I was bullied at secondary school - years 7-9 it was on / off name calling, laughed at for my appearance, I suppose relatively minor. Year 10 and 11 - a couple of my subjects it was relentless and sadly one of these was the core 3 so I saw this group every bloody day.
The bullying from this group was largely all sorts of insults being thrown at me constantly, they would walk past and throw my stuff on the floor, I got spat at and it went up to what I now realise was sexual assault - I remember one of the boys coming behind me and grabbing my boobs and squeezing really hard and then screaming that he now had AIDS and the group laughing. Thankfully a nicer member of the class actually slapped him (no one messed with this girl). A couple of times, one of them would poke me to prompt me to turn around and lead boy would be wanking over his trousers in my face. Thankfully last I heard that twat was in prison.
Sixth Form wasn’t so bad. There was awful bullying in my year and the school came down very strictly on who they would allow to stay for Years 12 and 13. The bullies were largely gone.
Never had an apology.
I have also been bullied at work but this was more subtle. A gradual grinding down by my line manager, isolating, gas lighting. “Putting in the corner” so to speak, impossible to win situations. This was only a few years back but, having experienced bullies in the past, it gave me the fire to improve my life and show people that I’m better than that. So I left. I’m now a qualified teacher, own my own home, know good quality friends and have kept hold of them.
Work bully got the sack a year later for doing the same to someone else (who had my balls then I did at the time and got work union involved and everything) and something else. She started a relationship with a married man, they rented together, he then cheated on her and she’s now, from what I’ve heard from our remaining mutual contact connection, back living at her parents home aged 31 and miserable with virtually no remaining friends due to how she treated them. I have no sympathy.
To be honest the bullying has been scarring yet freeing. Scarring in that I really do struggle with men and trusting people. I’m probably over sensitive sometimes.
Freeing in that it’s taught me what’s important and I’ve truly learnt the lesson of who to not waste my time with and on. I don’t spend time chasing the approval of toxic people or indeed anyone now. I have some really good friends and they are what matters to me. If I have to act or present in order to impress someone, I’m not interested.