“I Watched It All Burn”: 30 People Share What Happened To Kids Who Were Outcasts Growing Up
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Human beings are social animals. Most of us crave acceptance, connection, love, and respect. An 85-year Harvard study found that our positive relationships empower us, make us resilient, and actually lead to healthier, happier, and longer lives. But social isolation is horrible for our physical and mental health. When somebody is ostracized from their social circle or society, it takes a toll and can even put them on a warpath in life.
In a viral thread started by user u/WANACWaac, the r/AskReddit online community shared stories of what happened to the social outcasts they knew and how they got revenge against their communities after growing up. We’ve picked out some of the most powerful and emotional stories, which you’ll find as you scroll down. Though, keep in mind, some of them are very sensitive.
Bored Panda got in touch with the author of the candid discussion, Isaiah Taylor, aka u/WANACWaac, and he shared his perspective on outcasts, tolerance, and people judging one another. Read on for our full interview with him.
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I have a very positive spin on this!
I was a bit of an outcast growing up in my neighborhood. Grew up in a weird sad neighborhood that was all ex gang members or dirt poor pill poppers. I never really fit in with any of my peers because I was just not interested in a lot of the same things. I was made fun of a lot by classmates, some teachers and a LOT of adults in my neighborhood. Definitely pushed out. But I had a huge passion for education, specifically food education. Where I grew up was the poster for food desert. After I graduated college, I moved back and volunteered at the library in the middle of that hellhole. I will spare you a lot of the details and minor (but important to me) stories, but I started a bustling community garden that got involved with a lot of charities because of my college connections and helped create a ton of resources to help my community. Food banks, job assistance, adult education assistance and community gardens for the children so they could have fresh food and actually learn it. It still has a good handful of problems, but I know for a fact I helped out people who were really s****y to me. And I do genuinely smile knowing they got their s**t together. There is .05% of smugness knowing they have to thank me after mocking me for being more interested in the plants than their own interests. Didn’t burn down the village, per se, but I guess I burnt down the mindset some. Got the hell out of there, though! Still nice to drive through and see the garden still kickin :).
According to Psychologist Rick Hanson, Ph.D., accepting other people doesn’t necessarily mean that you agree with them or approve of them. However, as he explains, “you can simply let people be” and accept that they exist as they are, not as you’d like them to be.
“You may not like it, you may not prefer it, you may feel sad or angry about it, but at a deeper level, you are at peace with it. That alone is a blessing. And sometimes, your shift to acceptance can help things get better,” Hanson explains.
Meanwhile, Psychologist Kipling D. Williams claims that ostracism is an invisible form of abuse. Ostracized individuals tend to go through three stages. They first feel pain, then they enter the ‘coping’ stage, which is followed by ‘resignation.’ The latter is when someone gives up after becoming depressed and feels helpless to change anything.
One kid at my old school was relentlessly bullied for being gay. One day she had enough, went up to her main bully during lunch one day and beat the ever living sh*te out of him (for context she was a very short and skinny girl while he was the typical jock). No one ever bothered her again after that and she was forever known as the 'Nut-Smasher'. I actually ran into her a while back while visiting family in my home town and we chatted for a bit. Turns out she is married and adopted a kid with her wife and all around looked a lot happier than she was in school.
There was that nuclear revenge post about a guy ostracized by the entire town, i think cause he was born out of wedlock, and after getting out of there became an inspector of some kind. Eventually he was given a list of factories that needed reviewing and one needed to close. The factory in his home town was on the list. He goes there, inspects, they act all buddy buddy thinking they're safe from closure. Boy were they wrong! Every infraction, breach of safety, incorrect anything went into his report. The whole town basically was built around that factory and when it shut down the town was desolate and dead within a few years.
People are often paradoxical. On the one hand, they’re often warm, kind, friendly, and welcoming. On the other hand, they’re extremely quick to judge others based on initial impressions. Not only that, but they might push someone away because they’re slightly different than them.
Ostracism can happen due to a variety of reasons. Broadly speaking, people tend to judge others when there’s a mismatch in values, behavior, status, or even appearance. Someone who was born out of wedlock or lives in a poorer household might be pushed away in their community, which can breed resentment, frustration, and anger over the long term.
Someone I used to have in a support group I once helped run for sexually victimized and abused young men shared with us what happened to him.
I'm not going into the finer details of it but the broadstroke is he was being victimized by a TA. He went to other teachers, school admins, and even police. No one believed him and he even got punished for "making it up to get a staff member in trouble".
It destroyed his personality. He became bitter, resentful, spiteful, and generally hateful of other people. He was improving his demeanor in the group but from what he tells us he just "wanted to watch the world die" at the time.
A couple years later that same TA tripped down the stair well in one of the side hallways of the school and he happened to be nearby. He saw she was badly injured and likely had broken bones and was bleeding from her head. Instead of helping her he literally stepped over her and pretended she wasn't there. Security footage showed he wasn't the one to push her but when asked why he didn't say anything or get help he simply said that last time he tried to tell people about something involving her no one helped so why would they this time?
This one actually happened to me with help from Reddit! I went to an extremely conservative (i.e. culty) Christian school from pre-k to 8th grade. When I told my class I thought it was wrong to pray for the death of gay people and that I stood up for gay rights, the entire school turned against me. My friends made up lies about me being a lesbian trying to assault them, and the teachers believed it, threatening me physically. It was terrifying, but I pushed through my last year there holding my values.
Anyways, a year later, at a new secular school, I wrote up a summary of what happened, sharing it with my family and friends on Facebook. A friend of mine saw it and posted the story to r/atheism and all hell (lol) broke loose. Despite censoring names, the subreddit found out the name of the school and started a campaign to shame them for their actions. There were so many calls to their administration they had to change their number.
All the bad press made virtually every family pull their kids out of the school. A year later, the school shut down due to lack of students. No other kid would get hurt. Thanks, Reddit ❤️.
