40 People Share How Their School Bullies Turned Out As Adults

In my freshman year of High school I was relentlessly bullied by the varsity QB. Daily this guy would punch me in the arm, hard. I had a perpetual bruise on my upper left arm. After a few weeks trying to avoid this guy, mostly not as it was a small school, I devised a plan for revenge.

I found a piece of 1/4" aluminum plate in my dad's work shop that I hid in my jacket sleeve. When I saw the bully that day I taunted him by saying that he punched like a girl and I couldn't even feel it. I offered my arm to him and told him to really try this time. Well, he ended up breaking 3 bones in his hand and wasn't able to play the rest of the season. F him. Thanks for reading and don't get mad get even.

In high school, our main bully seemed unstoppable, but fast forward a decade, and he's a completely changed person. I ran into him at a local charity event where he was volunteering, and he actually apologized for his past behavior. Turns out, life threw him some tough lessons, and he really took them to heart, transforming into a genuinely decent guy.

Yes, by me 16f at the time.
I was being targeted by a female bully for looking at her wrong. I didn’t mean to.

She started following me around to my classes.
One day after my math class was over, she was waiting for me outside the classroom doors.

I knew she was there and I heard her say “ I’m waiting for you! I’m going to beat you up “

I said “I’m not afraid of you! “

She said “You’re not?”

Me: No!

She said okay! Left, never bothered me again.

100% yes.

He was captain of the football team and bullied anyone not in sports or conventionally attractive mercilessly. He was "supposed" to be our prom king senior year. A bunch of us staged a coup and got a self described uber nerd who was genuinely kind, funny, intelligent and empathetic voted prom king.

About eight years after we graduated, the school bully was brought on a daytime talkshow under false pretenses. The show was really about facing your bullies. The bully came out and he was no longer hot, had gained a bunch of weight, thinning hair, just generally unkempt and hadn't succeeded in life.
That geeky guy came out and had worked out for years, got a nose job and his teeth fixed and was pretty much model level hotness. He was also an engineer for NASA, very happily married, a kid and basically living his best life.
He told the bully that he'd made his life a living hell during all of middle school and high school and then thanked him for giving him the motivation to change his life.
He also added something like, "I can see that you never actually tried at anything other than being a bully in school. Maybe this will give you the wake up call that you need".

It was pretty epic.

After months of heckling and general talking bad, things came to a head when I flipped him the bird.


He pressed his chest on me, I shoved him back, then the teacher(who knew about the bullying, but told me to be thick skinned because the bully was in special ed) kicked me out of the class.


She accused me of being a "tough guy" trying to make a name for myself from the big city(I had moved to Florida from NY). She wanted to put me in anger management and get special counseling.


I cut my next class and called my Dad. Unknown to me, he left work minutes after my call and confronted my teacher, provoking her to anger so she could feel what I felt those months.


"I haven't even been here 15 minutes, and you're already flustered! Imagine what my son had to go through!"


She apologized to me the next day, and the jerk was kept away from me the rest of the year.

Our school bully became a prison guard and was ended by an inmate during a riot.

One of the bully's at my school got beat by one of his victim's older brothers. The victim was from a big family and he had like 3 older brothers. Ended up in him getting a black eye and a broken arm.

Haha yeah. I was a little jerk in middle school and was an easy target for my bully Doug. He was a rather big guy and liked pushing me around. I started getting cocky one day in the locker room and insinuated his sister worked corners. He didn't like that, so I got shoved, HARD, against the lockers and yelling and whatnot. This caught the attention of Antony, a rather tall muscular guy I didn't really know.

During gym, Antony sat down next to me and asked what was up with Doug. I told him Doug was my personal hell and I had been dealing with it for a couple years at that point. Antony looked at me and said "Want me to take care of it?" I said yes.

End of gym, we all walked into the locker room to find Doug holding his knees, crying, looking rather pitiful in front of everyone. From then on, Doug only glared at me and occasionally said something under his breath. I don't know exactly what Antony said or did, but he did it so everyone could see Doug bawling and half naked.

You’ll be completely shocked to know he’s a trumper.

The guy that used to beat up my friends and try to beat me up (I was a huge 17 year old) while calling us slurs for gay got his comeuppance. Basically he got caught doing gay stuff with one of his friends and got kicked out of his little friend group for it. Maybe if he hadn't tried to beat us up on many occasions and called us so many slurs he could have hung out with us. Like half our group was gay or bi. We listened to all kinds of music. He totally could have hung out and been gay if he wasn't such a violent jerk.

I still think it's funny he would drive buy and yell 'hey f____t' at me when I had my arms around a girl and lipstick on my face.

I wish I could say he changed, but there's just something wrong with his brain. Imagine you're in 6th grade and you're putting stuff away in your locker and the kid beside you tells you he wants to burn down your house with you and your family in it, just to see how your skin would melt.

Well after high school he moved in with his pregnant girlfriend and married her. Then he found god. Then god told him he was allowed to beat his kid, and also his wife if she tried to get in the way. Then he went to prison and his wife left him.

