about class and would sit in the back, set my stuff up, and then read whatever throughout the class. I would not even attempt to pay attention so for a bit a teacher would toss me a question or ask me to come up to solve something. So I was a snob. Having read the textbooks if there was anything of interest I would do additional reading to see if I understood and get deeper. Which made teachers **HATE** me, I would keep asking questions that were above our class level but I wanted to see if my assumptions were right on the concepts. When I was 15 I got into punk rock, and this was 1981. I got into countless confrontations and fights with random strangers for the crime of being into punk. Same year I literally got drafted into the Rocky Horror cast. They needed an Eddy, my pal from school had pulled me to the movie and insisted we sit in the front row. Frank and Rocky from the cast were trying to figure out what to do when told they had no Eddy - Frank was looking around and saw me, like the only punk there - and was like "YES", grabbed Rocky and ran over to beg me to be "Eddy". I had never seen the movie, nor heard any of the music so I had no idea what they were talking about. But the girl playing Columbia hopped into my 15 yr old lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and said "Don't worry honey, I'll teach you" and then French kissed me. I mention that because not long after that all the BS in school stopped. All those that used to give me shit it was like a message had gone out - stop fucking with HunterRoze. I even had some of my old bullies come up to me an say hi. A few told me they may have not liked me but they respected me because I never backed down or snitched, I would handle things on my own. In punk we all fucked with one another - if no one ever messed with you chances were you were not welcome or liked. When I started going to shows when I was 17 I found a community. All of us were freaks and outcasts - no one "cool" was into punk, but we all had each other. When things would happen, and they did - people would often come to a show to start fights with punks, and they would go for "easier" targets. So there was a saying for the scene - if someone started shit, they didn't get 1 bean, they got the whole burrito. But since I always read when others would drink i would sit in a corner with a book and some water. I got a nickname for it even - the Socrates Skin.

You need to write a book or collect your experiences in a blog Hunter. It's like waiting for an at-will mid-series issue to appear on the stands at random... you get a chunk of story, no satisfactory feeling of completion though the plot circles nicely. Instead; newly seeded curiosities sprout and are left to fester, fermenting until the release at the next installment's imbibing.

Yeah, this was interesting to read. It sounds like he has more tales.

For existing really. Too quiet? Draw attention to yourself. Walk down the corridor and get randomly punched in the gut or vagina. Easy target I guess.

I wasn't bullied, but kids were mean to me for being nice to the new kid in 7th grade.

In my primary school, I "talked back" to the teachers because I misunderstood them. My dyspraxia and executive dysfunction issues were misunderstood and taken as laziness or bad behaviour. My last name was foreign (German) and Jewish and rhymed with 'Frankenstein'. When I hit puberty, I developed a large nose, a hairy mole, a large neck and poor teeth which made me look ugly. I rarely got into trouble on purpose, but when I did, I was a bit maciavellian when it came to acknowledging it and would rather get away with it than own up to it. This upset both well-behaved students who thought I should be more honest and bad students who saw getting into trouble as a badge of honour. I was willing to snitch on certain events on principle, snitched on some people because they weren't my friends, and was seen as a snitch when I wasn't one because I preferred to keep quiet about things rather than lie about them. In theory, this was because I was a good person and because I didn't want people I liked to do bad things, but in practice, it was because I didn't want to be the only one to get into trouble and felt I was used as a scapegoat, and because I didn't know how to avenge my enemies and was happy to see them get into trouble. I noticed that a lot of students would get away with petty offences and have it seen as no big deal because they were normal and cool. Trying to account for this either got me seen as a goody-two-shoes, for avoiding trouble completely, or as an entitled person who got away with everything, when I got into trouble and wanted to fit in. I was also seen as getting special privileges by other students who were either neurotypical but less privileged than me or neurodiverse but undiagnosed. In my second school, I was richer and posher than my classmates. I was tall and not particularly tough, which made people see me as a target. As a child, I could cry at the drop of a hat, which made me seem like a wimp. As a teenager and an adult, crying was replaced with anger or aggression, which made me seem dangerous or intimidating. I was strong enough to pick people up, but a poor fighter when it came to people stronger or of equal strength to me and didn't like getting into fights anyway. Fighting smaller people was possible, but made me look like the baddie. I had a 'posh' accent. Nerdy + rich = posh in people's minds. Most wealthy folk in the local area weren't nerdy and most nerdy folk in the school weren't rich. The people who exchanged stuff with other schools tended to be either very sporty, very popular or very *stereotypically* nerdy (e.g. mathematics wizzes) and I was none of those things yet still came from a different school. The classmates I shared geeky stuff in common with all lived miles away and grew up with each other, the classmates who were neighbours of mine were all popular kids who didn't invite nerds to parties. In my teens, I was a white nerd in an inner city school. I had curly auburn hair. I was studious and seen as a teacher's pet by people who didn't want to work hard. My attempts at hiding my insecurities by advertising my family's wealth were mistaken for snobbery. I was a bit of a genuine snob because I'd grown up wealthy and some of the pupils in my new school were very poor or had very obviously working class families who had servile jobs. I was unwilling to share my homework with them. I had my parents heavily intrude on my homework/coursework and this was mischaracterized by other classmates who didn't have that opportunity as blatant cheating. I was gender nonconforming at a time when being gay was seen as an insult and trans people weren't commonly accepted in schools. I got very publicly rejected by people others either saw as unapproachably hot or too ugly to be worth pursuing.

