Page 2 of 4 [ 49 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1, 2, 3, 4  Next


When did the bullying start?
0-5 years 29%  29%  [ 31 ]
6-7 years 18%  18%  [ 19 ]
8-9 years 28%  28%  [ 30 ]
10-11 years 13%  13%  [ 14 ]
12-13 years 8%  8%  [ 8 ]
14-15 years 2%  2%  [ 2 ]
16+ years 2%  2%  [ 2 ]
Total votes : 106

Foxx
Deinonychus
Deinonychus

User avatar

Joined: 14 Nov 2010
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Posts: 340

23 Nov 2010, 12:57 am

before 5th grade, I was in a special ed school. There, classes were small (6-7 kids) and bullying was virtually nonexistant. However, some of the teachers were control freaks... Once I remember having a meltdown because of a drawing the teacher did not consider to be done... a nice black and white pencil drawing with fine details that absolutely had to be smothered with colours did not go down well with me.

5th and 6th grade in Australia were good, however the increased level of discipline was hard to adapt to as well as language (having to constantly speak English for one). When the other kids found out that I spun into a blind rage when they bullied me, some of them apparently thought it was fun.

After coming back to Denmark, and being put into the normal school system (by my own request), I started along for the second part of 6th grade, and soon after the bullying came yet again... the first few times I told a nearby teacher, but I soon came to know that a stern talking-to by the teachers did exactly nothing, and I ended up taking matters into my own hands by literally smashing their heads into the nearest hard object I could find (usually a wall or table)... and ofc ended up getting in trouble with more bullying on the way...
At this school, there was another kid in my class... He was literally insane, going as far as putting a lit, illegal firecracker down the back of my jacket... Had I been just a little slower at dumping my jacket it would literally have blown out most of my spine... I was nearly deaf for two days afterwards from the bang and I still have a small scar on my back from the lit fuse.



Lemmiwinks
Blue Jay
Blue Jay

User avatar

Joined: 22 Dec 2006
Gender: Male
Posts: 99
Location: madison, wi

23 Nov 2010, 2:04 am

I started getting bullied in 8th grade...know what I did? Joined the football team and got to know some of the guys there. Problem solved.


_________________
I could not decide on just one siggy, so here is two:

1. If life gives you poop......make poop juice.
2. Living in a Dystopian Future - right now.


Clyde
Deinonychus
Deinonychus

User avatar

Joined: 25 Aug 2010
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Posts: 337

23 Nov 2010, 3:04 am

Kindergarten day one for me. I was five. I don't remember any further from that. And I didn't go to preschool. But once I started kindergarten I was the really weird kid, who didn't behave like the others.



samsa
Toucan
Toucan

User avatar

Joined: 5 Nov 2010
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Posts: 282
Location: Canberra, Australia

23 Nov 2010, 3:28 am

another_1 wrote:
Both of these, I think. I think we also have to admit that it has something to do with what level of functioning someone is at, too. Most of the people who have reported bullying at a very young age have also reported that their behavior deviated quite far from the norm. (I am not saying that anyone deserved the kind of bullying described here. Nor am I trying to demean anybody, in any way. Just pointing out the 600 pound gorilla, ya know?) I have to admit, I'm surprised by how many people say that their teachers joined in and/or encouraged the bullying. Why did they become teachers if they can't treat kids decently? :evil:

Yeah, it's definitely related to how "normal" the person is. Kids will always ostracize those who are different, Older kids and teenagers will do it, but much worse. A slightly more normal AS person might be able to sneak under the radar for longer, until their differences become apparent.

As for the point about teachers, I can't ever remember a teacher *actively* bullying me, but I've certainly had teachers turn a blind eye to it, or play to the class's idea that I'm somehow different. I've had more misguided attempts to stop bullying then I can count on my fingers, however. The best thing a HFA/AS person can have is a teacher that actually cares about them and their progress, not simply seeing "stopping bullying" as part of their job description.

TPE2 wrote:
My theory is that elementary school children are usually more "live and let live" than middle/high school pre-teens/teens - in elementary school you usually have a small group of friends, while in middle/high school you have a big group of acquaintances - and friends are usually much more tolerant to eccentricity than acquaintances.