Growing up, our neighbors had a couple boys (10 & 14 +/- at the time of this story). The younger son had a good friend that would stay at their house VERY frequently. He was always pretty quiet and kept to himself, except when he was with his friend, the 10 y/o, which was when he could be himself. One day we find out that he was permanently moving in with my neighbors due to an “unsafe situation” at home. Apparently this poor kid got to watch his mother be murdered by her boyfriend, all because d***s. Right. In. Front. Of. Him. The 10 year old. Luckily my neighbors stepped up and offered to take him in, which was actually great for everyone. He really started to blossom and became pretty stable, with a caveat: he just didn’t take any s**t. From anyone. Which leads us to our terrific act of rebellion. Like everyone else in our neighborhood, we rode the bus home. This kid is riding home from elementary school when the bus driver started going off on the kids for real, or imagined indiscretions. Well, this kid takes offense to this and speaks up on behalf of the rest of the kids. Bus driver, now royally pissed (angry, for our non us crowd) tells this kid “one more word and I’m kicking you off the bus!” Well, you are correct in your assumption of what transpired next. Kid gets kicked off the bus, which royally pisses HIM off, so cue MC. Kid walks off the bus, and immediately walks in front of the bus. We were about a mile from his normal stop at our street, and this was a 2 lane road with sporadic oncoming traffic. No way the driver could get away with trying to pass, so he drove at a walking pace until the kid got to our street. Parents were wondering where their children were, as everyone was now 30+ minutes late, and were overall very amused when they discovered the cause. Still about the most proud of a 10 year old I’ve ever been, and I have 2 of my own! Anyway, I gotta look that guy up. Hope he’s well….
Any bus driver who is willing to kick a child off in a location that is not their stop/house deserves to be fired, that is child endangerment there are too many creeps willing to kidnap a kid from their own front yard let alone a Lost child who's dropped off somewhere unknown
Social isolation increases the risk of serious health problems. It increases the risk of dementia by a whopping 50%, heart disease by 29%, and stroke by 32%. Not only that, but socially isolated individuals are more prone to developing depression and anxiety, diabetes, and issues with substance abuse.
The CDC reports that more than 1 in 3 American adults who are aged 45 and over feel lonely. People more at risk of social isolation tend to have lower income and physical or mental health problems. They also often live alone, have disabilities, and have been the victims of abuse. The emotional toll is immense. But in financial terms, loneliness costs the US economy around $406 billion per year, while social isolation costs it another $6.7 billion annually.
A kid who was relentlessly bullied at my school for years sued the district and got an upper 6 figure settlement.
I mean, that's the short version of how it went down.
He had years of documentation of going to the principal, teachers, counselors, even the super intendant. They all either did nothing or made empty promises that they didn't keep. He had documentation for it all.
The highlight was when the lacrosse team jammed a lacrosse stick up his butt not once, but twice and the only consequence was one of the kids being suspended for 2 days.
I should also add that this isn't a rural school in the deep south. It's a suburban school located in a liberal part of New York.
Not a village but a woman’s marriage. When I was in elementary I was forced to be in the “normal” music class instead of the “special ed” class (I’m going to the proper terms, mainstreamed and assisted cuz I like them more) for years. Even after my mom and both of my therapists requested I get put in the assisted class for sensory reasons (I’m autistic and had sensory overloads daily in this class) the teacher said I was lying to them and always did quiet activities when someone sat in on the class. So I suffered every Monday and Wednesday I had school from when I was four to when I was ten.
But then I went to middle school and life moved on. I still loved music so I tried to join choir. I was denied for two years but got in when I was 12. I’m a pretty good singer and had no other extracurricular activities so I began helping the choir director. Eventually he asks me if his daughter, who’s also autistic, could be good with music like I was. He says her music teacher in elementary school says she’s terrible with music and throws tantrums in class. I say she’s most likely not having tantrum instead having a sensory overload because 30 eight year olds playing the recorder at once is hell. Other than a few other questions about his daughter it’s the last I hear of this elementary school music class.
A couple years later I’m bringing my mom lunch in my old high school (she works there as an assisted class teacher) and I see my old choir director and his daughter. We catch up and eventually they leave to get lunch together and I chat with my mom. She says “you know, you’re one of the reasons he divorced his wife.” I’m like “What?!?” And she explains that his ex wife was the elementary school music teacher and when i said elementary school music class is sensory hell he found out she doesn’t believe autism exists and thinks you can fix neurodivergent kids by making them so uncomfortable they “become normal”. Not a good attitude for the mom of an autistic kid. She also refused to take a course on how to teach mainstreamed special needs kids so she also lost her job. No regrets.
I'm friends with this kid who during senior year took some dynamite he had managed to obtain and blew up some local rich families vehicles. The kid did this all because the families had his home forcibly foreclosed on to build a country club. This kids family had lived on that land since the 1820s and those rich a******s f****d em over. Dude did get some minor legal troubles but last I heard he was a demolition expert in the army.
“I have experienced feelings of loneliness and moments in which I’m alone, and there is a definite difference between the two,” Isaiah, who created the viral thread, opened up to Bored Panda.
“For example, have you wanted to be within proximity of a company while maintaining your choice of personal space? My answer to that question would be yes, a hundred times yes! And that, to me at least, is the difference between being alone and being lonely. A person who is lonely is too alone, yet they are on a spiritual, mental, and physical spectrum.
We asked Isaiah for his perspective as to why so many of us are so quick to judge each other. “The reason people are so quick to judge the next person's difference is usually due to a seemingly endless search to find the difference within self or they have recognized the difference within themselves and have not learned to appreciate it,” he shared his point of view.
“Barry” was new to our school in upper East Tennessee back in 2005. Barry was a talented and athletic boy who was quickly recruited to play every sport the school offered. The only problem was that Barry was black in an area where such “offenses” out ruled his physical talent. Barry and I became quick friends as we shared a majority of our classes, and we would often talk in excitement about the upcoming sports seasons.
He planned to play all three sports (football, basketball, and baseball) where I only played baseball. After a few weeks of football practice, however, his demeanor changed, and he began to share about the racist happenings of his time at our school. I was privileged in the fact that up to this point I had never directly witnessed racism or would have thought my classmates capable of such actions.
Raccoons were hung gutted and bleeding over the contents of his locker. Dead animals were removed daily from the windshield of his car, and threatening notes were found placed on his gear before each practice. He played exactly 1 game for our school. While my friends and I were cheering for our team, my heart sank when I heard chants of n***** and c*** coming from our stands directed toward a teenager on the field wearing our jersey. His team mates would blindside him after a play to the delight of the “adults” in the stands, and after the game he wasn’t allowed to shower until the other boys had finished.
