A new hero for all bullied kids

[Rhyfelwyr]

More often than not its the little kids who are the bullies, but that doesnt show in movies about school yard life. They always show the bigger kids as the harasser instead of the harassed.

True. The only person to ever try to bully me was one of the popular kids that got upset when I was showing him up at football (soccer). He must have been about 5'5", so he suffered from "wee man syndrome" as we call it.

He wasn't really bullying me he just kept trying to hack me, so I just hacked him back, wasn't difficult when he was so small. In the end it worked out pretty well for me, after a football tournament all the little kids kept coming up to me and telling me how amazing at football I was.

It was pretty funny because how good you are at football is pretty much tied to how popular you are. That's why I think the 'bully' didn't like me making him look bad, he had always been one of the most popular ones and I wasn't really unpopular/geeky/whatever, more living in my own little world lol.

In the end we forgot about it pretty well and I got on fine with him, I don't hold grudges.

[Veho Nex]

Yeah im good friends with one of the kids I beat up with, he was actually about the same size as me so it was an even fight. During middle school he was a snob but after we spent a year in the same classes during highschool we became friends.

[Samurai Waki]

I had an odd reversal of fortunes, I was one of the bigger kids during Elementary/Middle School then when Highschool struck I was just around average. I never really got bullied as a kid, and by the time I was in Highschool I didn't have to worry about it. I know bullying happens on a large scale in Highschool, but I was usually acquainted with most of the big tough guys so most bullies knew I was off limits.

[johnhughthom]

Looking back at my school days I guess I did some bullying, it was never physical but it certainly wasn't pleasant. There's one guy in particular I would love to apologise to because I was a complete ***** to him just because he was a little odd. The stupid thing is he was the sort of person I would rather be friendly with now. What makes it worse is I was sort of bullied myself early in my high school days as I went to a grammar school and was from the wrong side of the tracks. It didn't last long as I "took action", but I should have realised how my actions would have affected people. It pretty much was just to look big in front of friends, I never wanted to actually hurt anybody, but the emotional trauma never entered my head. I was a very immature teenager.

[Reenk Roink]

Looking back at my school days I guess I did some bullying, it was never physical but it certainly wasn't pleasant. There's one guy in particular I would love to apologise to because I was a complete ***** to him just because he was a little odd. The stupid thing is he was the sort of person I would rather be friendly with now. What makes it worse is I was sort of bullied myself early in my high school days as I went to a grammar school and was from the wrong side of the tracks. It didn't last long as I "took action", but I should have realised how my actions would have affected people. It pretty much was just to look big in front of friends, I never wanted to actually hurt anybody, but the emotional trauma never entered my head. I was a very immature teenager.

It's OK john, your kneecap should heal if you stay off of it for a couple of weeks.

[johnhughthom]

Here's the ultimate way to deal with a bully:

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/80761925/

[Beskar]

Here's the ultimate way to deal with a bully:

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/80761925/

That is actually illegal and gets you in big trouble for "Sexual Harrassment". I know of an incident where some one was being bullied so they did something similar to their tormentor (grabbed the tormentors pants, yanked them down, then pointed and laughed). They got into real major trouble with the school over it and were excluded for like 2 weeks.

[Megas Methuselah]

Looking back at my school days I guess I did some bullying, it was never physical but it certainly wasn't pleasant. There's one guy in particular I would love to apologise to because I was a complete ***** to him just because he was a little odd. The stupid thing is he was the sort of person I would rather be friendly with now. What makes it worse is I was sort of bullied myself early in my high school days as I went to a grammar school and was from the wrong side of the tracks. It didn't last long as I "took action", but I should have realised how my actions would have affected people. It pretty much was just to look big in front of friends, I never wanted to actually hurt anybody, but the emotional trauma never entered my head. I was a very immature teenager.

I wasn't a bully, but I was certainly an a-hole. I began to put an end to that behaviour in grade 12, but even then, it wasn't quite so. In some ways, I was mature, whilst in other ways, I was not.

Props to the bullied kid, though. When he picked up his tormentor and threw him to the ground, I was like, "Yeah, this is how we do it in mah 'hood!" Good stuff.

[Samurai Waki]

"Yeah, this is how we do it in mah 'hood!" Good stuff.

I always had the strange idea that your hood was more severe on "bullies" as I recall it was NEVER a good idea to pick on Natives, or you'd get about twenty more of their friend's ready to do more than throw you to the ground...

[Strike For The South]

My only complaint is that the kid stopped

[Askthepizzaguy]

When I was a very small child, very young, I was.... well, beyond wimpy. I was a bookworm, and I had a big sensitive heart that always made me such an easy target. When I was about.... I'd say second grade, I'd get upset when people would pull up dandelions, because I knew from experience that the dandelions died when you picked them like that. To say I wouldn't hurt a fly was an understatement. My parents got it in my head that I was not to raise my fists at people, and to this day I am still very much a pacifist.