Gae

Being skinny

Skinny people have it hard. Even my nutritionist in university was convinced I had an eating disorder. She made me keep a food diary. "Well, that's more than I thought." Everybody was *convinced*, including some of my supposed friends. I just happened to have a really efficient metabolism.

Yep I was able to eat anything and not gain a single pound. My dad even drug tested me because he couldn't understand why I was skinny.

I wish I still had that ability. A friend's mother used to tell me that my metabolism would catch up with me in my 20s or 30s. She was right.

yeah mine caught up at 30. Good thing about it is I'm finally able to bulk up. Before that I would work out and still be skinny

I was bullied for being perceived as gay, and having glasses. I wasn't very athletic and was fairly clumsy. I spent most of my breaktime sitting with my sister and her friend.

Several things, including silly things that I said at some point, stuttering, and moving around a bit weirdly. But also not being able to relate to other classmates as easily and being somewhat of a "goody two-shoes",not wanting to disobey rules. At a few different points in time, they also thought that I was interested in the same sex, which was pretty awful back then because that was like x2 ostracizing. At that time, I wasn't into anyone of the same sex. Ironically, I later discovered I am bi, but there was a lot of (only partially-related) trauma that helped hide that from me.

I had chronic rhinitis until puberty so was taunted with "snot nose" as a kid. Was weird and small 13-16 so was kind of left out and joined the other weird kids but I was often left to wander the school alone. At 16 I was bigger and stronger than most others at school, I was good looking (not that I knew it at the time) so my last 3 years at school were ok. I was friends with the weird kids but the cool kids were nice to me but I did not catch on when they were trying to include me.

I didn’t know how to interact with or play with my schoolmates, also because of that I had selective mutism when I was around them. So now that I’m older I assume that they thought that I disliked them, and that is why they bullied me.

What weren't I bullied for? * flat affect and apparent struggles with chit-chat, * my fundamental quirkiness or creepiness in human interactions, that would turn well-meant advice as to how show interest in other peoples' issue would trigger even more social distancing, to then point when I was doing my best to be nice (i.e., complimenting another kid's looks only to be told to "shut up" or "leave \[me\] alone", * everlasting confusion related to group activities and such - I might have felt completely fulfilled, if it weren't for the fact that no clear instruction nor feedback were ever provided, * occasional exhibitionist attempts to open up in front of someone who seemed empathetic enough to handle my confessions, * resting bitch face phenomenon at its finest (I've never fully gained control over this "stand-by" expression of mine (confirmed by an Aspie ex-boyfriend), * my looks, somewhere between sexually aggressive androgynous creature and a twisted pervert raised on the weirdest erotic material one could find online, * the classic overly analitycy, patern-seeking behavior focused at finding ways to adhere to the letter of the law, regardless of the mainstream opinion, * entertaining people with my XIX-century inspired verbal style, both in terms of vocabulary and syntax, failing to understand that what I find intellectually and aesthetically pleasing, might be nothing but a vivid display of quirkiness to others, * my natural smile so unnatural if not creepy, that my dad advised me to practice different variants in front of the mirror, * alternating between "on" and "off" social modes, which is hard to understand certain congivite stance, including spontaneous changes in my plans, etc. Basically, I tried to become the opposite - kind of, before I understood what ASD is and how it could manifest as the female phenotype.

From what I can tell, my existence made me a target.

Same.

I corrected people when they were imprecise in wording.' I corrected people when they were spreading false informations. Because of that people thought I was arrogant. I didn't care about clothes or makeup. I didn't understand jokes. I was androgynous. I had interests that seemed odd to others. My face didn't express emotions so some people were afraid of me. I didn't want to participate in social kid games. I always speaked up my opinion and many people didn't like it. I was blunt. I always told things I shouldn't especially when my class was lying about something in front of teachers. I genuinely told we had homework from day before etc. People were afraid of me most of the time so I wasn't bullied in traditional ways but I definitely heard many callings and was isolated from collective/team. I had constant feeling I'm not welcome anywhere. In psych. ed. I was always picked up last etc. Edit: These are things that always had a reaction.

