I wouldn't be a proper nerd if I hadn't been.

Oh man, I'm not a proper nerd. My only bullying incidents were isolated older kids being dicks where I randomly happened to be the little kid in the area.

If you haven't been shoved into a locker, Gud, you aren't the real deal.

Oh! Today is 9/02/10. Celebrate West Beverly High!

ita, you are such a fangirl!

Damn.

Howdy.

I wasn't bullied much but I was ostracized. Not for any particular thing. It was just always hard to make friends and I was the kid eating lunch by themselves through most of my schooling, right through college.

I'm lucky I was the tallest kid in the class by early grammar school. Few people messed with me because I was tall and strong and could probably whip their asses. I didn't bully others, in general. Although I'm ashamed I didn't do enough about some of the name calling that went on around me.

The one tormentor I had was a girl I didn't even know. I was sent to a private girls high school a couple miles away and rode my bike to get there. My mom forced me to wear a helmet back when NOBODY wore helmets. A girl presumably on her way to the public school would see me every day in my uniform and Bell helmet. She'd give me shit every day. I'm sorta amazed I didn't jump off my bike and beat the crap out of her but she was black and I think I didn't want people to think I was beating her up for her race rather than her behavior. The verbal abuse from her went on all year.

Jilli, that's awesome!

eta the post in press, though what your dad did was pretty awesome too.

I'm sorta amazed I didn't jump off my bike and beat the crap out of her

You'd have the advantage of wearing a helmet too.

Then there was the Duran Duran song Girls on Film that was oh so cleverly turned into WHALES on Film by a group of boys who would serenade me in the halls.

Bullying with a Duran Duran song. In my head, these kids must be something speical. Lame.

I remember one time in elementary school, in PE (which I HATED). We played dodge ball. I usually threw the ball so weak that it hardly passed to the other side of the court. That one day, a kid who was well aware of my physical ability taunted me when I got the ball (which of course, was a thing I tried to avoid at all costs). I tried not to put too much attention to him, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and threw the ball. I suddenly heard laughter, and I was sure it was on my account, as usual, so I opened my eyes to see what I managed to do this time. And what I saw was this kid, standing with his hands over his crotch, pain on his face, and all of the other kids pointed and laughed at him. Considering that he stood at the other side of his team's court and that I didn't aim at him to begin with, but just prayed that the ball would make it to their side of the court, it was a miracle. He ran away shortly afterward, crying. Nobody minded the next time in the game when I barely managed to throw the ball hard enough for it to the other side.

Congrats on Pinky, Jilli.

My parents pretty much never went to bat for me on anything. I guess their idea was that it would toughen me up. It didn't. Maybe in other circumstances it would have but given that I was a creation of emotional abuse, it didn't. I just because submissive in most of what I did in life. And that really affected me ability to make a living, etc. *sigh*

I wonder if there are so many bullying stories here because it's more prevalent than people think or because a Buffista board is more likely to be an assemblage of smart quirky people who would have been picked on?

I wonder if there are so many bullying stories here

%age wise, there haven't been that many, really. And I don't know if being smart and quirky has anything much to do with being bullied. I think the power dynamic is just about being able to get away with it.