He got out some time later, got married again, had yet another kid. To absolutely nobody's surprise, his old friend god showed up again and told him he was above the law and he could do whatever the hell he wanted with no consequences. Again, another badly beaten kid and wife, but this time add a badly beaten police officer into it and an even longer stay in prison.

Rinse and repeat a few more times. So did he get his karma, yes and no. Sure he keeps going to prison where he belongs, but once he gets out he never learns anything. I used to feel bad because I thought it was a mental health thing, but threes only so many children and women you can beat within an inch of their lives and see absolutely nothing wrong with it before you lose all sympathy.

My worst bully finally made me snap in middle school. I came up to him in the hall and smashed his head into his locker and hit him til the teacher pulled us apart. The next week he came to my house to “make peace and be friends” as soon as we got out of earshot of my mom his cronies jumped me and held me down while he put a .22 bullet in each of my feet from a critter rifle. (Up until this I was a promising cross country runner. I healed, but never got back into it.) They went to juvie and I got meaner. I didn’t trust anyone else for the rest of school.

I spent a lot of my middle and high school years in a bad mental state and don't remember a lot of it.

I did have a guy randomly approach me in the pharmacy of my home town and apologize for how he treated me during high school. Only problem was that I didn't even recognize him. He got real offended when I told him I didn't know who he was.

He looked like he was doing okay for himself tho.

I was suspended sixteen times and eventually expelled in the last year of high school. I was a bit of a weird kid and a magnet for that kinda stuff.

 

One particularly memorable occasion was with a meeting between me, my parents, my teachers and my counsellors where the school was saying I had anger issues. I responded with "I don't have anger issues, I've got a bullying issue! If they'd just stop bullying me I'll stop hitting them!"

 

My dad just creased with laughter, as did the deputy head teacher. Still didn't stop the bullying though. A few of the bullies are d**d now, and the only one who tried to carry that on after high school ended up getting the stuff kicked out of him in the street by me.

In high school I caught a lot of bull from this one guy. He was bigger than me. Not much, mind you. But in his mind he was towering over me. He would belittle me verbally, push me, knock books out of my hand, trip me on the stairs, etc.

Our sophomore year I had enough, it was the first week of school and he gave me a flat tire as I was walking down the hallway, in a crowded hallway intersection full of freshly minted freshmen trying to find their new classes. I didn’t have a plan. I just reacted.

I yelled “Holy, Joe had an accident! Hey everybody, clear the way, Joe needs to get to the nurse’s office. Come on everybody, this isn’t a joke, this guy needs to get changed before his next class!” Dude froze in stunned horror as the hallway noise stopped and people began to make an opening for him to move through. I’m guessing out of shock, he just sort of walked through the opening, no denial, no rage, just sort of stunned silence.

That was enough to establish the rumor that Big Joe pooed his pants. The rumor evolved over time that he wore diapers. That it was a result of a football injury, etc.

No one made fun of him, mind you. It was a smallish school, our graduating class was around 200 students. And while “gay” was still a regular insult, unless, of course, you actually were gay in which case, whatever, you do you, medical conditions were not mocked.

But occasionally you’d hear whispers about it, particular whenever Big Joe would try to do something big and bad.

He left me, and most others that he was bullying, alone after that. Settled him right down like neutering dog. Ran into him after graduation and, like most people I went to high school with, just acted like we were long lost friends catching up.

Hm, when I just tried to fight back alone, it became more of a circle. It really ended when a classmate contacted the teacher.

Our teacher was head of the mediation-group of our school and, because our class was kinda a problem-class, they tested quite a few new educational methods with us.

So, when the theme of bullying came she took the three main bullies of the class out together with the three most social guys that were liked, but also known to be fair (one of these three were also the one that tipped the teacher off). They were sat during a lesson alone in a room and they had to discuss why bullying happens, what motivates the bully and what it makes with the victim, and had to hold a presentation about it in the end. The final task of these 6 was to think up possible punishments to prevent futher bullying.

That idea of our teacher was quite effective.

He ended up getting cyberbullied a couple years later, his mom got involved until she learned that he had bullied a bunch of other kids... not a pretty picture.

He was raided by the US Marshalls and convicted of selling steroids.

the other one is now a used car salesman.

My school bully became a very sad, angry, lonely person after school ended. She was one of the 'popular 'girls and took pleasure in putting everyone down. Her little clique of friends slowly but surely distanced themselves from her, and all grew up and got on with their lives, got jobs and families of their own, but she kept that high school personality.

She never kept a job for long as she would end up getting sacked for her bad attitude or for stealing. She would also get herself arrested for disturbing the peace or being drunk and disorderly quite regularly.

Her family tried all sorts to get her to turn her life around, and tried to get her into rehab when she began drinking heavily and couldn't get out of bed in the morning without a drink. Alcohol eventually ended her. She passed 2 years ago. I speak to her sister quite often and they couldn't understand why she was the way she was, and it's broken her parents hearts , even though they did everything humanly possible to help her. It's pretty sad really.

A guy I knew was bullying a younger kid on the bus. I pointed at him and started yelling "Bully, bully, bully". After a little while most of the bus joined in. He started crying, his mom called my mom and I had to apologize...

I haven't seen him since gradeschool, but our moms are best friends now!