Yes, I think most all of us have likely been bullied in some fashion when we were younger but as often happens we go on to be successful, get the girl, and the job while those bullies become clerks at Walmart, divorced from the cheerleader and paying child support, and have addiction problems.
Speak for yourself! I wont touch the girl 'to be got' with Michael Fassbender's 10 foot penis.
This may be suprising, but growing up in a religious country town kinda sucked, when your gayness can be seen from space. My mum described me as "A kid who always had a little too much sugar in his gas tank", but I never really started to experience problematic bullying until I was 13, but even then, it was just being called f**** 10-15 times a day, people would yell out "Danger! f**** entering" each time I would walk into a bathroom, and when changing for gym, it was always "Be careful or he'll try and rape you or suck your dick off", but I've always been stupidly confident, so it never really bothered me that much when it was spread out.
I told my best friend that I was gay, and had a boyfriend (online at the time, from some video game forums.) when I turned 15 and I'd catch the train for 3 hours to see him twice a month, or he would visit me, and I'd already told my mum, but not my dad, since he would kick my ass. Anyway, I was away visiting my boyfriend for a few days, and had missed a big party that all the teens from the surrounding towns would be at.
The weekend that I was away in Melbourne, my best friend used the newfound confirmed news about me, and leveredged it in an attempt to get 'in' with the popular girls.
The following Monday, I was on the bus to school, and I hadnt checked my myspace for a few days but I could tell that something had changed by the way everyone was looking at me. I felt like filth. The s*** that was said still stings a bit... The amount of times I got told that the seats would have to be burnt so people wont get aids...
The day went on... I had my locker filled with rotten fruit and peels, death threats and "die f****" written all over the books in my locker, my school bag was pissed on, my change of clothes I found shoved in a toilet, my best friends I'd known since I was 3 refused to even make eye contact with me, this group of guys would take their duck-bill hats off when I'd walk past and whack me in the dick with the peak so it really stung.
And then it pretty much continued on for a few months, and I decided to tell my Dad... on Fathers day. He broke my nose, dragged me down the front steps of the house and kicked me out...
Then I found out my boyfriend was banging another dude he'd found on myspace. It was a pretty s***ty 3 months to say the least.
I still have my old myspace account, and the comments on it are really f***ed up. At my highschool reunion, I brought it up on my phone, and deliberately showed the spouses of the f***ers that made my life hell.
I went from aspirations to be a lawyer, to being a homeless 15 year old kid, that f***ed a bunch of gross guys for a place to stay.