Uhh... My mother's uncle used to put paper bags over my head and lock me in the backyard when I was like three. I didn't like it.
That's seriously the worst I can think of. xP
I remember this bully that switched off from being my friend to a bully. Towards the end, we mainly hated eachother. I remember that he used to beat the crap out of me all time.
The one day I lost it. I don't remember much. Before I knew it I had him on the ground of the school yard while I had my hands tightly aorund his neck. It took a couple of people to take me off of him. For some reason, I never saw that kid again.
oh god. I just have to say how absaloutely horrible that is.Originally Posted by Yooniece
Just noticed this. I'm so glad I rejected religion when I was younger.Originally Posted by Yooniece
Meanest thing? I was hurt a lot, beaten up, picked on, spit on, tied up and left in closets for most of my childhood until I was in about the 8th grade. but there are a few things that stick out, one of the more prominent ones was in 3 or 4th grade, I don’t remember because I try not to, was being tackled by a kid in the lunch room with a knife (or fork, I was freaked out but it was sharp and something he was eating with) and was cut in the arm because I wouldn’t give him my pizza, it left a scar... at the moment that is one of the few that come to mind as a more traumatic moment.
Oh, did I mention I'm awesome?
My sister spit in my ear once...
One time while swimming my cousin took my trucks, and I was wearing no underwear, and my sister told me to get them back I had to walk along the beach naked...I almost did too, but my cousin freaked out and gave them back...
I was ridicules for half membered as I typof Middle School and High School, where I had people chasing me, and bothering me. I been called many names since I never fit any norms...
I used to get blamed for things that were not my fault...
Half this stuff, I remembered as I typed them...
Meh, used to get bullied and crap. Now it just doesn't bother me. And that's the worst I can think of.
I had the opposite. I had long given up on church when I came out. The backlash was alot closer to home for me.Originally Posted by Yooniece
My entire family shunned me for months after I told them I was bisexual. Well.. "Shunned" isn't the right word. They wouldn't speak to me in person. They had no problem, however, with calling me at all hours of the morning, crying and screaming about what perverted waste of existence I was. I was told that I couldn't be trusted alone with my younger cousins, as my sick perversion might compell me to "corrupt" them. "Corrupt" not being the words they used. And this was my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles.
Interestingly enough, this all ended as soon as I started dating my current wife. Apparently despite being BIsexual, dating a woman means I can't possibly be attracted to men anymore. :rolleyes2
This days, I just let them live with their delusion. I'm perfectly happy with my wife, so it's not like I'm gonna date guys any time this lifetime. Though it does hurt to know how they truly feel, despite the fact they feel like it no longer applies.
Formerly: Autumn Rain
I feel sorry for some of you guys. I've never been put through anything horrible, to be honest. And I'm glad. But there was this one time a few years ago where something really, really embarrassing happened to me, and this guy just blabbed it to everyone. And he still talks about it now, for some reason. It bothers me. There was also these few girls last year that I had a bit of trouble with, but I rarely see them anymore so yay. I am happy for myself.
>>> Oh yeah, this remind me when one of my classmates and his older brother tied me to a fence and punched me in the face till I started to bleed..Originally Posted by Dolentrean
Of course this happened when I was 8 years old or something..
I was made fun of and called names for most of elementary school, then someone went to far and pushed a female freind of mine on the groud and made fun of her becuase she was my friend, I ended up putting him in the hospital and he transfered schools and I havent seen him since, and after that day they left me alone. Then in middle school with the new group of people it started over, people calling me names and making fun of me, then one day i told them to shut up and i smashed me head into the nearest locker and dented it and continued to walk on as nothing happened, they decided to back off after that. Then again in high school it started over, but it only lasted until the football players startedtalking to me and asking me to join the team, people decided that it best not to pick on someone whose friedns with most of the football team. And that is basicaly all that I can rememebr right now.
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Yay for solving your problems with violence.
Wow... Umm.. Ouch.
Formerly: Autumn Rain