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Set a warning example once that everybody keeps in mind and you'll be left alone. In elementary three kids came at me. I kicked the closest one in the groin so hard he immediately fell over and couldn't walk for ~half an hour. In middle school I smashed the kid who tried to bully me face-first into the table and then dragged him by his hair out of the classroom and into the toilet: "Come at me again and this will be the room where you die.". Obviously, no teacher was present. In upper school the kid who tried to bully me once sat next to me. Some kid had birthday and we all had plastic forks for the cake on our tables. Bully was trying to steal my stuff from right in front of me: "Try that once more and I'll ram this fork into your hand.". Kept the fork ready. He thought I was bluffing. I wasn't. Most of the fork flew away in splinters in all directions. The sharp remnant stuck in his hand. He screamed. Teacher asked what the commotion was about and I said: "He was clumsy and hurt his hand between the tables.". Gave bully a look from the side and he said nothing. The teacher didn't do anything. In retrospect all those things seem pretty extreme. But I saw what bullies could do to kids, and I was having none of it. One warning example at every school I went to and I was never bullied.
real life don't always go like that though. Hard to fight back when three guys hold you down and punch you in the diaphragm. I was 11, they were 14.
Sometimes it's better just to stay alive and unharmed, even if it means you're afraid.
real life don't always go like that though.
Implicating what I told wasn't real!? It is/was.
Hard to fight back when three guys hold you down and punch you in the diaphragm. I was 11, they were 14.
My kick to the groin was preventive. Don't wait until it is too late. And even if I had lost any of those situations, I'd rather go down fighting than just swallow it. Btw, all those bullies were taller and heavier than me. Be quick and ruthless and the size difference often doesn't matter.
Sometimes it's better just to stay alive and unharmed, even if it means you're afraid.
That's the thing, when not fighting back you seldomly stay unharmed. Again, I'd rather go down fighting.
Just to be sure I'm not giving a false image of myself: I never picked a fight. I never provoked a fight. I avoided escalating situations whenever possible. But at every school I went to, as soon as somebody tried to bully me, I retalliated once, and that always was enough.
I'm not saying you're lying I'm saying that in the majority of cases, bullying isn't solved by kicking a random kid in the groin.
in some cases it might actually make things worse, as people might be out for revenge, or cause you to become a social pariah, or even get into trouble with the police.
Maybe. It worked out well for me 🤷🏼
Lol what do you mean by 3 kids 'came at me'? Because kicking someone in the nuts for walking towards you sort of seems like provoking a fight.
They told me they were going to beat me up. It was not during a break. The teacher who should have held that class was sick or something and the school messed up organizing a replacement. When no teacher showed up, most of us just went back out into the school yard. I was alone at the playground, which was furthest from the school building. Those three kids came towards me in a triangular formation and just told me they were going to beat me up. I preemptively kicked the front kid as hard as I could and the other two ran off. I left the kid lying there and went back to the class room. One of them actually reported me to a teacher. Somebody from the school talked to my parents and told them that I reacted very violently to a situation but that they thought the other kids provoked it (at least one of them was a known trouble maker). I had an awkward conversation with my parents several days later that violence is not OK even if the other people are in the wrong blah blah. I never got into any real trouble over it.
I got physically attacked on the playground pretty much every day for years in elementary school. I feared my parents more than the attackers, so I took my lumps and never fought back. The teachers didn't care. One day I had enough. Grabbed the kid punching me, threw him to the ground, and kicked him a couple dozen times. He had bruises on his arms, legs, and torso and probably a few bruised ribs. The principal told me that fighting is never ok, but she didn't see it so couldn't say if there was a fight or not and warned me against getting into any fights in the future because she'd probably see those... First time any staff stood up for me. No problem though, every one of those kids left me alone and never bothered me again.
You had an uncommonly principled principal.
ah, the Ender Wiggin's strategy. The Art of grade school War. A++