Have you ever been punched before for a comment you made?

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It is only because I have said exactly that to other people that I think I caught the point. I was also drawing an entirely different conclusion until I saw the final sentence.

And I think most of us have been there.

Yup......I was quite young, and I went out with this girl....I didn't know she already had a boyfriend, anyway she took me to the pub where he hung out, he took hold of one of her arms and tried to drag her away.....I kept hold of her other arm and pulled back, saying "Is this the Gentlemen's Excuse Me or can anybody join in?" Next thing I knew, I was being picked up off the ground by paramedics. Some people have no sense of humour.

A couple of years before that, the school bully took my slide rule and I called him a bastard. He started throwing punches at me, though luckily his aim was very poor when he was furious, so he just wore himself out without doing me any harm.

I have been bullied by the other kids when I was smaller. At some point of puberty, testosterone kicked in, and I was able to defend myself properly, so nobody made fun of me anymore. And since I'm never aggressive, I was just a "weird guy".

Since then, I've been exercising a lot. Proper exercising and martial arts are my special interests. Now I can beat most people if they attack me, and I'm still training.

Only a small part of Somalia is lawless but in that small part you are right. I played Dungeons and Dragons with a Somali before. He went back to Somalia when he graduated from UB so guess if it was so bad he never would have went home.


I have been punched in the face, spit on, and set on fire in school for just sitting in lunch or studyhall.

I have people try to smack me for something I said but my violent meltdowns resulting from the argument with the attacker usually makes them back down. No one wants to fight a "crazy" person.

Yeah, I made a comment to another boy on my first day at secondary school. I didn't realise that what I said was rude, but soon most of the other children in my year wouldn't talk with me. Nobody would explain what I'd said wrong. I was just expected to know.

That happened a lot in school. I was called lots of names, I had ink and nail varnish thrown over me, I was punched in the face, pushed down some stairs, dragged across a floor, strangled with my school tie...

Basically, I hated school

After I finished school, I read this book and I started making less mistakes: http://www.amazon.com/Making-Friends-Andrew-Matthews/dp/0843129697

I was abused in school, but it wasn't for things I said because I never said anything. I don't think I've been hit for things I've said, only lost friends.

I was attacked in San Francisco for wearing a Cradle of Filth shirt that said "Jesus is a C***". I half expected that to happen. That shirt receives so much hostility from random strangers. I've since got rid of it.

I'm going to try to remember if I have.

Me: "I like doing the shapes over paper."
Other child: "You like it because you're stupid." The fourth grader then tossed the wooden piece at me, as if not intending to hit me.

Me in Junior high: "Cute necklace. Where is it from?"
Big fay bully: "Oooo. Look at the stupid b***h trying to kiss my #$!" *kicks me in the shinns like a complete whimp.*
Her accompliss: "We're going to beat the #$% out of you, #$%. Yeah, all five of us! When you fall down, you better get up real fast, because your ugly face is going to know what shoes taste like!" *idiot grin*
(apparently, I diserve to be beaten for telling one of her thugs to not call me a whore for no reason ealier.)

(bah, never mind those paragraphs I just erased. It's kind of besides the point, now that I think about it.)

Oh yeah, where do I even start with the internet. There are some trolls on the internet who are vicious on an extreme level. I met most of those elsewhere.

No, I've never been hit by another person for saying something they didn't like unintentionally.

Once. In forth grade. I can't remember what I said, but I remember being very confused when they boy decided to punch me in the stomach. I was just "making conversation". I also remember being very proud of myself for not crying or making a scene...lol. Back then (and now, honestly) I found crying and/or complaining to teachers (or tattling) shameful. I felt really good about quietly walking away to sit by myself for the rest of P.E. And just being the way that I am, I wasn't angry with him. I assumed that I deserved it.

I remember once I was slapped by my pastor for a disagreement. This was a total violation of my free speach rights. I can certainly understand that if I were considered to be a heretic that they could ask me to leave but no one has the right to use physical violence to change someones opinion.

I think what is scary about autistic people is that when they become followers that they do it in thier own way rather than the mindless obediance of the neurotypical.

That comment you made was funny, and it's typical trash talk. What's his problem?

In junior high, I got in an argument with one of my bullies and she threatened to beat me up. I threatened to tell the vice principal and she backed down. (The vice principal was notoriously nasty, like a female Sgt. Hartman.)

I don't think so. There was a person who bullied me in First grade, though, and there was a girl in fourth grade who was teasing me (But I made her stop with the "My mom said if a girl is teasing me, that means she likes me." line, and she immediately went "ewwwww.... no!" and completely desisted, lol.). And there was one time when I made a comment, of which I'm sure it was intentionally aggressive, and someone said something like "One of these days, you're going to get a beat down in a bar." and I replied with something like "Thank god I plan on never being in a bar!". And there was that one time when I tried introducing myself to this rough-and-tough Marine wannabe in 8th grade (I asked if he were a wunderkind since it looked like he was pseudo-apprenticing under another Marine teacher in the school) and he gave the typical "Get away from me, you weirdo!" spiel.

And there were times where I intentionally ignored other people (A youth gang) and then they started yelling profanities at me.

I think I've just reached the point somewhere around middle-school where I've gone beyond "weird" and became that "crazy person" no one wants to mess with, lol. It also helps that I'm pretty large and tend to have a somewhat aggressive persona, so I'm not exactly afraid of countering threats.

When I was younger and in elementary school I told a foreigner: "go f*** your mom".

It didn't take long before I got punched right in the face

I thought so too. I guess "southern boys" don't like it when you talk about their mothers. This guy and I were friendly before we became roommates.