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zombie_berkman wrote
It wasn't as much bullied as kids that got in trouble alot knew they could get me worked up easily. So I started swinging back. It got me suspened a handful of times and concussed. Also might have been why I wrestled in highschool which probably was why highschool was 'argely uneventful minus 1 fight
DaisyDisaster wrote
I was bullied, verbally and physically, as well as sexually harassed by other children, and verbally bullied at times by family and teachers. It's made me extremely anxious around people, even good friends. I feel like if I don't act perfectly around someone that it will reveal some sort of exceedingly unacceptable trait to people and put me in harm's way.
On the other hand, I am a kinder person because I don't want people to feel threatened or hurt by me, so it's a mixed bag.
An_Old_Big_Tree wrote
Here and there, probably not more than the average person at the school I went to.
ziq OP wrote
It's made me extremely anxious around people, even good friends. I feel like if I don't act perfectly around someone that it will reveal some sort of exceedingly unacceptable trait to people and put me in harm's way.
I'm the same way. I don't know what to show people that will placate them. It feels like everything is wrong.
Slick wrote
When I was 7 I was beaten by 7 older kids in the Malay refugee camp for fighting over dinner food. It was terrible to be a refugee on a strange land when you and your family had just survived a genocide. If it wasn't for a Malay old man that broke up the fight I would be dead. He brought me to the hospital, paid for my expense and let my family know. Later turned out he was a retired Silat master. That was also how I began to learn martial art.
leftous wrote
That's terrible. Your life sounds like the premise to a movie. How long were you in that camp?
leftous wrote
Mixture of bullying from my relatives, and some sexual abuse from a peer. The worst part is that the bullying related to my voice and a speech impediment, so it made me extremely quiet and passive. That learned docility, limited existence, and finally breaking out of and overcoming it definitely contributed to my anarchist mindset.
Franz_trashka wrote
For a few years until I realized I was bigger and stronger than the bullies and used it. Then in 7th when the 5 towns went to one school I started throwing down with bullies of other kids I kinda liked. Never got suspended luckily because the principal knew I would run up his house lmao.
Slick wrote
3 years and the Malay government refused to accept our plea for asylum. When the Pol Pot sent people to death camps the family was separated, each ran on their own path. My father fled to Hong Kong after escaping the death camp, and that was how he later brought us to the city. My mother moved back to Phnom Penh after the war, trying to find a purpose in life, brought my sister and I with her. But only a few years we moved back to Hong Kong again.
My life experience is neither unique nor worst. Every Cambodian have and had this story.
ConnieCommie wrote
i went thru shit when i was little and then became a girl
DissidentRage wrote
I was bullied on a daily basis my entire school life and sporadically attacked physically. The lesson I came away with is that if you can't make other people happy, you should at least try to do so for yourself. Fuck other people's opinions.
ETERNAL_PRISONER wrote (edited )
Yes, I was bullied too in school. One of the worst things I remember is, when one of my class "mates" set up my hair on fire. These experiences from the past are definitely responsible for the reason, that I'm a communist today. At first, I just wanted to destroy the whole humanity. But now, I want to change our societal system, so that people have no reason to behave like total douchebags. The marxist theory thought me, that the root of people's behaviour lies in the direct material conditions. When we change these conditions, we will change humanity itself. My hate to our system and our society has indeed a personal motivation.
ziq OP wrote
Me personally, it made me very distrustful of all authority. I was bullied by other children as well as my parents and other adults. So it probably made me an anarchist ultimately, but a very scarred one.