Barry called me that night to tell me he was transferring to a rival school who had a more diverse population. I was heartbroken and disappointed in my town and my school. I told him that he would be missed by those of us who got to know him, but we understood that this was a necessary change.
Barry was allowed to transfer schools and, due to the location of his home, continue the season without sitting out the remainder of the year. He returned to our town wearing a different jersey, surrounded by team mates who protected him, and proceeded to hand our school the worst defeat we had suffered in years. Following the game he didn’t speak to anyone, didn’t grandstand, didn’t celebrate. He simply walked off the field. What he did on the football field that night spoke volumes.
I kept up with Barry for a few years after, but we have since lost contact. Last we spoke around 2009 , he was on a small university football team working toward a degree in business. I hope to one day see his name as the CEO of a very successful company.
As an affair child I was treated harshly by my parents. My goal and plans will take about 3 months to finish. I'm going to expose my parents for the abusive treatment I received as a child. This I will do in front of everyone at their church. My parents present themselves as good church people and I look forward to exposing my mother as a serial cheater and exposing my father as a draft dodging coward.
Back in the 80s as a kid, I was on a town swim team. There were older (3-4 years mostly) kids that bullied me relentlessly. Wet towel snapping, tripping, slamming into lockers, everything you could think of. Adults never believed me when I complained, nor would they even bother to have someone supervise the area.
One day they were pulling their usual s**t in the locker room. About 2 dozen boys were in the room, and of course no adults around. After getting shoved multiple times I made it to a bathroom stall. I locked the door and stood on the toilet so they couldn't reach me. Everyone was hooting it up and egging the bullies on.
At this point, I snapped. I knew there was only one thing I could do.
I pissed on him.
With great deliberation I dropped trou, aimed my prepubescent pea shooter at the crack between the door and divider and let loose like a fire hose on the bully. I don't know how long I manage to shoot off, but the cheering quickly turned to screams and swears as they realized what I just did.
Of course they ran off to find the coaches and claim to be the victims. Thankfully there were a few others that corroborated my story.
My punishment was that for 2 weeks I had to change in a separate locker room by myself.
The bullies? Kicked off the team. Never saw them again.
That was the last time anyone bullied me there.
Bullies got a beat down on our football team. Actually, our football team policed the school, bullies got a rough up.
“We are all books whose stories cannot and should not be plagiarized! Our differences are all various shades of various colors splattered across this blank canvas we call EXISTENCE, and those differences are what make us unique masterpieces to be admired in the gallery of LIFE.”
In the meantime, the author of the viral thread shared his thoughts on how everyone can become more tolerant and understanding. “The only way I see us becoming more tolerant of one another would be to show more concern toward our fellow human and to show more compassion for our fellow human,” he told Bored Panda.
“We are all trying—some harder than others—but nevertheless, we are all trying. Whether it is trying to fit in, trying to stand out, trying to be the best version of ourselves, or maybe just trying to be better than we were a second, minute, hour, day, week, month, or year ago…WE ARE ALL TRYING!”
One of my friends in high school was a major over achiever. Stayed at school or work as much as possible, to the point where he may have spent an hour or less at home a day. He would always deflect questions about his home life, but confided in me that it was bad. Calling him the black sheep of the family would be a major understatement. His family had some money, not millionaire or billionaire but better off than most, and they told him from elementary school he would always be useless and never amount to anything.
He is making bank after getting through college and finding a bomb job with a big pharmaceutical company. Meanwhile his fathers company, that has been in the family for a few generations, got picked apart by the government. “Someone” tipped them off that he was lying on taxes, hiring immigrants for next to nothing, hiding osha violations, and much more. As the dust was settling and the damage was really being seen, my buddy drove to his former family home and dropped of a file. The same file he gave an attorney that gave it to the government, and only said, “who won’t amount to anything?”.
A pastor I lived next to constantly berated a kid in my class about everything from his hair length to him not fully embracing the "word of the lord".
The kid routinely went into the pastors backyard and would s**t in his pool along with several of his friends all at once. They would also throw dead animals they found in there as well ranging from a squirrel to a opossum.
Honestly, don't even blame the kid. That pastor was judgmental as f**k and no one liked him.
I’m a lesbian and was pretty much outcasted by my family when I came out. They were all pretty abusive. I still babysat my sisters a lot because I wanted a relationship. For reference I’m 22 and they’re 6 months and 4.
Recently, my girlfriend and I were able to get custody. My Mom is pretty much out of the picture at this point.
That whole side of the family that ousted me. Either wants custody or visitation with the babies. They get nothing. The last grandchild, the baby of the family, the cute little princess they all want to hold and dress up. But god forbid she has an opinion. They get nothing now.
In college my ex tried to turn everyone against me and claimed I was abusive and manipulative and some terrible s**t. She forgot I had access to her test cheat sheet and message logs where she said some stuff that her family was very sensitive to.
She got me in trouble with the school from her lies so I gave the school a copy of the cheat sheet and got her expelled and blacklisted from almost every college she could have gone to and released the messages to her family which stopped supporting her.
She coulda just broke up with me and not lied.
Personal story.
I grew up on a farm, nearest neighbor was a mile away. My village was my family, but I was the one that wasn't wanted. My father wanted me to be a mold of what he wanted. My mother was abused by him emotionally and mentally. My oldest brother watched as my father and other brother abused me physically and sexually. After I escaped, I told everyone what happened. I told the farming coop and local church community how horrible my father is and how my brother is a monster. I ruined them to the people they tried for years to impress. They ruined their daughter, I ruined them.
I knew a kid in high school who had all the makings of a school shooter. His main interest was martial arts and weapons and he drew a comic for the school newspaper that showed a character that was basically him going on a murder spree through the school. This was right before Columbine, so people didn't see this as a red flag. He also wrote a novel about a character who is basically him going on a rape/murder spree. Even though he wasn't interested, my friend group and I forcibly befriended him and made him hang out with us. My best friend was basically a mother hen and would quickly and firmly correct his antisocial habits when they popped up and explain why they were bad. We also gave him a ton of positive reinforcement for anything non-sociopathic he did.