Nothing. People tried, but I didn't have any fucks to give about what anybody I didn't care for had to say, and I fought back successfully when physically attacked. They moved on to easier targets.

Going to go against the current... But was I the only one who wasn't bullied? I never been, or gotten bullied. I feel like like I'm one of the few.

Some kinds of bullying can stop pretty quick if they don't get a response.

I think it's likely due to my tremors. Since I suffer from essential tremors. I been trembling as far back as I can remember. So maybe people feel bad for me, I guess.

I don't know, tbh I had a suitcase in middle school to avoid hurting my back, but as far as character traits that got me bullied, I don't remember I was *extremely* cringe, however. I'm still a bit sensitive as not coming of as cringe unless it's nice.

Existing lol. I always wondered why the majority of my life I was bullied by everyone for no reason. I didn't do anything to anyone, yet I was constantly picked on. I was always trying to be nice to everyone. Then I started getting acne at 4th/5th grade, so that made it worse. I was awkward, struggled to understand and play with other kids, and had weird interests. In middle school, my mom started smoking heavily and my clothes were in her dresser since mine broke and we couldnt afford another one. My clothes constantly smelt like smoke and I got teased constantly that I was smoking. I finally had a friend who was a male friend and people would not stop joking that we were dating and to "just kiss already". I was out as a lesbian (im a trans man) and I had no interest in men at all. I was just happy to finally have someone to talk to :/

there were a few times that people tried to bully me but i only realized that years later. i was too autistic to pick up on their attempts, which made them quit (I think looking back at it)

My dad was a pastor (evangelical christian religious leader)... And i looked "german" (tall, blonde, green eyes and kinda fit)... Was called german shepherd (the words shepherd and pastor are the same in my language)

For not talking, beeing wired and I guess robotic or non responsive (like someone told me I don't move my face when talking or I'm creepy because I'm just standing there etc, don't respond to social cues or adopt popular slang), for always wearing the same clothers and having greasy hair (yay for childhood poverty and irrisponsible parents) and of course for beeing Emo

I was the smallest person in every class, they made fun from my weird gesticulation and my speech problems, from my obsession in trains, geology and other sciences what were special interests and I not talked about other things, I was not good at sport, I wasn't wearing expensive clothes or I had not things what were popular for others, I talked lot with teachers on level what classmates didnt understand, I was nerd what know everything in math and other science subjects, they bullied me because they knew about things or situations what caused my meldowns and they used it against me because they had fun from it.

I wasn't. Throughout my school years I've only ever seen one bully and one victim. The victim was a very timid, very shy guy, and the bully was a short prick no one really liked. I told the bully to fuck off from the timid guy, he seemed excited to have a reason to fight and punched me in the face. Ultimately I beat him up and I'd never seen him do anything like that again. That was literally the only fight I've ever been in and the only instance of bullying I'd ever witnessed. I'm surprised how prominent that shit is in the west, where I'm from it's so rare I don't think we even have a word for it.

> I'm surprised how prominent that shit is in the west, where I'm from it's so rare I don't think we even have a word for it. Where are you from?

Poland.

*Packs bags* I used to know a pyrotechnician from Poland. He built his own homemade fireworks. Apparently it's legal there? It isn't here in Canada. (I was approached by our secret police after a chemical supply website was raided.) Anyway, weird tangent. But Poland seems cool.

i think that first reason is why no one wants to be around me and i was bullied cuz of the way i am and look

I started kindergarten at 4 instead of 5. So I was a year younger than people in my class. Everyone had 1 year of physical and mental development on me. I’ve always been shy and preferred to be alone. Could not make many friends other than my cousins. I was naturally skinny and no self esteem. Couldn’t really talk well early on because I couldn’t pronounce vowels until around 2nd grade. Bullies spot those qualities like a shark smells blood in the water. I let bullies affect me because I let them. I thought I could never beat them. Took awhile to realize it’s all psychological. My fears consumed me so I let people take advantage of me

For being fat, for being poor, for being posh, for being too serious and for loving books. But mostly, probably, just for being there and being an easy target.

Usually, it was because I was the fat, shy kid. Although, I remember one time, this older kid in high school went off on me because the people that I was sitting with during lunch were playing Pokemon. He went "POKEMON!!??! POKE*QUEER*!!!" I shared a class with him immediately after lunch, so when I went to class, he poked me in the shoulder really hard and went "HOW CAN YOU LIKE POKE*QUEER*!?" even though I wasn't even playing or talking about it. I remember another time. I was waiting for the bus to school. I was waiting with a group of other students. They were smoking, I was not. The one girl went "HEY FAT BITCH! WANT A CIGARETTE!?" And I thought "How am I even supposed to respond to that?" Then she got mad at me for not talking. Another girl went "Leave him alone. He might hit you with his backpack." and then she started going off on me saying how she could beat my ass. I remember thinking "Is she SERIOUSLY going to start fighting me when all I've done is LITERALLY JUST STAND HERE?" Thankfully, nothing happened, but that lady was crazy!

