Quote from: Julia1996 on January 20, 2018, 11:27:27 AM
Hi everyone. I've seen so many threads with a description of bullying that I came to realize a huge number of trans people were bullied in school, not just me. This isn't meant to be triggering it's meant to be therapeutic. It helps to talk about it with people who can relate. At least for me it does. So share your bullying experiences. And this is for the guys too. FtM people get bullied too, not just MtFs.
I was just too good of a target. Albino and a huge sissy on top of that was too good for other kids to pass up. I was lucky enough that I didn't actually get beat up. I'm pretty sure that was because of my brother. He had made it clear that he would beat the crap out of anyone who hit me and because he had done it a couple of times he had a reputation of someone not to be messed with. But of course there are endless ways to bully someone without beating them up.
I got tripped, my books knocked out of my arms, my food spit on and of course the endless name calling and being laughed at all the time. This one >-bleeped-<ed guy loved to stomp on ketchup packets so I would get sprayed with ketchup. You would think someone would have intervened but teachers didn't like me much more than the other kids.The worst 2 incidents were having blue food coloring thrown in my face. It ruined my clothes and totally stained my skin and hair. It took forever to wear off of my face and it permanently stained my hair. But I just adopted blue streaks as part of my style. It matched my nails at least. The >-bleeped-< who did it told me I had needed some color in my face. The second was when some boys sprayed liquid plastic all over my hair which dried very hard. I had shoulder length hair at the time. The only way my dad could get it out was to cut it out along with my hair which made such a mess of my hair all he could do was buzz the rest to match.
And I found it infuriating that guys would call me fagot,homo,fudge packer, etc,etc but then they would turn around and tease me sexually. Blow me kisses, smack my ass, etc. The other guys found it hilarious when someone would do that stuff to me. But I was the "fagot" . I did get an apology from one bully. I ran into him in public and he apologized for the stuff he had done to me. His explanation was that I "confused" him and a lot of the other guys. I accepted his apology and told him I forgave him. But saying I had confused him is a piss poor excuse for bullying me.
I was also sexually assaulted by a guy at school who was helped by some other guys. I elaborated on that in the Me Too thread. He forced me to suck his dick but I was the fag of course. The only good thing I can say about high school is that it ended!
I'm so sorry that all of that happened to you, especially the last part. Obviously, nobody needs to teach you what it means to be bullied or raped.
In my case, I did get beaten up a lot, especially in high school, although I got my first chipped tooth in primary school. All of my front teeth are still chipped. My glasses got broken so often that my parents got me a specially reinforced pair on one occasion. The lenses really were made of glass in those days, so I'm lucky that I wasn't blinded. I never met a bully who "wouldn't punch someone with glasses" in spite of what was sometimes said in TV programmes.
Even so, I'm not sure that it was worse than what happened to you, even excluding the oral rape. Verbal insults are painful even in the short term but years of abuse and humiliation can be debilitating, especially if few people, not even the teachers, seem to be on your side. It may sometimes have made you feel as worthless as the bullies, and those that laughed at their "jokes", tried to make you feel. I am sure that for some victims, the feeling could last for a lifetime.
I agree that many teachers can be unsympathetic. Their attitude is often that the victim should behave differently to avoid being bullied or should stop "telling tales" or should "learn to stand up for themselves". Grown-ups don't have to stand up for themselves. If they are insulted in person, they can sue for crimen injuria and if they are assaulted, the attacker can be imprisoned. Much more vulnerable children, though, have to stand up for themselves.
Teachers can also be bullies. I remember that my P.E. teacher and last vice principal were cronies and drinking buddies. The former, a bodybuilder, grabbed boys, including me, and shook them hard. I certainly didn't feel well afterwards. I remember the police interviewing him after someone's parents complained. The latter used the cane freely, including on me. Usually, I got four strokes during a caning. Like another teacher, he used my handwriting as an excuse but was not as persistently vindictive. I couldn't avoid him as he was also my history teacher in my final years. He was also a martial arts expert but I was present when he challenged a boy to a fist fight. How inappropriate is that?
The worst was a female teacher. She was trained to teach English but covered as a biology teacher. She really didn't like me. Every day for weeks, she sent me to the then vice principal, to be caned. His office was behind the class where he taught science, so I had the added embarrassment of telling him in front of his class that I had come to be caned. Most were silent but some s
>-bleeped-<ed. He was actually a very nice man and I especially resent the biology teacher for making him do her dirty work. I think that my body must have been becoming as shaky as my handwriting because eventually, he went to her and told her in front of me and the class that he wouldn't cane me any more.
I had another experience of the biology teacher, which may be a bit off subject but is an example of how a bully can sometimes show his or her true calibre. She had to demonstrate a fatty acid test. It involved ether, of which the school had a large, heavy jar. We had to move the desks to the back of the class and the chairs closer to the teacher's desk, for a better view. A girl stood holding the open jar of ether, in both arms, next to the desk. For reasons unknown, the teacher ignited the Bunsen burner!
Although a few feet from the burner, the jar suddenly ignited and the girl, understandably frightened, dropped the jar and ran out of the room. I think that she was unhurt or had very minor burns. The teacher, too, ran away and abandoned us to the flames! I was not in the front row and did not immediately recognise the seriousness of the situation. I think that I was actually about to laugh when I was trampled by classmates who had been closer to the action. Before I got to my feet, my hands were burned and my trousers were on fire. I was the last out of the room. The vice principal (the nice one) had come running out of his nearby office. He put out the flames on my trousers with his own jacket, as I recall. He then grabbed an extinguisher and put out the fire in the classroom. There was surprisingly little damage because, I gather, ether is volatile but burns out quickly if it does not ignite another material. The biology teacher said that she didn't know that ether was inflammable ("flammable" started to be used only after manufacturers realised that some people thought that "inflammable" meant "non-flammable".)
Three pupils, including me, went to the hospital for treatment. The doctors said that I was the worst burned but another girl, who also had second degree burns, took the rest of the year off and did her exams from home. I think that her parents took legal action and claimed compensation. My mother didn't like me behaving like a sissy, so I had to walk around to prevent the skin from becoming inflexible. Her method must have worked, though, because to everyone's surprise, I was back at school within a week or so. The biology teacher wangled the job of recording how badly we were injured. My palms and the whole of my calves were burned but she wrote that just my ankles had been burned. She did give me a Parker pen with my name inscribed, though. In my case, she need not have worried, as my family was not litigious and did not sue.
There must have been an inquiry after an accident like that. A couple of months after the incident, the school announced that the biology teacher had left to get married. I like to think that it was a cover for her dismissal.
In spite of my burns, I am in retrospect glad of the incident, as although it is said that all bullies are cowards, it isn't every day that everyone gets to see their true colours.