"Jim". Not his real name, of course. Anyway, Jim moved to my school in 5th grade. He was socially awkward but you could tell that he wanted to have friends. But for some reason, he was a complete social pariah. Was it because of his weight? I honestly don't know. It's not like he was the only big boy in the school. But for some reason, Jim got singled out. He was tormented mercilessly. I'll give Jim credit. He took it. But how could that not get to him? Still, he took it. For years. Finally, one kid went too far. In the 8th grade, some a*****e "accidentally" spilled his lunch all over Jim. Jim was sitting by himself, of course. And "Randy" thought it would be funny to humiliate Jim in the cafeteria. That particular day, the school had served something messy like chicken fried steak or spaghetti or something like that for lunch. Something that gets everywhere if you spill it. And spill it, Randy did. All over Jim. And Jim... snapped. I mentioned that Jim was heavy. What that translated to (apparently) was immense physical strength. Nobody had been paying attention all those times in PE when Jim would climb the little rope thing WITHOUT using his legs to pull himself up. He was a powerhouse. And Randy poked the bear one time too many. Randy's face was a mess of blood and bruises. Jim gave Randy exactly as much mercy as everyone had given him. Which is to say, absolutely zero. Randy's parents filed a lawsuit against the school district, but I have no idea what came out of that. All I know is that Jim and Randy were never seen at the school again. The teachers and principals all understood what Jim was up against. There's no way they didn't know how miserable he was. But school is a lot like prison. The people in authority don't actually care what happens to you. All they want is for your s**t to stay off of them. As long as you don't make your problems their problems, they're fine with whatever. So, Jim was left to twist in the wind. As victims always are. A few years after graduation, Jim was in the news. He had robbed a convenience store and then gotten shot to death by the cops. The news coverage mentioned a "troubled childhood filled with violence". But I was around for a good bit of his childhood. And on my watch, except for one occasion, the "trouble" and "violence" were completely one-sided. Jim couldn't get a fair deal even in death. Even the news media had to pile on.
Couple of my collegemates used to haze me and bully me. We had to go to a mutual friends' wedding, and we rented a car and drove there. On the way back, we took a bit of a detour and went through a more scenic route, I left them in the middle of the road near nowhere when they went out to pee, they didn't have their phones with them either.
I blew up my family by no longer being the black sheep they piled everything on. I went to court and let it all rip when a uncle asked me to testify for them. My family has a history of narssicitc behavior and I just guess they thought I'd be meek about it. Nope. I watched it all burn as every family member got ripped through.
As a kid who was beaten for years by mother and stepfather and dad knew this but wouldnt help me in the slightest way and treated me horribly, i can honestly say that as the kid who would take care of an ailing parent, i will now, as an adult, tell that now ailing parent that they are on their own to fend for himself.
A guy I went to highschool with burned the bridge with his entire family.
We werent best friends, more of a friend of a friend type of situation, so my info is a lot of hearsay. But I do know some things for certain. He was the middle child, with an older sister and a younger brother. His parents had owned a diner and it had been in his family for a few generations. It was an unspoken rule that the kids of each generation would help out when they were little, and eventually take it over to keep it in the family. The problem was none of them wanted anything to do with it. It was the easiest way to set him off, even mentioning it would have him go from 0-100 real quick. This didnt stop either of his parents though, they would "joke" about how the kids didnt need to worry about college, or moving away, all of that would be "taken care of" when they would run the diner. The sister being the oldest, was the first really pressured into it, but he and his brother told her to get out and dont look back, and dont let them guilt trip you. So she did, and goes to college on a sports scholarship and then moves a few states away. She occasionally visits but more or less left the town in her rearview mirror. Then it was his turn, but unfortunately he didnt have the money to get away, so his parents tell him to go to community college and work at the diner to save money. This is where the issues started. The younger brother doesnt go to college, and decides to go couch surfing and backpacking across the country for a few years. Occasionally coming back to work for a few weeks when he needed the money, only to take off again. So my friend gets left running the place, despite swearing he never would. Id see him around sometimes at bars, and he was a bitter shell of his former self with a bad drinking problem and a series of failed relationships. His parents didnt seem to care that their son was a depressed alcoholic, so long as their family legacy stayed the same. He confided in me how they were pushing him to get married and give them grandkids, to settle down and let go of this silly dream of starting over when he has the diner. Which, given how shitfaced he was in nearly every interaction I had with him, its impressive he was able to run it. His sister and brother couldn't be bothered to come down and help, and in fact they started to agree with the parents that he should just cut his losses and make this life work for him.
One day, he drops off the face of the earth. Nobody sees or hears from him for 3 weeks. His parents say he went on a vacation, and they also hadn't heard from him. Then suddenly he's back in town, seemingly in much better spirits, looking healthier than we had seen him in years. About two months, later the diner is torn down and replaced with some other business.
As it turns out, his girlfriend at the time gave him an ultimatum. Quit the drinking and go to therapy or we're done. So he does, and the therapist points out the obvious things linking his depression and says he should take a vacation and figure out what else he wants to do with his life. He went to vegas, partied for 2 weeks and admittedly thought about killing himself. After getting it out of his system, he devises a plan to sell the diner and pocket the money for himself. Everything was in his name as the owner anyway, so it was pretty easy. He took the best offer he could, and used that money to leave town. The brother and sister didn't get a dime, and the parents were already retired. He moved to the other side of the country with his now wife, and we follow each other on social media but he seems much happier. Apparently he hasn't spoken a word to his family in years, nor they to him, and does not intend to start.
This happened to me, my dad, my brother, and my sister technically. But a massive ice storm happened in Oklahoma City when I was about 7, I think it was 2008 when it happened. An ice storm for anyone who hasn't had the luxury of experiencing one, is when it rains during a cold day, and overnight it freezes everything that got rained on. So everything was covered in an inch or more of ice.
So a gigantic tree in our backyard was weighed down so much by the tree that it fell straight through our house and destroyed it while we were inside. Miraculously no one was hurt, but we were instantly homeless because of it. So my dad asked our aunt(his sister) who lived in North Carolina if we could stay in one of her dozen rental properties, because she had 5 available. And she actually charged us more than the cost of the usual rent to stay there despite what we had just gone through and my dad trying to find a job.
