If You Were Bullied At School Does It Still Affect You As An Adult?

It wasn't so much bullying as lack of support. My mom saying I could have done better on a report card I was really proud of. Or my Dad promising no punishment if the culprit spoke up, so I did and got a spanking. A babysitter who thought I was a troublemaker and the one time I made an effort to be good he said that I would just be bad again next time. I wasn't part of the "in crowd" at school but I wasn't singled out much either. I'm worried about that for my son though. He has autism.

I'm trying to understand, OK? Whathehell is a stone by comparison to a pound?
Sorry...just being me. I really want to know.

I don't know... maybe, Wolfie. You see I am very quiet unless I know you really well. I'm not a go-getter... I was so picked on as a kid that I had no self-worth at all. I tried to kill myself at 7 years old because I was picked on so much. I knew never to touch daddy's medication because it was for his heart. Well, since I knew that it could hurt me I took some. Then I told what I did. My mom and aunt made me swallow raw egg so I would get sick.

I'm not really timid, but I am stand-offish to most folks unless I know them. Now, here on Mylot I know most of you... as much as you can know people on the net. I have a very easy time communicating here. In person I forget words, and my brain won't work.

I was very lucky, Wolfie, and have never been bullied or made to feel bad about myself. I'm sure it would have a horrible effect to be singled out for any kind of difference, and I know it's no good telling you how nice you look, and how worthy you are - as you probably wouldn't believe it. The good thing about getting older, I think, is that things tend to matter less. I'm 51, and it no longer matters a hoot to me what people think of my home, my clothes, my hair or anything else. I'm free to be exactly what I choose to be, and if people look and laugh in the street ... tough t!tties - it's their bad, not mine. I hope one day you are able to feel the same way, and know you are a good and worthy person. What is on the outside (and your outside looks mighty fine to me!) would not matter if human beings were blind. All that would matter is the goodness of your heart and the love you show to your friends and loved ones. Generally, other people are far too worried about their own insecurities to be taking any notice of ours - in fact, if they ARE taking note of ours, it's because they are feeling unworthy themselves. Go out into the world feeling brave and strong, and it will make such a difference to how others view you. You KNOW you're worth it!

Hey wolfie! My goodness! Again, we have another major horror
story! I was always picked on when I was a kid! I used to be
called names, ugly and stuff like that! And yes, it did mess
me up all through my life and it made me feel that I was
always inadaquate and wasn't pretty and wasn't as good as
others and it helped to make me turn myself inward and eventually
even turn myself on to drugs and alcohol to turn off completely!
Kids don't realize the damage that they do to other kids and how
seriously they affect their lives and how horribly they can make
them feel just by the words that they say to them! I was made fun
of for so long that I started to believe that the things that the
kids were saying were true! I was always meek and scared to fight
back and the kids sensed the fear in me! When I finally did fight
back it was already too late and the damage was done and it had taken
a toll on me! It stayed with me all through my life into my adult years!
It really affected me! I so wish that these bullies would learn to shut
the phuck up and because they cause so much damage to the kids that
they have no idea about! As an adult I became the exact opposite and
would fight back so hard that I was considered an adult with "Anger
Management Issues"! Funny how that turns out isn't it!

I was bullied when I was young by classmates who are braver than me. But as I grow up, I didn't allow that to happen again. I don't want to be bullied by anyone, even people who are bigger than my size. And from then on, nobody bullied me. I bullied some but not them to me. It's not good to be a bully but if the situation presents itself for self-defense, I can give all that I can!

I was born with just one good eye and because of that disability i got bullied a lot. People started calling me names and even start assuming that my disability makes me no good at anything. No one would play with me at any sport much less let me joined their team. Did it affect me as an adult? definitely! Both positive and negative way. It affected my confidence later when I was in college and because of that I let my talent go to waste because Im kinda shy. But in a positive way, it built my character later, thought me to bee strong and be brave and accept the fact that since im not normal i developed my talents that allowed me to stood apart from the rest. On the other note, I do hope parents should stop their kids from bullying others. They didn't know how it affects people later.

i thnk yes

Ah yes, I went through school with a target on my forehead! Not for any particular reason other than that I refused to conform. I was checked into lockers, has things thrown at me, was laughed at.... Ah, glory be to the nerd herd!!! I was told once that I'd be cooler if I didn't hang around my dorky friends, but that just pissed me off, insulting my friends!
I was very lucky with my parents and extended family. They instilled in me from a very early age a strong sense of self worth. Even though I went home crying more than once I always knew that I wasn't the problem.
It did stick with me a bit though. I still have the self doubts when I meet new people. You know, what are thy thinking of me? Do they think I'm a loser? blah blah blah, but I can shake those doubts pretty quickly.

Not now, but it is a very long time ago.

I know that from during my late teens and early-mid 20s my self-confidence and self-esteem were very low. It slowed down my development as a person, and made very wary about trusting anyone for a long time.

In a way it also made me very independent, perhaps too much so.

As the years went past I came to realise that the bullies were, or had been, themselves inadequate people. That realisation helped put events behind me, though I would gladly have had the years of lost self-confidence back. By the time I was 30 though, most of the bad memories were just that. There was another life to lead, and the need to move forward was far more important than the need to lick past wounds.

That said, I have never had any desire to meet the people who did bully me at school since, whatever they have become, and however much they have changed.