in primary school:
The head and his deputy confined me to a 2x2 square to protect me from others after keeping me confined for six months after an operation. on top of this the deputy would regularly like to keep me indoors for not getting maths questions correct, the sanction was doing more. the memory of the maths problem has stayed with me, even now. (this was Year 3 here but P4 for the Scotch)
Fast forward to secondary school:
To begin with, it was the fact i have a fear of clowns. then it escalated into trying to hit me deliberately for no reason. I had to BEG the headteacher to move me away from the bully, and whilst this solved the problem initially, on breaks, they would still get thrills of striking me with a football. in the end i collared him up a wall and told him to back off. from then on he left me well alone. (this was Year 8 and 9 here and S1/2 for the Scotch)
the next year a group of boys made it their mission to make my life hell by teasing me about my disability, then ripping apart a hoody, whilst the teacher stood and watched.
then i met someone who would tackle me to the floor, cause me to have a permanent knee injury, and really destroy my mental health to the point i had to have four rounds of counselling and be medicated for it. the irony is my secondary school is a specialist school.
there was verbal insults like the n word, them presuming my sexuality, being called out for wishing to be celibate. also my lunch was destroyed, my diet was controlled (where they could) i had to answer the phone when they dictated, all under the illusion they were a friend.
for those of you in my shoes, know there is hope in the world, wether that be faith, four legged, two legged or however else you feel appropriate x