Well cut to 2011, my dad finally had a good paying job and was doing great. Well there was a tornado that hit our town in 2011 and ripped the roof off my aunt's house and essentially destroyed it. Well my dad happened to have 2 rental properties and charged her about 3 times the amount of the rent that he'd usually charge just to stay in the house. So not me personally, but I got to see it first hand.
🤷♂️ no more that what you'd expect in return.. she was not forced to stay at that exact house either..
My family was very abusive when I was a kid and so was my church. It was unsafe to be home at one point so I called my aunt to (awkwardly) ask for help. She laughed at me and I ended up homeless, staying at a hostel and on the floors of people's dorm rooms (not randoms, friends of friends to be clear). After a couple weeks, a friend's mom offered to let me stay in her basement if I promised to get a job. So I did. I got a job the first morning I was there, I walked into town and got hired as a cashier. My aunt & other family members acted scandalized because my friend's mom was divorced and the idea of working in retail is shameful to them. Retail is uncouth or something I guess.
My aunt is a super-Catholic, doesn't work, and has a lot of kids, she used to write a 3-page letter about their 'accomplishments' every Xmas and mail it to everyone. I was really, really mad at them. These are people who soaked up free childcare and eldercare from me for years, they would not help me at all. Not a suggestion for a job, not a couch to sleep on, no advice, wouldn't meet me for coffee in a public place to talk for 15 minutes. They *laughed* at me and I was young and very vulnerable.
So the retail job I found was at Staples. I wrote a 3-page letter about their defects and 'thanked' them for not helping, printed it using my discount, then mailed that to everyone I could think of who knew them. Including, like, their random neighbors. Their house # was 50, so I sent it to like #46, #52, whatever on their same street or next street over. Just to be an a*****e.
They don't talk to me anymore. I hope they don't mail that awful f*****g braggy newsletter out anymore, either. No one cares about your kids except you, people. Especially if you're a family of insufferable snots.
One of my friends from elementary school, he's the typical middle child, his brother is 11 years older and his sister is 5 years younger. So of course he faces all the actual consequences for his other siblings actions. Rules he didn't like were because of stuff his brother did when his brother was a kid; if his sister did something stupid, it was his fault because he should've stopped her.
His wants and needs were never the priority. If he wanted money, no because it went to his brother in college; if he wanted friends to come over, no because sister already had people coming over. He had to wear his brothers old clothes, but of course his sister got new clothes. Yadda yadda you get the picture.
When he was 16 he went out on a late night food run, and while waiting in the drive thru someone rear ends him pretty hard. Does a not insignificant amount of damage to his parents car. The other driver takes full responsibility, offers to pay for the repairs. Just an unfortunate accident.
Well his parents revoke his car privileges. Because he got in an accident, and they had a no accidents policy - didn't matter than it wasn't his fault.
So he told them that if they took away his car privileges he will never lend them anything for the rest of his life. They grounded him for saying that.
That was about a decade ago, and he has never once given them anything. No money, no car, not even housing - he literally made his parents get a hotel once.
He said he would forgive them if they apologized. To my knowledge they have not apologized.
By the way his sister was involved in an accident a few years back where she *was* at fault. And her parents not only paid for the repairs to her car, but also are helping her pay for her car insurance now.
This girl was bullied fiercely and wasn't allowed to bring a backpack to school (having swung hers to fight off her bullies). So she had to carry a canvas shopping bag with her books, which hypocritically allowed her to swing her heavy books easier.
She used that book bag like a morning star to attack her bullies during middle school, breaking one boy's arm. She didn't even get a detention because she had been the target of so much harassment.
She was suspected of attacking another bully after graduation. His attacker had used a tube sock with a rock in it, swinging it like a morning star, but there was insufficient evidence to even go forward with an arrest.
For 53 years, my father gas lit me and always made me feel like one day he would be a real father.
Well, he's in his 80s and has Parkinson's and is married to a terrible woman and I no longer help him or my stepmother in their old age because they are such terrible people.
Now, they have to find other people to give them rides, to lift things, to listen to doctors, etc.
Oh, I also informed my stepmother that the day my father dies and while she is picking out a casket, I will march into the IRS to report her for committing tax fraud with my father. There is no statute of limitations and I want her to sweat every time she hears him cough, sneeze, or moan.
F*** them.
Long story made very short: S****y, awful professors who spent more time bullying and humiliating their students than they spent actually teaching. Mocking and belittling were the classroom norm, and many students (myself included) suffered psychologically from it.
I got a job at the university's HR department where I did a ton of research that completely f****d them all over when it came time to renegotiate their union contract. Their pay and benefits were horrendously slashed, and they knew exactly who was responsible for it.
Marvin Heemeyer: He moved to a rural village with like 500 residents. The municipal council proceeded to bully him because one of its members was also preying on the property Heemeyer had acquired. They sued and bullied him for years. In the end, he, a welder, built a custom bulldozer/TANK and literally went to town with it. Destroying the houses of his bullies. The nearest army station was 6 hours away.
SPOILER: >!all of the bullies declare that they are innocent, but the second Heemeyer gets in the bulldozer, they call each other and know exactly what houses he's going to be targetting...!<.
I remember this story. He's not some folk hero, he's a nutter butter. Whilst building his home, he broke code several times installing his septic system. He then would empty his septic system into the local water supply. When the city council came after him for the damages, he cried harassment, and built his bull dozer tank. There are more details, but the guy was a piece of work.
My turn. I’m the only guy in my immediate and extended family(outside of the dads who weren’t around). Literally every “male” task was thrown at me at a young age. Take out the trash. Watch the kids. Fix the lawnmower. I kid you not. This was all before I hit puberty. And whenever I reached a stressful time it was always “man up” followed by a s****y chuckle.
By the time I made it to middle school and started to force my independence from my family I was labeled ungrateful, selfish, an AH. You name it. And I swore the moment I could leave I would. And never look back. One day I get in to it with my mom and she puts me out. At 15. I had to figure out how to get to school and provide for myself all while not giving up and going back. Within 5 years my family deteriorated to just people who share DNA.
