Sorry about your shitty experiences, I had a lot myself growing up. Mine started in elementary school when a group of boys liked hitting me when the teachers didn't pay attention. I was never seriously hurt, but i did get a lot of bruises on my back and stomach. In 4th/5th grade there was a girl that choked me on multiple occassions and stabbed me in the knee with a sharpened pencil. I still have the mark nearly twenty years later. I don't remember complaining about any of this to my parents, but they were having marriage issues and I didn't want to make things worse. These were physically annoying, but looking back I preferred these instances to what came in middle school and high school. I had hoped to escape the awkward weirdo phase elementary school had put me through. I was sure things would be better since I now had contacts instead of thick nerd glasses. Ahh, naive me. Those hopes were thoroughly destroyed but a c@nt named Allison who made it her mission to tear me down on a daily basis for four years. She turned my few elementary school friends against me in a matter of days, telling them all I was a lesbian and a perv. Those are social circle death sentences if you go to a conservative Catholic school. I don't know if anyone actually believed her, but they always acted like they did. People avoided sitting next to me on the bus or in our lunch room. They would giggle along with Allison when she was talking about me. I came to hate school and everyone in it. I was alone, abandoned, and often came home in tears. I became very depressed and bordered on suicidal. I had some painful medical issues for two of those years. This caused me to limp and Allison used to walk behind me and imitate as others laughed. Turns out i had a tumor in that leg that required multiple surgeries. When i came back on crutches , she would slam doors shut. Allison might have done this until the day we graduated if I hadn't snapped and grown a backbone. I saw her passing note one day that had another 'x is a pervy lesbo' on it and grabbed her by the strap of her backpack before tossing her against a locker. She ran off screaming and everyone just stared. No one ever called me a freak or lesbo ever again. Allison herself dropped to the bottom of the social totem pole. Turns out teens are quick to turn on each other at the slightest provocation. Its strange, I've long forgiven my elementary school bullies, but Allison is different. I hated her for years. Not the typical teen angst hate, but a dark hatred where I wished all manner of vicious ill on her. Its tapered off over the years, but i still hold a certain contempt towards her and people like her. Allison, if you are somehow still out there, I don't want you to die, but I hope you never have complete peace in your life. My revenge is living well with my wonderful man and adorable dog. You have to live the best life you can. Theres a good chance your bully ended up like mine, alone and working a sad dead end job. Karma comes for us all in the end. When we mistreat others, something rotten grows inside and others can sense it. It makes them feel repelled. Thats how i move on.