Actually, the worst of my bullying occurred in elementary school (where the class was very tight-knit,) and became less severe, eventually stopping in high school (where you are right, people moved from having a few close friends, to many acquaintances.) I don't think there is a link here, however (my social skills experienced a rapid improvement around the same time.) I can see how this can hold for others, however.


_________________
"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal." - Albert Camus


franisco
Yellow-bellied Woodpecker
Yellow-bellied Woodpecker

User avatar

Joined: 11 Sep 2010
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Posts: 68

23 Nov 2010, 10:52 am

I never really got bullied. Picked on by friends and weird looks were about it

I think the worst was from teachers who probably meant well but made me feel really stupid



luvsterriers
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 2 Sep 2009
Gender: Female
Posts: 2,159
Location: Fairfax, VA

23 Nov 2010, 11:53 am

I say around age 4. I never fit in no matter what I did. But I still get bullied as an adult. Bullies grow up to become adult bullies. The post who mentioned about rock in milk carton. That is just downright horrible and you could have seriously been ill or worse. Stupid kids. Do you know where this bully is? I have no compassion towards bullies. Good riddance if they have passed on. :evil:

I also had a 3rd grade teacher tell the whole class that the only reason I got an A on a assignment was because dad did the work for me. I think by now she has passed on, but her comment was hurtful. I was only 8 at the time. I don't remember if I told my parents. I should have then maybe she would have left me alone. Autism, aspergers, LD doesn't mean we are dumb.


_________________
Anna

If you're not happy with yourself, you'll never be happy with somebody else. (Don Omar)


aussiebloke
Veteran
Veteran

Joined: 14 Oct 2009
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Posts: 6,407

23 Nov 2010, 6:39 pm

0-5 ,

When does it stop ?

I'm about to get of disability after having spent close to a 3 rd of my life on it !

I think I'll be OK :) now that I'm in my 30's :) and correctly medicated for co morbid conditions, am I being naive to the extreme it should be OK surely , please say yes. :)


_________________
Theirs a subset of America, adult males who are forgoing ambition ,sex , money ,love ,adventure to sit in a darkened rooms mastering video games - Suicide Bob


LongJohnSilver
Blue Jay
Blue Jay

User avatar

Joined: 19 Oct 2010
Gender: Male
Posts: 91
Location: San Diego, CA, USA

23 Nov 2010, 7:37 pm

My answer is 8-9.

I was generally a good kid until I was about seven. At that point my aberrant behavior began to surface. This happened right after my parents divorced, and my father attributed my bad behavior to my mother's leniency. In his opinion, I got into trouble around him because my mother let me get away with everything. (The funny part was, my father was apparently the same way during his childhood, and I highly suspect he was an Aspie as well.) In fact, just the opposite was true. My mother beat me mercilessly every time I did the smallest thing wrong at home. At least, that was the way it seemed to me. My mother had an anger problem throughout my childhood years.

I was an advanced student, especially in elementary school, and the officials there toyed with the idea of my skipping a grade. So, right in the middle of my third grade year, they transfered me to a combination third/fourth grade class, and gave me the fourth grade curriculum. If I worked out here, I would be in a fifth grade class the followiing year. If they had performed this transfer at the beginning of the school year, all would probably have been well. But since it was the middle of the year, I had missed out on the first half of the fourth grade, and I just couldn't pick up the new material.

During a particularly disastrous class in which I completely lost control because I wasn't able to learn what I was supposed to, I was moved -- still sitting at my desk, mind you -- from the fourth grade side of the classroom to the third grade side. I already had behavioral problems by this time, for which I was being sent to a resource room for an hour each day. But this humiliation in front of my classmates was the final straw. From that time on, I absolutely hated my teachers, and by the end of the third grade I was kept EVERY DAY after school as punishment for my open rebellion against the school staff and/or destruction of school property.