I’m 31 now and I’m no contact with most of my family (excluding my sister she always understood how I felt). And tbh it feels good knowing that it fell apart without me because being a “man” to my family is being an absorber of everyone’s problems.
My bio parents lost custody of me due to addictions and neglect. I was adopted as a teenager by a woman who ended up being emotionally abusive (and I was supposed to be thankful because she pulled me out of the gutter and gave me opportunities in her mind). She's an extravagant spender and has blown through TWO large inheritances and a divorce settlement, years of alimony, and refused to get a job, even though she holds multiple master's degrees in a desirable field (used the school loans to continue funding her lifestyle instead of working). She never saved for retirement despite having the means and opportunity to do so.
Growing up, she told me I would grow up to be a d**g addicted drop out. I suspect that her bio children were her retirement plan because she told them to marry rich and pushed them into what she thought would be lucrative degrees. It was a classic scape goat/golden children scenario. She never fathomed that of all her kids, it would be me that broke 6 figures having landed a great career. Too bad for her that I cut her off 7 years ago and never looked back. She's now in her 60s having to start over financially. Her children don't make enough to support her and I won't contribute.
This kid I went to elementary school was a Foster Youth. He was extremely kind to everyone, despite the fact that his life was unbelievably hard. People delude themselves about the system and think it’s just a system that fixes kids’ lives. Talk to former foster youth and you will find that it’s almost never a good thing in a kid’s life. Anyway. The teachers at my WASPy as school genuinely bullied this kid. Like, they treated him completely unfairly. And it was fully classism - for reference, we both had “behaviour issues” and while the way I was treated was not okay at all, I was not *demonized* the way this kid was. I’d hit someone, I would get in no trouble. He would speak “out of turn” and get suspended for 2-3 weeks. It was RANCID how they treated this boy who was just there to learn.
Anyway, his teacher suddenly went on leave. She was approved to be a foster mom, and she got chosen to foster a baby. She was over the moon because she couldn’t make a baby on her own, and she figured she’d just adopt the baby through foster care. If anyone is unaware of this, this is something that unethical foster parents frequently do - they foster with the hopes of reunification never being able to happen, so they can adopt for free and without a waitlist. It’s gross. If you look at the stats, reunification comes out on top for best outcome for the whole family - praying for a family to break up so you can start one is disgusting. Long story short, her plan was to adopt the baby, but the baby’s ACTUAL mother was able to get her kid back, thankfully. The teacher was devastated and took a few months off. One of the teachers of our grade talked to us all and explained that she didn’t get to keep the kid, so she was very upset, and so we shouldn’t bring it up when she comes back.
My friend was happy she was gone, because she was his biggest bully. (This fact makes me irate because don’t be a f*****g foster parent if you’re not trauma informed enough to not bully a foster kid for showing normal signs of trauma…) unfortunately though, she did come back right before we graduated, so the first thing he said to her was “hey teacher! How’s the kids?”
And I’ve always respected him for it. He deserved the opportunity to throw her exploitation of a system that he never should have had to be subjected to in her face. Infertility does not give you a free license to pray on the downfall of a family.
When you look into the past of Aileen Wuornos, you understand why she became the first known woman serial killer to many. It definitely makes you consider the nurture part over nature in her case.
My friend at work had a rough childhood. Nevertheless he was always cool to me. He’d cover my shifts and sit with me at dinner break. Anyway, he stabbed his grandpa to death and burned down his house. It was so sudden.
I joined a sorority in college. It was super toxic. Everyone was mean to me. Fake friends. Yada yada. When I was in my second year being in the sorority, the class above me decided to fake a school shooting during an event. They all laughed it off as a big joke and I was the only one who was not cool with what had happened. Insert gaslighting and bullying here for me being very vocal about not being ok with what had happened. I decided at this point to transfer to a different university due to the bullying
I decided to call the sorority headquarters and report what had happened. The sorority got five year’s suspension from the university. It was at the end of the school year so I peaced out before the decision was made by the headquarters.
Lots and lots and lots of angry texts and messages from everyone in the sorority. I laughed all the way to my new school where people didn’t f*****g suck.
I actually got kicked out of my sorority at the end of my Junior year. I missed too many meetings and when questioned told them it was a family matter and none of their business. Some of my "sisters" had it out for me and made sure I was kicked out. Yes, I was an angry kid, but I certainly didn't deserve their bullying and BS. Good riddance.
I'm the youngest child out of three. I have two older brothers. Oldest is the token 'golden child' who was a football quarterback in high school, got with his high school sweetheart, served in the U.S. Army, and then the National Guard, before finally joining the police. Two little girls from him and his wife. Oh, my parents love their granddaughters..
Middle brother was a troublemaker when he was young, but turned out alright, with a damn good work ethic, and a love of many of the same things my father loves. The two often spend a lot of time together to this day. He gets married. He and his wife have had a child recently. Little baby boy.
Then, there's me. I was the one often left alone. I was in the middle of my parents' rocky divorce. I grew up with a mental disorder that nobody understood, and nobody cared. I was expected to be "normal". I was expected to do good in school with no help. I was expected to be a "normal" child. If I cried, I was yelled at. If I did poorly in school, I was in trouble and had my television privilege taken away for a week, or more.
My parents treated me horribly. My father forced me away. My mother never cared. She cared more about what other people would think of her than what I needed as an autistic child. Every time I had trouble with something, it was always my fault, and I was punished. No matter what it was. Even if I just wanted help with homework, it was treated like I was asking for something unreasonable.
When I was abused by multiple girlfriends, it was my fault for not being a man. When I thought of self-termination, I was laughed at, up until I genuinely tried. Then, my mother tried to have me locked up in a mental asylum.
I wasn't allowed to have a childhood. I wasn't allowed to be myself. Then, when I moved out, I cut my parents out of my life. My mother had forced me to pay rent for her and my stepfather until then, so when I moved out, she was forced to get her act together. She left multiple threatening voicemails from multiple phones, and I blocked every number..
My father did eventually come around and apologized, and we've rekindled some sort of relationship, but I've cut my mother out. Lo-and-behold, my mother ends up kicked out by her partner for sleeping with another guy, and ends up in a homeless shelter. She calls me, begging me to help her.
