What happened to your school bully?
07.06.2025 12:33
There was a look of sheer horror on his face. He froze, his mouth agape, his eyes bulging and looking up, clutched his balls and then ran full pelt into the school building and the main entrance. As he did so he gave out a howl like nothing you’ve ever heard.
I only saw him once since then in the hallway. He said something like that he had to go to hospital and that his testicle had ruptured. I’m not sure if he was lying or not to try to get sympathy. His tone was odd and kind of defeated. After that I never saw him again and he never bothered me. It has always boggled my mind that I don’t ever remember any teachers saying anything to me about it.
After these two attempts to get me to hurt myself failed something that I really did not expect happened. It really shocked me. I’m good with the mechanical stuff but not necessarily anticipating people. We went along this wall then turned left down another path with a very low wall to the right. He said something I cannot remember what then before I could react they all got up from behind the wall and surrounded me. I was stunned. They had been laying down flat as possible and really close behind that wall the entire time.
After that he still did it a few times and then at some point something in me just snapped when I heard him coming up behind me as I was standing in line. I turned around and kneed him right in the balls. It connected perfectly. His full momentum collided with mine, my entire weight transferred through my knee.
These go back to playgroup. I remember the mess ups of teachers in infants. I remember things in nursery. I remember when the guy with multiple sclerosis or something draw a smiley face on the floor when we were all sitting on it and the teacher went nuts “NAME DID YOU JUST DRAW A SMILY FACE ON THE FLOOR WITH YOUR SHIT?” I remember a teacher sending me to the other classes to show my work, being sent alone, really shy and awkward, being slow, not knowing what to say and the teacher going off on one saying my work was shit and how dare I waste her time and that of her students then when I went back to my teacher her insisting I just imagined it. I remember so many messed up things from those ages. In primary school I remember hearing and seeing a big commotion in the left corner of the larger playground and was wary to approach a crowd but seeing so many I went up and it was that same kid going on an epic rant about how he wanted to drown his mother in boiling custard, chocolate custard and how much he hated his mother. Dozens of silly memories.
I will give you an example of what bullying really looks like. I believe I was around eight or so. Despite my huge social problems my parents would kick me out to play. We lived on floor twelve so they could not supervise. Whenever I was around everyone would run away or aggressively tell me to leave among other things.
It never quite bloomed into my everyday consciousness instead confined mostly to the domains already of delusion such as nightmares and feelings. You know people who turn themselves in for murders but didn’t do it? The ones who don’t seem to want the attention but just feel guilty for some inexplicable reason as if they were one of those murderers even though they weren’t? It was pushing my mind toward that. It never succeeded which I think is in part due to a penchant toward introspection. I seem to often be a little more aware than others of what my mind is doing and to be more able to interdict.
A Muslim girl much older than me with her gang behind her blocking the way came forward. I think she was around twelve or a bit older. I was trapped. Once in front of me she gave me a villain speech. She went on for around a minute telling me about how she was going to torture me. Gouge my eyes out with her long nails and other things I forget. She was really relishing it. I had every reason to believe that she was serious. She was only hesitating to first go through all the things she could do now to me so to select and also telling me to terrorise me.
When I was around eight or nine there was some kid in primary school I believe who kept coming up and kicking me really hard in the shin then running away. The front of his boots were very hard and it would cause quite a nasty cut. I waited for him after school and grabbed him though I didn’t really know how to fight so it was just a small wrestle.
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They surrounded me, very close to ten or a few more of them. I couldn’t tell for certain. I was focused on those in front and only roughly glimpsing those behind be through the corner of my eyes. I also have a limited field of vision which made it particularly difficult.
It was set up basically so that pulling it would cause a counter action to hit me. The intention was to get me to hit myself with this crude very poorly setup booby trap. He then reacted awkwardly then tried to bluff and said I did it wrong and to stand close then pull it harder. He was still trying to keep up the act. If I remember he repositioned the stone. So I did it again, now I had learnt the ropes so just stepped too far forward and pulled it way too hard so it swung around hitting whatever was behind me almost hitting him and destroying the contraption detaching it from whatever it was hooked on. I can’t remember what it was but he gave some lame explanation as to why it was meant to be a good thing.