Anyway, until about 7th grade, every bully in school knew I was an easy mark because I would take it, unresponsive, and not taunt back or hit back. But around about 7th grade, I remember it clearly, there was a day when most of the staff and students went on a field trip. There were only a few teachers and students left, and the teachers were not paying much attention. Most of us were in the computer lab, goofing off, playing games. So on the computer game, I kept getting vile messages from one of the other students, who of course was also sending these messages to the rest of the class; the usual stuff, vulgarities describing my mother, insults directed at me personally, and so on and so forth. As usual, I just ignored this stuff, and after "class" I left to go to one of the other classrooms to get my things and to cool off. But, I found the exits to the room were blocked off by this bully and his buddies. They had trapped me in the room with no teachers around, and the bully started taunting me, and I told him to leave me alone.

He asked me if I was going to cry, and I said no. He then decided I was going to fight him, and so everyone started shouting "fight! fight! fight!", which was awesome because there were only like 15 of them and one of me, because I didn't have ANY friends to back me up. I tried to leave the room but his friends wouldn't let me through, and he got up in my face and started pushing me around. It was this moment I was dreading the most, because my options were to stay there and let him shove me around, empty the contents of my bookbag on the floor, and otherwise make me miserable, or I'd have to actually fight the guy, and seeing as I've never had a violent act in my life, I knew I wouldn't exactly be good at it. This kid was also purportedly taking karate classes, and I'm sure that would have been some advantage. He was also more into sports than I was, so a little athleticism goes a long way.

But, at that moment, I wasn't really afraid of what he was going to do to me, or what his friends were going to do to me. They were going to do rotten things to me now, and probably later on as well. Seeing as I put up with it every day, there was no way it could get worse; they had nothing left to threaten me with. If they're going to make my life miserable anyway, no matter what I do, and I can't escape, I figured I had no reason to fear. And, I also felt, it wasn't morally right to allow someone to make me feel so miserable without bothering to defend myself. It was actually wrong to do nothing, because that only encourages more of the same.

So I wasn't afraid, and I was pretty royally pissed as well. What's more, I saw that my tormentor was extremely vulnerable, as he had his badass reputation on the line, and all his friends were watching. If he didn't beat the living pulp out of me, and for no apparent reason, he would appear weak in front of his buddies. He had so much to lose, and I had nothing to lose. He had made a terrible mistake, and although he was in a cocky, joyous mood, I was in a rather grim, annoyed mood. One is more advantageous than the other in this situation, as he had his guard completely down, thinking I'd be unable or unwilling to fight back.

After shoving me a few times, and checking his friend's reaction, I saw my moment. I knew I wouldn't be able to throw a decent punch, but, I moved forward as quickly as I could, and planted both palms squarely into his chest. He went flying backwards, smashed into a group of his friends, and ended up sprawled on the ground looking up at the ceiling.

Several years' worth of frustration culminated to that moment, and although a teacher arrived to break up the fight, as they dragged us both down the hall and to the principal's office, he was rather quiet, and I unleashed a rather loud torrent of expletives, explaining that if he ever came near me or looked at me the wrong way again, I would finish what he started. In the principal's office, I looked him straight in the eye as he looked at the ground, and explained that I was done taking his bull, and that I would make sure he had a bloodied nose and broken teeth the next time he laid a hand on me.

To my recollection, no one ever laid a hand on me again, even into high school. I was fortunate, though, that I did not live in a drug/gang-filled area where weapons at school are the norm. There's not a whole lot one unarmed kid can do against that, but even so.... if they were going to hurt me no matter what I did, I opted to leave at least one of them bloodied and confidence shaken, rather than not.

I still think it was the right choice, even if it wasn't much of a choice. I would rather recommend getting some friends to help one watch your back, and trying to avoid trouble in the first place. As nice as my story ended, it could have had an unfortunate ending. It's not like I could have taken all of his friends at once, but I am fairly confident after that encounter, his bark was worse than his bite. I *might* have been able to finish that fight with him more bloodied than me.

"Karate" indeed.

[Andres]

Looking back at my school days I guess I did some bullying, it was never physical but it certainly wasn't pleasant. There's one guy in particular I would love to apologise to because I was a complete ***** to him just because he was a little odd.

Even though I finally stood up for myself, I never, ever want to see those two boys who bullied me again. They made my life in primary school miserable for years and they did ruin a substantial part of my childhood.

If one of these two ever rings at my door to offer an apology, then a few more punches and kicks in their groin would be the reward. I usually don't hold grudges, but I can't bring myself to forgiving those two jerks.

[Askthepizzaguy]

Even though I finally stood up for myself, I never, ever want to see those two boys who bullied me again. They made my life in primary school miserable for years and they did ruin a substantial part of my childhood.

If one of these two ever rings at my door to offer an apology, then a few more punches and kicks in their groin would be the reward. I usually don't hold grudges, but I can't bring myself to forgiving those two jerks.

Forgiving certain people is very hard. Some folks, even if they grow up, you can't forget who they once were. I usually encourage healing and forgiveness, but I certainly understand this sentiment here.