I told her to pay the rent. I hung up. She's never called back. I avoid her at every family event. I've made it obvious to other family members. She's been cut off by many other people, all because she was a horrible c**t to her autistic child, until they finally had enough. She keeps trying to contact me through my father, but those have gotten less and less frequent.
I'll let her in when she acts like a goddamn adult and apologizes to me for the years of torture she put me through..
As far as I'm concerned, apologies are worthless in this case. Apologising because you want something in return(be it 'forgiveness' or money or whatever, it's not an apology. It's a transaction. If they cared about their actions they would not have done them. People don'y change their personalities just like that.
A kid I went to high school with pled guilty to attempted arson of his foster parents home in a desperate attempt to escape the household. I knew his brother well, he was the drummer in the band I was in and we always practiced at his house, and it always worried me that they had way too many foster kids, almost like a potentially malicious intent was there. Nothing followed after he got out of Juvie, he’s married now and works really hard but is having a much better time of life.
My mother was abusive to my sister and I growing up. Sis ended up anorexic, has been in therapy her whole life, took years and years to fix herself and still isn't there. I ended up with bad generalized anxiety, social anxiety, bipolar, depression and self loathing, and was emotionally and verbally abusive in past relationships.
My mom used to make us promise we'd never put her in a home when she got old.
Last year my mental problems came to a head (ha) and I started therapy, medication, and being honest with my parents about my mom's abuse. I gave them an ultimatum of either acknowledging the damage and taking responsibility by apologizing for it so we could move forward, or I'd never speak with them again. My dad apologized immediately - he was less abusive than she was, and held more guilt than she ever did. We're on good terms now. My mother denies everything and has been totally cut off by my sister and I. She will end up in an old folks home after all. She has no children left. Consequences of her own actions.
So idk I didn't burn down a village but I did burn down that relationship. The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.
Became deaf when I was a child, learned sign language but family was adamant not to learn, they said its my problem not theirs so I have to be the one to learn how to communicate. Learned as an adult that I was a native american and mothers white LDS family decided never to tell me. Met my father on Facebook about 10 years ago, that family is the opposite on every point. Yeah, villages can be good when the people in them reciprocate, are honest, and not afraid of learning. That kind of village is the one you want to join.
I've learned that generational ideals and biases should not be taught, they need to be recognized and owned as a part of who you are. I wanted a big family when I was a kid but as an adult with 2 kids, I love them but absolutely no more damage. No more kids, and my current ones have full disclosure and decision-making in this house.
My father is a narcissist with schizoaffective disorder. He abused me until I was 22 and cut contact. I'm 31 now. My Grandmother (his mother) tried to guilt me the other day into speaking to him because he got worms (I doubt this is real, he has paranoid delusions) and was oh so sick.
If the worms are real, I'm rooting for the worms. F**k him.
Knew a kid in highschool who was bisexual; his mother was a super-fundie assume who made his life hell. He tried to kill himself by lighting his room on fire, but apparently didn't know other people were in the house. Ended up getting arrested, tried as an adult, and convicted for arson and attempted murder. Killed himself in prison a few years later.
My family. My mom was neglectful because she was a single parent who had to work. And my brother was a monster, and he got away with torturing me for the first 15 years of my life because of the neglect. I really really looked up to both of them for most of my life, not because they deserved it, but I had a kind of Stockholm syndrome thing going. Now I have a hard time imagining a bigger piece of s**t than my brother, and I have to hold back tears anytime I see a parent giving their child some attention, because the childhood neglect f****d me up real good. I can’t be in the same room with those a**hats anymore. So I have figuratively burned down my family. And the sad thing is, I know it hurts them to have lost me, because I have always been so attentive, positive and supportive to them for most of my life, and imagining them to be in pain over it makes me happy because of all of the pain they caused me. So that is me warming myself by the fire. I am not happy that their pain brings me pleasure. It does bring me a sick, twisted pleasure, but I refuse to indulge in it, or wallow in it. I still intend to be a good person in spite of my family.
30 years of emotional and physical abuse from my mother and I finally went no contact *shocked pikachu face*.
Did that with my biological father at 22. Had a bat in my hand considering on whether to beat him to death or not. Chose not. NC. He died alone at 52 with no one around. I was told he had 6 people at his funeral. Zero of his two sons showed up.
My family treated me and my mom like s**t. Let my mom die of liver cirrhosis and then tried to steal her house that was going to go to me during probate by making a bunch of bs claims. Anyways I paid the money and eventually sold the house for double what I paid for it (I didn’t get that much it was in s**t condition) I know for a fact several members of that family wanted that house as it belonged to my Nana (grandma on my moms side) so I am glad to have made some money off of depriving those sh**holes some sentimental value as they robbed my mom of ever seeing me graduate highschool or seeing any future kids I might have.
I met this kid while in Jr. High. Knew him his first year in high school. Back in 78/79.
Remember the movie "Carrie?" He had that for a mother. He was super religious and had to pray multiple times a day. Carried a large Bible with his school books. Wore old-fashioned formal clothes, 1950s style haircut, and horned rim glasses.
His mother punished him because she saw us talking when he got off the school bus. I guess I didn't pass the "friend standard."
He was so unsocialized and awkward. He was grateful to speak with anyone. And I didn't make fun of him.
I guess it got to be too much. He didn't come back to school for the Sophomore year. I later learned that while his mother was sleeping, he doused her with gasoline and set her and the bed on fire.
She lived. And they just disappeared. I never heard of him again.
I have a pretty jerky set of parents and a jerk brother. Still, well over 40, he still makes fun of me like we are in grade school and when I tell him that it isn’t funny, he calls me a “f*****g f$’” and a “woman”. Needless to say, I don’t really like him that much. He is just a real jerk. He’s first born and my parents have always always always favored him. Hell, my dad doesn’t even know my birthday. Anyways, they live across the country. The “family” has a summer home, but I haven’t used it in more than 25 years- however it was my grandfathers and it allowed me and my family to buy our first house without having to buy** mortgage insurance bc of the equity. I have (well, had) a third of the house and this year was the last straw. My snake of a brother convinced my parents to just give him their shares of the house and then they cut me out. Now I’m going to sue and force a public auction bc he forged my signature. D**kheads..