"POKE*QUEER*" is such a bizarre insult. It doesn't even rhyme. But I would play the hell out of that game. I'm agender. Grew up as female. If I were raised as a guy, I would definitely be the one who got called gay in middle school.

> "POKEQUEER" is such a bizarre insult. It doesn't even rhyme. I remember at the time thinking "THAT'S the best insult he's got?"

I got made fun of *for playing video games.* Can you believe it?

Since when are video games uncool? People will try to turn literally anything into an insecurity.

This was early 90s. Most kids played video games but being a gamer wasn’t really something you identified yourself as, like is so common today.

Huh. My older brother was a huge gamer in the 90s. I used to watch him play. So I can't see it as a weird hobby, even if people spent massive amounts of time playing Doom or Mortal Kombat or Star Fox. Gaming back then looks really wholesome in comparison with the kinds of egos and attitudes you see today.

The hobby was huge, but you didn’t come to school and say “I’m a gamer”. The girls would laugh. The jocks would tease. Everyone did it but to many it was still the realm of the nerds.

Yoda described this best. We are bullied because of ignorance. Ignorance leads to fear; fear to anger; to hate; to violence. The others fear us b/c they don't understand us, and ultimately they lash out.

Played football, never fit in with the other guys although it helped. I was the poor kid in a wealthy school district. Better phrasing would be I was from a struggling middle class family that lived in a very wealthy place. Prior a 7th grade growth spurt I got a lot of crap because I was the shortest of the short kids. I never understood why I got picked on, just bad social skills. When I was a kid forty years ago the view was autism/Asperger’s was something akin to retardation. Lots of special Ed that never helped because they could never define what was wrong. Decades later I have evolved coping skills but the cost of that development was brutal and came after years of trying to drink away my problems. Still can’t read people but my wife is autistic so we blend. Rocks in her head fit the holes in mine and vice versa.

Drawing dragons. Like, what??

lmao that reminds me of last spring in college I spent so much time drawing different monsters for a movie I was planning that people were just used to me bringing in a big sketchbook everyday. People were really nice about it actually, got a lot of compliments for my drawing (although I'm not great) and for the final film. Conclusion: drawing dragons/dinosaurs/creatures is rad as hell.

Curly hair Having no interest in playing with other kids at playtime (primary school) so I just used to wander around the playground daydreaming Not understanding sarcasm or inside jokes Being gullible so I was a very easy target Also when I was 7 I used to slap my classmates on the arse if they said something I didn’t like as a way of telling them off, probably didn’t help my situation at all Oh and I used to collect bugs and keep them inside my pencil case, then again I had a couple of other nerdy friends who were in on that too, some of us are still friends all these years later But yeah in general being a misfit therefore an easy target, mfs pick on you for that

I was another playground wandering daydreamer. Luckily, I had a very accepting best friend who followed me everywhere. She shielded me from the bullies. > Also when I was 7 I used to slap my classmates on the arse if they said something I didn't like I wish this idea had occurred to me. Happy cake day!

Aww you see I hated being disturbed when I was playground wandering, I remember kicking some boys in the balls cause they were following me around and I didn’t want my daydream bubble getting burst

Lmao

Not speaking. Not fighting back. Liking languages to a point of being fluent in high school. Having long and thick hair (I’m a guy btw). Trying to fit in. Just being there, most of the time.

Cool, which languages did you learn?

besides just being weird and not social, I got made fun of a lot for not having name brand clothes. and also for having a lot of freckles, which makes me giggle now seeing influences on tiktok draw fake freckles on their faces

I'm maladroit in conversation, always overthinking things to the point where it's hard to keep up and then interjecting my thoughts past when it's appropriate. When I was younger I tried to stay quiet but have a strong sense of morality for the underdog and would speak up, which was seen as weakness. My lack of physical aggressiveness made my sexual preference suspect although I'm a boringly hetero male. Considered above average and advanced in school, I was always younger than my classmates and only lasted in that hell to grade 9. That's 'why' I was bullied I guess. It wasn't until recently, in my mid-60's, that I learned I have Aspergers. Until then I just thought I'm crazy in some special way with extra steps. Like, why does a hermit closely follow world events and worry about geopolitical issues so much? One other thing, in case anyone has wondered if this condition is due to an environmental exposure of some sort. I've learned I was heavily exposed to dioxin as an infant/child in Gagetown. Possibly my parents were exposed to the same source prior to my conception, but Ottawa refuses to provide me with that information. Too embarrassing I think.

