When I was in elementary school, I was bullied, horribly. I was the kid who was smarter than everyone, which only made me stick out like a sore thumb. I was the kid with the “dyke moms and retarded brother” as people liked to call me. Kids used to plan fights at recess to beat the shit out of me. I got in trouble too, because I fought back. I called them names back, I didn’t just take it.
I never told my parents about the bullying, and teachers never cared enough to pay attention to what was going on. All they saw was that I was a bad kid who was getting into fights, who had anger issues. I was put into a “friendship group” which is just a fancy word for them trying to get all the bad kids to talk about their feelings and work through them in a better way. I wasn’t a bad kid though (none of them really were) so I didn’t need to be there. I wasn’t acting out because I was angry, I just didn’t take others shit, and I didn’t want to tell anyone or ask for help.
My parents had me switch schools in fourth grade, hoping that it would help me to make friends and to do better in school, and well, it didn’t really. For the first couple months my only friend was the principal because no one wants to be friends with the weird kid. Kids still bullied me at my new school, and I still never told anyone what was going on.