I experienced extreme bullying from at least six and possibly five. I was spat on, stoned, robbed, pushed down stairs, had property destroyed and so on. It was not a single bully. It was all the kids. The teachers were also sometimes complicit. I was very gentle and had a hard time hitting back but something changed in some part of me after a couple years of that.
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There were various instances like this. It’s hard to know what happened to the bullies in the long run but I don’t see why it would be anything other than what normally happens to people. These particular cases are where a single bully got too close. Even in such cases it’s pretty random who does it and in other cases it’s everyone.
I pretty much figured out at this point not to do what he said so instead slowly waded in and probed around. At that point he had just given up though I think he also had doubts and he just gave in. He said in this tone of voice indicating it being tiresome that they had filled the bottom with broken glass. I remember at this point not knowing what to think. I mean it was a lot of effort to go through just for me. I guess they were really in hate with me. I also had a sense that at this point the guy himself was starting to realise that I wasn’t what he had been led to believe since nothing had worked. When people all hate someone they can’t acknowledge their humanity at all and have to see them in the worst possible way including seeing them as completely stupid.
After that he said we have another surprise for you. Around the corner and up the hill the wall is shorter on the other side. There had always been a big hole there kids dig. It was like half an oval against the wall. It was filled with leaves. A few square meters to make it level. He said we set this pit for you still trying to keep up the act. He explained how they filled it with leaves so I could jump in it for fun and it would break my fall.
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The instinct kicked in. I jumped up with all my might high into the air. I was somewhat lanky and tall. Even though she was taller than me at her age I probably had quite good spring mechanics. I didn’t think of it like that at that point. I just felt like my life was in danger, a physical shock, saw the image in my head and just let my instincts take over. I launched myself into the air in a completely different state of consciousness with adrenaline taking over operating on automatic then as I came down I slammed my fist like a hammer right on the top of her skull putting my entire weight into it and the momentum from falling back down a foot or two. She crumpled and collapsed into a pile on the ground immediately crying her eyes out clutching the top of her head.
There isn’t really a particular bully in most cases. Instead everyone does it. You just have people higher up and people lower down then those at the top who aren’t bullied but bully everyone then people at the bottom who bully no one but are bullied by everyone. Most people like to imagine they’re the latter but this is obviously not the case.
In another school I think when I was ten some kid tried to mess with me in the queue. He was a big kid and somewhat fat as well. Think of a diamond and then round it, that type. If I remember he was trying to muscle in and push me out of the queue to take my spot.
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When the instinct kicks when I am genuinely in fear of my life very weird things happen. I guess in that case I passed the three trials or perhaps merely trials and tribulations in the final test gifted the power of Thor even though I never knew of that at that age. In another situation when I was around the same age I literally cast a lightning spell for real. The power of Zeus it turns out. That’s another story but wasn’t due to bullying but bad parenting and fear of the dark.
That instinct kicked in again and on automatic I grabbed his wrist tight, leant back and then span him around. I think he was confused at what I was doing for a moment and just went with it. Then he was trapped under momentum with me spinning him around faster and faster, he couldn’t stop or else he would fall over so he kind of kept having to do footwork to keep up and would end up speeding up. I let go and he went really far tumbling onto the floor and I swear he actually rolled several times ending up on his back.
I had no idea what I was doing and ended up letting him go despite having him pinned because it was a bit inappropriate, not really going anywhere and I’d hoped I’d made my point. I remember there being some insults and threats exchanged but not quite what. I do particularly remember a wall and the temptation to somehow smash his head on it wishing for a loose brick but it seemed a bit disproportionate.
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I must apologise for this and every day beg for forgiveness for my Islamophobia and White Privilege. I deserved to be lynched. I was born wrong. My ancestors beat up your ancestors so it’s only fair to beat me up right? Every morning the first thing I do is grab my flail to self flagellate for being such an evil person. I joke of course but I did have issues in my childhood from this abuse. Part of me started to think that I must have done something terrible to deserve such punishment.
