Were you picked on as a child?

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It is possible to be a hopeless underachiever and not become addicted to drugs/alcohol or get done by the police. I managed it.

I was also very angry at the time due to what I was going thru.

Well ok, there was one other option I thought of, but it would have involved my existence being cut short.

Again, I prevailed on the faint-as-hell glimmer of hope.


Keep that in mind, believe me..it was a whole lot less than you could possibly imagine.

My picking on experiences were teasing, consistent and very nasty teasing that I would probably describe as torment.

I am currently reading about anger and rage in the Tony Attwood AS guide and I am recalling one occasion at school when I went into a rage.

One of my chief tormentors said something to me with the result that I physically attacked him.

I don't remember much about it except that I (literally) saw red and when I regained my vision the tormentor had quite a lot of blood on his face and shirt.

I remember feeling relieved that I had finally managed to shut his mouth.

But I remember feeling quite indifferent about having 'beaten him up', in fact come to think of it now, I am not sure I actually felt anything about actually 'laying down a beating'.

I often had to hold back from flying into a rage.

Helps me today with idiotic customers at work...sort of.

What helps even more is owning my own business, having the girlfriend I do....and sleeping in really late on days I'm off from work

Yep, only by my brother and sister, but it went two ways tho...just typical sibling rivalry.

Yes I was in elementary school and early secondary school (grades 7 and . But I also myself picked on a girl who was on the bus with me, who had an intellectual disability. IN fact I picked on her together wieth some of the people who bullied me when we were not on the bus.

Absolutlely tortured! Then told it was my own fault for being weird, and should try harder to fit in! Grrr!! !

Not exactly, bot a lot of kids treated me differently, which wasn't nice. It still happens in school these days sometimes.

I remember one boy told me go say Bench three times fast to the teacher I did (She grabbed me on the wrist and walked me to the Principals office) (BTW sounds like b***h) UH OH! I didn't learn those terms Ass or b***h until I asked my mom (the teacher/principal never explained why they were bad words luckily my mom did)

I remember being in a group that did something similar to this to a 'dork' (a rare moment for an Aspie I guess).

We were teenagers and managed to convince the boy that a brothel was a place 'where they make soup'.

We then took great delight in asking him what a brothel was and getting the reply, 'where they make soup'.

That was mean.

I had a similar problem. My face kept getting in the way of people's fists.

In high school this one kid would ride up his 10 speed bike behind me and rub my ankle with the front tire to bring my shoe down off the back of my foot. He did that a few times while walking home.... he was my antagonist since middle school and always was looking for ways to insult/ denigrate me.
He spit a hocker on me once when I drove my moped by his house one day(he lived down my street )He stepped out of nowhere in front of a parked car and delivered the mess on me.

In 9th grade gym I was atagonised by another almost every day and never knew how to handle this one as he was violent in his reputation.... he would seek ways to insult and would move real close to violate my space by pushing and would grab your shirt/hair .

There were a few others but they were one time incidents.

Of course, but it quit during secondary when I got more angry and then everyone that bullied me suddenly respected me, can't say the same now in high school with the scummy nerds that think they're society's visionaires though.

Kids were not only mean to me, but they were cruel to anyone to dared to be my friend.

Hence, I had very few friends.

One friend of mine even broke off our relationship so he'd be able to have a normal social life once we got into high school.

Something similar kinda happened to me...my now former best friend told me that he lost the chance to be popular by sticking up for me, and being my friend.

He wound up having to apologize to me when he implied that he was ashamed to be my friend.

My guess is as time went on, and with me no longer living near him, peer pressure finally consumed him, and that's definitely why we're not close anymore.

Oh well...his loss.

As a child, a teenager, and even into my college years/young adulthood.

At first it was because my lack of athleticism, after I joined little league and starting working out, it became my eyebrows, then my voice/way I walked. In high school people mostly would be "nice" to me in that way that I could tell they were making fun of me but others couldn't. In college it was mostly one guy or two spreading rumors about me to keep me from getting girls.