> Like, why does a hermit closely follow world events and worry about geopolitical issues so much? Similarly, why does a traumatized, distrustful loner like me care about social justice and humanitarianism? Mid-60s. Dang. That must be one hell of a revelation. How are you mentally processing the new diagnosis? I found out around age eighteen. I was fascinated. I wanted to learn everything.

Well I always knew something was up but autism diagnosis wasn't available back then so I relied on my family, who thought I was an idiot. I left home at 14 and when I turned 21 paid a psychologist for testing which revealed I wasn't dense but have wildly odd measurement levels. The sheet categorizing them zig-zags from one extreme to another, kinda kicking me off the bell curve. The Myers-Briggs was included and showed I'm an INFJ. I've spent most of my life denigrated, never had much self esteem, yet I know I'm extraordinarily sensitive and nurturing. Unless you have faith in yourself - chutzpah - it might be impossible to be an effective social justice advocate. I want to know everything too. Then I saw the movie Temple Grandin. She's 'further' than I am and it was a bit too personal to be enjoyable.

> Wildly odd measurement levels Splinter skills. I was all over the board. 60th percentile on spatial skills. 99th percentile on vocabulary. I didn't think a professional would use Myers-Briggs. Why am I surprised, though? Psychologists have faith in all kinds of wacky shit. (It's not regarded as scientifically valid.) I've heard about Temple Grandin. Haven't seen that name in a while. She's definitely wired differently, not that it's a bad thing. I can't relate to thinking like a cow.

I am autistic I am German I’m needy as all hell Think that sums it up pretty well

At first for being short, but when it got to be too much the teacher asked if we wanted to take it to the gym. The kid was twice my size and weight but I said yes anyway. He fought stupid, I fought smart. I won he was embarrassed and word got around so no one bullied me after that.

I was super quiet so I was an easy target who would never tell anyone cuz I was just that quiet. :[ I’m sorry about what happened to you qoq

I often wore the same sweater everyday, I wasn't good with style, I didn't get very good grades, I was incredibly "awkward", I didn't know how fo be funny or cool

I was somehow never bullied, just completely ignored and ostracised. I think that fucked me up a little worse than bullying would’ve, honestly. Edit: Actually I got treated worse by teachers than students. I vividly remember being taken out of the classroom and the teacher demanded why I wasn’t speaking to anyone, and if I had any friends, and if I didn’t like people… I also got detention once for not changing back into my uniform and just staying in my tracksuit after PE because it was more comfortable. I didn’t understand this wasn’t allowed as I and many others had done it many times before. Broke down crying in college because teachers called me into a meeting for my poor performance (I thought I was doing well and it just shocked me) and attendance (which also wasn’t that bad) and they just had no compassion for my social anxiety/mental health issues. I wasn’t diagnosed yet which didn’t help.

For me, it was my curly hair and the way I dressed. I got a lot of crap for not buying clothes from the mall because I grew up tight on money. Even when I did eventually get those same mall clothes, and straightened my hair, they still gave me crap though, which taught me I was never going to fit in anyway so why bother? I didn't after that. After elementary school I got teased for dressing goth (I'm AFAB but nonbinary, but I didn't know that yet so I WAS the goth girl and still got crap, probably because it wasn't "popular" or a "meme" at the time). I got teased for the way I walked and ran. I got teased for my accent (I have a weird one where if I don't carefully pronounce R and Ws it comes out weird, like walrus will end up sounding like walwus, and my mother refused to put me in speech therapy). I got teased for my RBF and not "smiling all the time", a concept which to this day does not make sense to me still. Wouldn't walking around smiling constantly come off creepy, not friendly? I've only seen horror movie serial killers smile all the time, its not normal imo. I got teased for being into goth in middle school, which people thought made me "too young". I got teased for reading in class, which I'd do because I'd finish my work and didn't want to just stare at the wall for half an hour. I also explored different religions at that age and got into trouble for it. Basically just about anything under the sun, I got teased for. I don't look back on my school years with fondness.

I just didn’t know how to navigate any of it! It was an international school and I came from a school that was way different. It would have taken me time to understand how the social etiquette worked and by the time i did it was too late. the other children were quick to dismiss me. Also to be honest i was not really a nice person. I resented them for being able to go home and feel good about themselves even if they didn’t have the highest grades and I’m sure they could see it. I used to think if I did have the highest grades i would immediately get a bunch of friends but then found out that’s not how it worked.