At this point the entire class knew there was something different about me, and they started bullying me from that day forward. Worse, they let their friends from other classes know, and within two months nearly everyone in the third and fourth grades were taking turns beating me up after school. (Yes, this included the girls.) By the end of the school year, the fifth and sixth grades had joined in the fun. When I came home with bumps, bruises, broken bones or black eyes, I would tell my mother I fell. If she had known I was in a fight, I would have been paddled and sent to bed without supper. It wouldn't have mattered who started it (always the other guy) or what damage I had done to my opponent (since I was usually held down by three or four of my classmates while others took their turns, it was difficult for me to do anything to them).

Since all of the teachers hated me because of my bad behavior, they did nothing to stop the nearly daily beatings that took place after school. (I usually didn't get beaten up on Fridays because the other kids wanted to get started on their weekends without delay.) It was poetic justice as far as they were concerned. My mother did nothing because she didn't know what was taking place. I never told her, and neither did the teachers or the principal. These beatings and the teachers' inaction did nothing to improve my behavior, of course.

Before long the beatings began to take place on the playground during recess and lunch periods. Since I was making so much trouble in school, I was always the one who was accused of instigating the scuffle, and I was hauled off to the principal's office to be punished. The kids who started it would be let off scot-free, of course. I would be given lines to write or menial tasks to perform, and I would be kept after school for as much as two hours, which would cause my mother to worry, and sure enough, she would be waiting with the paddle in her hand. I would often be sent home with notes about my behavior that my mother would have to sign. Strangely enough, though, I would never be beaten by my mother for any notes. In my mother's opinion, whatever happened at school was the school's problem, not hers. This infuriated the school staff even more, of course, for which they would single me out all the more for even the smallest misbehavior. - LJS


_________________
Long John Silver
San Diego, CA, USA


Inuyasha
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 12 Jan 2009
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Posts: 9,745

23 Nov 2010, 8:08 pm

I started being bullied around 8 or 9, though some other kids would jump in to stop the bullying. A few of them ended up getting caught by a teacher too. There was a kid I didn't get along with when I was 6-7, but we ended up becoming friends we've lost contact with each other but I occasionally run into his mother.

It let up for a while, then started up again later in life. Including a kid that was in special-ed being put up to attacking me by other kids in the P.E. locker room (incident in 8th grade). Though that incident ended up with me actually decking the kid. Next day I was called to the principal's office, I got off with nothing more than a verbal warning about fighting (the other kid admitted to attacking me), he got In School Suspension.

There were other things that happened in high school my freshman year, but some seniors ended up stepping in finally. Additionally, I made some friends in my junior and senior years.

I wasn't bullied at all in college, and I'm not bullied at my parttime job.

It looks to me I actually was relatively lucky compared to other people.

Sure there were teasings, being made fun of, whatever, but that can happen to any kid. I will say though it is disconcerting that one kid I knew ended up killing another kid I knew by beating him to death. The killer was a kid that I didn't get along with and the kid that got killed was someone that I knew but he wasn't exactly a friend but he also wasn't an enemy either. Still it is kinda disconcerting knowing that someone you knew from elementary through high school killed someone in a drug induced rage.



Sahmiam
Raven
Raven

User avatar

Joined: 6 Oct 2010
Age: 44
Gender: Female
Posts: 106

23 Nov 2010, 8:15 pm

I voted for 8-9. I remember being teased by the other children at the daycare center (age 3), but that was different. They used to call me, "snail eyes," because all of the other kids had brown eyes. The teasing because of my personality started around age 9. At least that's when I started noticing it. :)



Dnuos
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 26 Jul 2010
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Posts: 588

23 Nov 2010, 8:32 pm

Lemmiwinks wrote:
I started getting bullied in 8th grade...know what I did? Joined the football team and got to know some of the guys there. Problem solved.
Hmm. I joined the football team in 8th grade as well, and it only solved half the problem. Physical/Coordination awkwardness (and an inability to tackle others, despite being okay when being tackled) didn't really make me free from teasing. Previous bullies stopped, but a few new ones appeared, and prolonged the bullying - but at least "isolated" it, bullying outside of football virtually ended.

Although when it ended, even when I wasn't bullied, I was still kind of socially stranded. Not picked on, but still couldn't make any "friends" on my end.