One time I was out alone on this metal climbing frame. The playground was a bit of a joke. It was just the foundations of a bombed out building they had left sticking out with a cube metal climbing frame. I remember the bars being thick and the paint flaking off. I was obsessively knocking it off and excited but still on edge because no one way around and I never got to play with anything when anyone was around. They would be highly territorial.
These are cases where it turned out alright. People figure out not to get too close though. I remember once riding my bike suddenly being hit in the head and falling. They worked out to ambush me and throw large stones at my head when again around the same age. The stone were about the size of a plumb. Then when tangled up with my bike badly grazed and disorientated they came up and pummelled my head with stones then stole my bike. I was living in destitution and couldn’t get a new one. I remember now how they took my bike. I had to put my hands over my head to stop the stones from hitting my head when I was on the ground and they were over me so I could not top them taking the bike from between my legs.
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If you want to know what happened to the school victim well he taught himself programming, became a capable guy. Had many experiences. Travelled to many places on work, did many amazing things but then broke down when the social abuse and bullying came back with politics turning everything into taking sides so that you can’t just get a job and focus on one thing, sculpting masterpieces concentrating on that alone but no it’s always got to somehow also contribute to social conflict or else it’s not allowed. Started to slip into alcoholism and now despite his amazing potential has just given up on life.
This concept of there being the school bully is bizarre. It might be like that in the cartoons but that’s not how it works in reality. Most kids engage in bullying and there’s usually a school victim. It’s generally complex and not like in the movies.
I went over to him and got on him which felt a bit inappropriate but I ignored it and pulled my fist back to punch him in the face, something I didn’t really know how to do when some slag fat cow of a teacher grabbed my elbow. I don’t remember ever seeing him again after that.
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I would have nightmares about being a murderer or something with bones buried in the garden like you saw in the news only I wasn’t but part of me had adopted that mentality. The thing that messed me up is feeling like I had something like that to hide but it was so well hidden I didn’t know what it was myself. My mind would explore when I was asleep. I had a kind of terror of amnesia and not remembering what I did.
I have many such experiences to tell but that is the reality of bullying. I’m not certain if these include the worst. When those kids did that to me it was just about all the kids who would play out there. It wasn’t one or two. If you grew up there then you almost certainly would have been one of those children. You would have been social, you would have laughed at me and looked down on me for not having any friends showing off how much more powerful you are than me and power tripping.
Where ever you go you’re going to encounter bullies. If you go to the shop, the shop attendant was likely a bully. If you see a doctor or lawyer, they were also likely a bully. I think the only thing is that a lot of people don’t properly remember it. Autobiographical memory is fragmented until entering into the teens. At these ages people tend to be a bit less direct and prolific with bullying.
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I then again in instinct immediately ran forward toward for tower block for my life. As I did so they were screaming behind me that they were going to smash my skull in with bricks and sticks. I didn’t look back I just ran like me life depended on it to the lift with a sense of terror as to whether to wait or run up the endless flights of stairs. It did surprisingly come fairly quickly but I also took a look and they were still there in a circle around her like kids playing at being Stonehenge almost. I guess they must have been shocked.
I was automatically suspicious but entertained him. We walked along this edge of the foundation with a wall on one side then he said stop and stand here. Then he reached out and grabbed a piece of string draping down and handed it to me. He said they had set up a surprise as if something pleasant and that I just had to pull it. I wasn’t stupid. These people hated me and I also understood the physics. I stood back and pulled it gently. On the other end was a stone.
A kid came up, I know who, Pizzaface, in his teens. He caught me off guard as I was focused on systematically removing all of the loose flakes. I ignored him but he made sure to get my attention saying he wanted to speak to me. This was highly unusual. No one ever wanted to speak to me. Then he said that they felt sorry for me always playing alone so set up an adventure playground for me.
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