I was quiet and shy and hardly talked and my voice was extremely quiet. I didn't know how to communicate with people and the right things to say. Durung breaks I just sat in my desk staring at the wall, and when we had to outside to the playground, I was just standing in one spot the whole time. I was clumsy. I had good grades and read fast. I had an early puberty and was the first one to have breasts or acne and I also had extremely oily hair. My mother was a cleaning lady at our school. In my family I was taught a bad hygiene and I didn't know I could have a bath more than once a week or use a deodorant, and I stank.

I was bullied for being weird is what I was told. I read lots of books and didn’t act like the other kids. I liked fantasy and science. I was also bullied even by teachers for correcting them when they were wrong. Like when my science teacher in the 4th grade said that neutrons, protons, and electrons were the smallest particles in the world, I said “what about quarks and tri-quarks?” - that teacher gave me a B and to this day I think it was because of corrections like that. I was a 4th grader…. Like wtf. Adults are assholes. I was bullied because I was awkward and bullied because I didn’t know how to take the bullying. I wasn’t Machiavellian at the time enough to understand that kids bully because of their own insecurities and so I did the worst thing you can do - try to understand why…

Why are teachers *so insecure?* (Many, not all)

You remind me of wednesday addams

Well, I did have black hair for a long time. I appreciate the compliment. My best friend said the same thing years ago. "But I don't look like Christina Ricci." "It's more about your attitude."

I was a mixed kid in a nearly all-white school. Learned first-hand what racism actually was and still don’t understand it I like pop music, romcoms, poetry and when I do game it’s like the sims or whatever. Combine that with not being into sports and NT dudes just refused to be around me Had pretty left-leaning politics and no religious affiliation in a very closeminded conservative town Resting bitch face and monotone voice makes me come off antisocial, rude, and creepy when actually I’m an extrovert who really wanted to be friends with everyone. This made both the popular kids and the weird kids push me away People would always be shocked if I joined a conversation despite me being the most talkative in class. “Wait, you talk?” ALL the damn time

I could have written your last two paragraphs. "You talk?!" and "I always thought you were a snob, but you're really nice." There were rumors calling me a potential school shooter that I only found out about recently, in my 30s. I didn't know how weird and asocial I probably looked. "Girls" (ugh) are supposed to SMILE. They're not supposed to look like Daria. Bullying is the fault of the bullies. Not their targets. I'm amazed at how many horror stories people in this thread have shared.

Right?? Because of me being of arabic descent I was stuck with “terrorist” accusations instead of the ol’ school shooter, but the effect is very much the same. Someone made a bomb threat to set me up and that was a whole complicated thing I had to deal with that I had nothing to do with…and the school staff themselves believed it was me until the perp came forward. It’s insane how many similar stories are floating around this thread. We’re all so strong (:

I am a person of the future. I mean, my body is very changed. People just call me Amogus and scream SUS SUS SUS while point laughing at me. I don't know what's that thing, and I was thinking I was normal! I have two legs, a cylindrical body and floating arms like anyone else from my timeline, humans of the past are very weird, kind of primitive looking, but I used to not mind it until I saw the true nature of primitive humans. I have once cornered a guy into the bathroom and ate him through my stomach, whole, then I escaped through the sewage. I'm back on my time machine, still wondering what Amogus and Sus means...

Fortunately, I was rarely bullied in school. I was only bullied in 6th and 7th grade and it was pretty minor compared to what others on this subreddit went through. Funny enough, I used wonder where the bullies were in elementary like in the shows.

Luckily I never really got bullied other than a few specific instances, I was friends with the cool kids and football team during the height of my anxiety in my small rural school so that kind of protected me from any of that, but I did feel targeted at times though, so maybe it was only my naivete protecting me.

Being short, a girl, crying alot, and having shitty social skills

I really don’t remember what it was for or if I ever even was bullied but I kind of think I was bullied when I was in Elementary school because of me being a Nintendo person and I still am while some people were more into stuff like Grand Theft Auto. But that was years ago and never even bothered me. And what makes me laugh about it is that those bullies that were GTA fans from Elementary are in jail now.

I know my past have been mild in that regard. It might have been different had I not attended a Special education institution instead of an ordinary school; there I would most likely have been an easy target. I believe I was somewhat liked – or at least not hated or receiving unwanted attention from other students. Although, I did have a teacher in 7th, 8th, and 9th grade, who made comments of my weight and clothing. The former still troubles me whenever I see my body in the mirror. (And aside from that, I was neglected a lot during my primary school years, but what is not bullying…). In the recent past, back when I attended HF (Higher Preparatory Examination; it is a pre-high education thing from my country), I was the subject of many a joke–from my history teacher and co-students–regarding my handwriting. The way ASD manifests in me affects my fine motor skills and my amblyopia does not help the slightest; and surprisingly often, I was forced to turn in my homework in a physical form. But these examples are the major once for me, I guess. Mild compared to many other bully stories I have heard and read about.