Sven2
Hummingbird
Hummingbird

User avatar

Joined: 18 Oct 2010
Gender: Male
Posts: 20
Location: Michigan, USA

23 Nov 2010, 8:50 pm

For me, it was around seven years old. I was fortunate enough to be larger than the others in my class so I wasn't bullied physically but even the teachers would get in on verbally mocking me because of my differences. Unfortunately, once the mutated life-forms we called school children developed social networks, they were able to gang up on me and that's when the bullying really started.

Any social networks I was able to create centered around people who were like me. We were an uncoordinated lot known for our ability to create detailed mathematical theorems and logic statements. But social interaction outside our small group was not going to happen. Any attempts to do so were destined to end in disaster of getting bullied and/or beaten up.



puddingmouse
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 24 Apr 2010
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 8,777
Location: Cottonopolis

24 Nov 2010, 3:30 pm

Age 4. I had so many meltdowns, which the children found funny. I also couldn't do motor-control tasks expected of someone that age. I was scared of the toilet brush, and of kids kicking the toilet door when I was in it, and being in a huge dark cubicle, so I would pee myself as well. The teachers just thought I was spoiled, until I actually went into junior school and they realised I was fairly bright. It was ok between the ages of 5 and 8. When I turned 8, kids got more into gender roles, girls messing around with makeup and heels and talking about what boys they fancy. I went off into my own little world and got bullied as a result. People would try to drag me out of it by trying to make me have meltdown. I just wanted to be left alone to imagine I was wizard. I didn't want to play the whole stupid mind games and bitchy competitiveness that girls learn as young as 8.

I came out of my shell as a teenager, though it was at its worst between 12/13, because I tried to fit in, but just ended up giving all my pocket money away, getting spat on and having my hair singed. I changed school and learned a few bitchy comebacks, ones that actually hurt people's feelings. I got in trouble for saying things like that, because said bullies would always run to the teacher as soon as the class freak actually managed to insult them. Plus I learned to meltdown in a somewhat scary way. The bullies deserved it, and I have no sympathy. So it was okay between 14-16 for me, because I learned to stick up for myself. My hormones were terrible and I was always very very depressed, but I wasn't bullied as much.

Now I honestly don't care if people don't like me for something as trivial as being a bit nerdy and withdrawn. If people are going to judge me like that, they haven't grown up, so I don't care about their opinion. What the hell do bullies do for entertainment when they grow up, anyway?



skogkatta
Butterfly
Butterfly

User avatar

Joined: 15 Oct 2010
Age: 51
Gender: Female
Posts: 13

25 Nov 2010, 2:23 pm

It began at age 6, in Kindergarten.
I remember very little. Ptsd ?



friedmacguffins
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 10 Feb 2010
Gender: Male
Posts: 2,539

25 Nov 2010, 3:54 pm

When I was not yet paying full attention to my ears, the lips of other people, including those of full-grown adults, discussed being intimidated, as the intense center of my visual focus.

Bullying started just prior to kindergarten - as soon as I was exposed to other children older than toddlers.

I have always been conspicuously large and strong, not ungainly when I am fixated on movement, but not often fixated on movement.

I can abuse pedantics, expertly, but do not care to be engaged by much, social feedback.

I thought I was details-oriented. I have a photographic memory of many situations, as though looking at transparencies of the human figure in the back of an encyclopedia. I can recall, the specific, synesthetic sensations which guided me through an intelligent sequence of movements, sometimes vocally, but I struggle to remember specifically what i was responding to.

I have known many dangers, but not fear, except as an allergic, chemical response.

Maybe, the ultimate provocation was the situation of not being able retreat mentally.

When I'm as calm as a part of the scenery around me, even wild animals neither pursue nor flee from me. Are human beings less composed than animals?



ooOoOoOAnaOoOoOoo
Veteran
Veteran

Joined: 18 Jun 2008
Gender: Female
Posts: 12,265

25 Nov 2010, 4:01 pm

I had a couple of good years between the ages of six and eight that weren't too bad. When my mother and father were together things were great and we had a lot of respect because he was in the military and overseas in a war. It was after a divorce, when my mother bought the house next to this dysfunctional family of creeps that the bullying got really bad. Sometimes all it takes is one kid to get others who don't normally bully to jump on the bandwagon. From the age of eight onward bullying was nearly constant. I became scared of my own shadow.