BTW, what is it with these kids all claiming to know karate?

[Louis VI the Fat]

In school I used to bully my teachers.* Then one day, one of them beat me up, right in front of class too. I never did bully him again.

Coward did sneak attack me from behind. Tsk...


* Well only until the age of fifteen.
Only the authoritarian ones, never the weak gentle ones! Then I moved on to the police, the army, and the government. Weaklings kiss up and kick downwards. It should be the reverse. Kick whatever is stronger, and protect what is weaker.

Even though I finally stood up for myself, I never, ever want to see those two boys who bullied me again. They made my life in primary school miserable for years and they did ruin a substantial part of my childhood.

If one of these two ever rings at my door to offer an apology, then a few more punches and kicks in their groin would be the reward. I usually don't hold grudges, but I can't bring myself to forgiving those two jerks.

Three big kids once beat up my brother, while one of them was pinning me down. If I ever see them again, I will kill them.

There's something silly about that, I suppose, considering that I think I was thirteen, and these guys probably fourteen. In general I would think it bizarre to punish adults for what they did when they were eightteen, never mind fourteen, but still...if given the option and he guarantee I'd get away with it, I might really do kill them.

[Motep]

Ah...bullying. One bullied to stand up, and the bully usually stops. I've straws to put and the limit has been pushed many a time. Not until the first time did I realize that I would actually enjoy fighting.
Soo....bully one: verbal confrontation, he lunged, was fat, kept me down for about twenty seconds until I gathered my wits (he was punched me in the face a couple of times, and the blows to the nose sucked, but on the whole it was not painful) and kicked him off of me (there was a gap between us; enough for a leg). He went back, and knocked his noggin off of a table. Lights out.
Bully Two: He was bigger than me ... by alot. I was 5'4", he was about 6'. He also weighed almost twice as much as I did (I was 110 at the time). He was being his normal self, and things were getting pretty heated. I would normally have let things slide, but I was irate that day. Anyways, he threatened violence and I punched him in the eye. Well....he grabbed me by the collar and pulled, ripping my shirt as I lunged backwards. I got tangled in the ripped shirt, and he got me to the ground. He punched me a few times, and I wormed myself into a position where I could kick him in the groin. He let go of me, and I got up, but the gym teacher stepped up, and I never got to finish that one.
Bully Three: This was not much of a fight. He was pushing me around, and I was not letting him. He punched me in the face, and then I punched him in the face, and it was pretty much over as there was a teacher nearby.
Bully Four: Being a rude . I punched him in the face after a while, and since we were in a stairwell....well...he fell as hit his heat. He flailed about with his legs, clipped me, knocked me off balance, and I fell and hit my head. Friends kept us apart after that one.
Bully Five: Location, location, location. I was standing near a column on my friend's porch. His other friend, who had been a pain in my ass for a long time, and I were having a bit of an altercation. About what? I dont recall. Anyways, he lunged to grab me, and I stepped aside and tripped him. I cannot believe it worked. That stuff never works. Anyways, he tripped over my sweeping leg and smashed his face into the column. Best thing ever.
Bully Six: Sometimes, all their talk is not for show. He was messing with my friend, so I stood up for him. Ummm....I got my ass handed to me, and it was pretty fast. I am a bleeder, and I can take groin shots pretty well, I guess. After a while of me getting right back up after a devastating blow, he just walked away.
Not a bully, but they sucked and it was a fun fight, so...: Me and my brother were going to the gas station, and some kids we knew from school were hanging about. Well, we didnt like them, and they didint like us, so we threw around a few insults. They had bats...we discovered, and there were three of them, but they were pretty stupid. The fight was short, ugly, kinda complicated, and I got a concussion from it. I held, though, and managed to give some hurt. My brother...well...he kicked a wee bit more butt than me, I admit. Point is: two of them had broken noses and the other was simply knocked unconscious. Lots of blood, lots of groans, and my brother broke one of his fingers blocking a bat.

Moral of the stories: none of these people messed with me again, and I miss fighting.

ATPG: Support.

[Samurai Waki]

The most recent "fight" (which one could hardly call it; more like massacre) that I saw was shortly before I left Montana for my new job. Was in Deer Lodge doing some work with the State Prison, decided to have a drink at the local bar, also the local watering hole for off duty Prison guards. A guy and his "girlfriend" had gotten into a tiff, so he ends up throwing a full force punch to the face of the woman. She goes down, right in front of about six prison guards. All big, mean looking guys even a hardened prisoner would probably have second thoughts about fighting. The guy realizes his error of judgement and books it to his truck, doesn't make it... the biggest guard grabs him by the arm and yanks him out the truck, then dislocates that arm from the shoulder. Another guard moves in and boot stops him in the jaw. Game Over. Dislocated Arm, and broken jaw. I help out the woman, make sure she's okay... besides a bloody nose, all seemed good. Give my report of the altercation to the cops (heavily in the Prison Guard's favor). Hopefully this guy learned his lesson.