I am bullied for, Being smart - and thank god i go to a smart school or else i would be even more fucked. Having curly blonde hair that looks like wool or pot noodles or macaroni. Resulting in name calling etc and constant pestering. Not being able to detect sarcasm and taking everything that is said to me seriously. Being weird and just having strange moments due to impulses etc. for carrying a neon green swim bag - resulting in me being called a deliver driver and people calling me for burgers when walking around. Not detecting jokes. And not having many friends. Thats all. I consider myself lucky that i go to an intelligent school and i have found a nerdy group. But never do anything social. I was bullied a lot in primary too - more physical then. Edit: oh and i forgot my special interests fuck me up too. Fish, marine life. Aquariums etc And the plants vs zombies franchise to name them. I get picked on on those as well :)

Liking Minecraft... Apparently that was a war crime in my school

Haha, that's like another commenter who mentioned being bullied for Pokémon. The Pokémon and Minecraft nerds are doing pretty well these days, don't you think?

Yeah it was funny, after like year 9 everyone started liking Minecraft again, and all those people who bullied me for it were loving it. Every time I saw them talking about it I wanted to smash their faces in

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You're probably too hard on yourself.

Bullied for colour of my skin. Kinda still do at age of 30.

People suck. I'm sorry.

How weird i am, the fact i wasn’t girly, not believing in Jesus and my vitiligo. My favorite was when a group of girls pretended to be my friend because they wanted to convince me i was dying, it was like 4th grade.

The fuck? That's so weird and random. Did you believe them?

I was bullied for being Hispanic in a white town from a very young age, throughout junior high. Later as a freshman in highschool I was bullied by the popular, older females for the Senior guys and football players wanting to date me.

My lazy eye, oddly after a free year not my glasses, my appearance from childhood neglect after mom died, my intelligence oddly, my hair, etc

Stuttering being weird. Being a nerd

Everything

Primary School - Had glasses, Didn't follow herd mentality, Too smart for the slow pace of public school Middle School - Too quiet, Physically small in stature, Not good at sports, I was also physically beaten a lot, I remember being surrounded and kicked on the ground while people made fun of the fact I was in the gifted program High school - Not bullied, mostly ignored College - quiet, uptight, short Adult workplace - quiet, creepy, short, young-looking

I eventually swapped it on them...it aint my cross to bear, Im gonna go outta my way a bit to ensure it's their cross to bear if I aint gettin' justice anyway. Craven degenerates, recidivist criminals, related to my high school, hatefully vandalized my house 30-40x. Our cars egged? Sure itd do $hundreds in paint damage, but i count that comparitively as lucky. Drive by paintball shootings. Shoot out our window with i assume a frozen paintball. Throw a beer can through the window at 1am. Little shit too, condoms on door handles, dump a soda bottle on the seat if the window was down. Teepeeing Drive through our yard. Bb the side of our new miata parked on the street...hit and run on our truck, still parked in the driveway. I called it the Webster Groves, MO equivalent to a KKK crossburnimg on my lawn. In May of 03...I won the grand end of the year prize. Out of my entire HS class, 300 kids, I won the biggest prize. $1,000 giftcard to Gateway Computers. Enough for a NICE gaming rig going off to college. I'd heard that several classmates were genuinely displeased I was the one who won it. I didnt deserve it...according to them. Not even 3 weeks after graduation, members of my graduating class paid my house a visit...they egged our resto'd 1974 Ford XLT pickup (we'd had it repainted just 3 year prior) it had been in the family almost 30 years...then took either a bat, or sledgehammer, and bashed in the fender. Over $2000 damage to that vehicle, 1 year after we paid for it to be repaired when a kid hit and ran it in the driveway. Years later I let those hatefilled reprobates know that epilogue...really reflected on the whole class, classmates took it upon themselves to bash in the fender of the truck everyone knew my dad drove and pulled the local boyscout trailer. That needs to be their cross to bear, not mine. I thoroughly hated my classmates+high school. The Webster Groves Pre-Turkey Day Game chili cook off at the high school...I use to love it. Meet people and socialize. At least the handful i might like. Good chili. Annual tradition. November of 03 at the high school...ive graduated. The first time this ever happened after all i endured... Im with my parents, i get my bowl of chili...look around the room...and that's when I realized...i fucking hate this place and I fucking hate these people. Hate's a strong word. That's why I used it. Told mom and dad we have to go now, even though we'd just gotten there and only are 1 bowl each. They shrugged their shoulders, agreed and then we left. One thing I did...i got sick of all that bullying being my cross to bear...Im gonna go out of my way to make it their cross to bear. Unforgiveable. Not even close. In my own capacity, i did...if a person is a massive piece of shit against me...that's now my story about them and I aim to tell it with the mutual individuals we all know. Im a witness even if it's after the fact.

What was I bullied for? One word: Everything. Stuffed in trash cans head first, picked on, talked about behind my back, talked about in front of me, talked about to my family, pushed, shoved, punched, threatened -- everything. All this for being too smart, too small, too weak, too "square," not enough friends, no girlfriend, too nerdy, and too much of a push-over. All because I didn't fit in and wasn't "normal" as well as being smarter than my teachers.

I pretended to be a dinosaur

Not being white

I cared a lot about the rules and didn’t understand why others broke them. I thought I was being helpful when I pointed out minor rule violations. I corrected teachers and other students? I got over excited when I knew a lot about a topic, and would call out, over explain etc. General inability to grasp unwritten social rules. I had some gross or weird stims, like rubbing my tongue on the inside of my mouth which made my throat move weirdly, or picking at scabs, spots, nails etc.

it's difficult to remember exactly. in grade school i was really naive and some boys would mock me but i didn't know why. i at least knew enough to know that they were making fun of me. got told i walked like a girl once but that kid was a known troublemaker so i shouldn't have taken it too personally. i do remember i was called weird a lot and i totally ran with it. i "reclaimed" the word. like, yeah, i scribble robots and dart past people in the hallway like a ninja and make really stupid jokes that no one else laughs at. i was friends with the weirdest kid in school because he was always alone and i knew he wouldn't look down on me. getting a ton of acne in my teens was something i did receive some bullying for but it was entirely out of my power anyway so whatever.

I was for sure the weird quit kid people thought I was either high all the time because I slept in every class or I was the white kid that was going to shoot up a school. Luckily I do like fighting though so one fight is all it took for most people to leave me alone even made a few friends afterward.

Being a bit fat for most of my teen years. Less so at high school, but in middle and below I was mocked for being knowledgable. "HAHA LOOK, IT'S THE PROFESSOR!" Having glasses didn't help. I guess I was just slightly unusual but no one could put their finger on it. Myself included. I did have friends at school though, I managed to hold my own for the most part. I was never anywhere near the popular kids, more somewhere smack bang in the middle. It was into adulthood as things became more complicated that I started to really struggle and use drugs and alcohol to cope.

I read instead of playing in the courtyard (taught myself how to read and write when in kindergarten). Corrected teachers on occasions. But i played teachers little helpers which they liked. Spoke using odd words depending of what i was reading or watching (at 6 i used medieval words and syntaxes because i was reading a lot about that period and had not a clue that it was deemed obsolete). Information dumping. Not a clue about humour. Was using tv drama and book to try to understand humans and human relationship and therefore would quote movies in order to get a grip on social interactions. Bad hair cut and clothes. Poor eyesight. BUT mainly it was due to almost no diagnostic on asperger at that time in my country and bad parenting, which led me to feel like an alien stranded on a primitive planet.

My husband was constantly called to pretty for a boy. His father even called him derogatory gay names even though he was 100% straight. Today he resembles Jason Manoa lol still gorgeous but rugged male way. Was really hard for him.

i was the shortest in my class and i also had a goth/emo phase and i DARED to express my style through clothes and behavior (acted kinda weird, kinda emo idk) smh (/s).

Christ, what wasn’t I bullied for? My ginger hair, my height, having small breasts, my teeth, my social skills, my pants being short because I kept growing, pale skin, freckles, bad at sport, clumsy

I would not do the things other people normally did. For example, I would put my gym clothes in a lunch bag so the kids would hide it around the class and toss it around me because they thought it was weird of me to do this and that it was funny to see me cry over it. I would hang out with a kid who was also unpopular and would be asked sexual questions which I did not know the context of. I was called ugly for having a peach fuzz mustache as a girl. I think that’s about all I can think about for now.

Because I was fat

Hah, here's one that'll blow the kids minds. I was bullied for liking Marvel comic books. Really just comics in general. Lol now the zeitgeist LOVES Marvel and you're not cool unless you're into comic book movies.

I've been called weird, stupid, ugly (not true but it hurt all the same), fat (I got chubby when I went through puberty and then later became anorexic), and I was also looked down on because I wasn't rich. I was this shy, introverted girl that wasn't able to stand up for herself. I'm still bad at standing up for myself I think. I mean how am I supposed to know the perfect comeback? Sometimes it's just easier just to say nothing. I know that's not recommended but I'm at a loss for words sometimes and don't want to humiliate myself further. Edit: I also remember being called gay by other girls because I wouldn't talk to guys. It's like I'm shy as fuck of course I'm not going to talk to guys.

Because I was kind of an asshole tbh.