My best friend as a kid came from a broken home. Dad was abusive and got sent to prison for assault. Mom was super overbearing and took things way too far when it came to punishment. We’re talking grounding for a month for the most mild of slip ups.
As we got older we went separate ways. Didn’t love as close to each other, different schools, etc.
He fell in with a rough crowd, got peer pressured into trespassing on school property after hours. Cops were called, charges pressed, but luckily my dad—a social worker for juvenile delinquents—heard about it and got involved. He got my old bestie into a good community service program and some therapy to help him deal with his home life.
Soon as he turned 18? Gone.
I’m talking *day of.* He dropped me a line to say good bye, asked me to thank my dad, and that glorious son of a b***h moved *to Hawaii*!
Moved in with a friend he’d met ages back who lived there now and offered him a place to stay. He got a job, then got a liquor license, worked as a bartender, saved up, and finally opened his own beachside bar.
Dude is living his best life, meanwhile his younger brother went to jail for grand theft and his younger sister got knocked up by boyfriends twice before she was 18.
When I learned that I finally realized he wasn’t just being a normal hyperbolic teenager when he said he had to do everything to keep the family functional. Without him to run interference between overbearing mom and younger siblings family dysfunction just tore them all apart.
It’s a shame what happened to them, but I don’t blame him for leaving at all. He saw his one chance to save himself from a miserable home life and took it.
Quite a literal version.
Had a kid come to my 9th grade classroom with 4 felony arson counts.
We knew before he got there that he had four felonies just not in what and his other three teachers and the principal called an emergency meeting where they didn’t want him in their rooms at all. Principal wanted us to either give up our planning or teach him after regular hours.
I Adamantly told them to get f****d that I wouldn’t give my planning up for God himself and least restrictive environment said he was in the classroom. Tbf, I already had a room full of gang members so what was another kid with felonies?
Turns out this kid has never met his dad and his mom worked 3-4 jobs. Only got to see her like maaaaybe once a week. He was breaking into homes for food and then burning them down for attention. It was really just a cry for help.
I liked the kid and he had me first period. Would come in high as a f*****g kite and is give him cherry coke and bagels to eat. Never skipped my class. Never misbehaved after the first week with me.
Everyone hated on him and he lashed out accordingly. Started reading a porn mag and drinking a fifth of vodka in math class, etc.
Ended up getting expelled despite my intervention.
Few months later he was arrested and charged as an adult after a string of breaking and entering with arson and robbery.
He got some girlfriend who convinced him to rob places to steal her s**t which ofc he did bc no one else was acting like they loved him and ofc he went back to setting fires. Torched at least half a dozen homes.
just here so others can ignore the absolute disgrace the other comment is.
In the Bay Area there's tons of homeless people here. Nobody looks after them and the people who can make a difference neglect them.
There was a homeless guy who use to sleep in front of the pharmacy I worked in and he would always get assaulted by the high school kids, higher income people, and other staff members that worked here. He looked to be around in his 50s.
As far as I can recall in the 2 years I was there he only ever asked for water but allegedly he stole snacks from time to time.
One day he has a mental breakdown. I think some kids pissed on him while he slept. He stabbed three of them before attacking a pregnant woman in the coffee shop next to our pharmacy. Cops came and arrested him. Never saw that guy again.
Nobody wanted to deal with him but nobody wanted to help him either.
I don't view it as karma. I just see it as sad.
When working at a daycare, I had a pair of boys in my class, Matt and John(fake names, of course). Full offense, John was trash. He was violent, s****y, foul-mouthed, uncooperative, and frankly, just not cut out for daycare. Kid was a budding psychopath. He never acted like this around anyone but me. He was a huge favorite among the staff that didn't work with him so much so that they thought I lied about or exaggerated his behavior until the day he stabbed me.
Now the other one. My burn the village boy. God... he was the one everyone said was misbehaved, but like John, his behavior with me was completely different. I treated Matt the way I treated all my kids. I found him to be cheerful, helpful with younger kids, bright and eager to learn new things. I considered the fact that I was the first teacher to engage with Matt in a positive way and also the first to ever tell John "no" and enforce rules with him.
Shortly after I stopped working there, I heard from a former coworker that there had been an incident. Apparently, everything went back to the status quo where everyone spoils John and acts like he's perfect while treating Matt like he had already done something. There was a massive blowup between him and John in particular, and from I heard, Matt basically hulked out and trashed the place.
My heart broke for him. He just wanted attention and structure and absolutely thrived with it. John needed discipline and structure of a different kind but instead was coddled and enabled. The results were inevitable. I'm just sad it resulted in Matt getting kicked out. I hope he landed at a new school with teachers who actually cared about him. That entire center was a mess of b******t like that. (Favoritism, abuse, s****y staff behavior/attitudes, etc).
I had a classmate, 2nd grade only, who was forcefully transferred to special ed then. Because he was "violent". Thing is, he defended those who were picked upon unprovoked. He NEVER started a fight, but once you got him to, oh boy, I'm really not regretting to never have fought against him. In 2nd grade I didn't really understand much of it all, but it had to do with their family being pretty severe alcohoicians, never coming to any school meetings or so, and generally, him being a scapegoat, once he had that reputation, that every piece of guilt was piled upon if he did as much as stand by during a fight between other kids. Had I gotten what they done to him, ... could I have done any, at all?
My relationship with my parents is at the best, strained. I’m the oldest child of divorced parents and my dad at some point around 9 years old stopped spending time with me. He ended up having two more kids for a different woman, both boys and focused all his time on them and only paid for my schooling.
Funnily enough at this same age I was starting to get sexually abused by my moms abuser, her uncle. She knowingly left me alone with her abuser on multiple occasions even over weekends. She also ended up having two other kids and I kept them from being abused by allowing him to assault me so he wouldn’t see them.
I was thankfully raised for the rest of my childhood and even adulthood now by my grandparents who are literal angels. I have told both of my parents that I won’t be taking care of them as they get up in age and I won’t be helping raise their kids.
The only comfort is that although I burnt down the village, I’m now warm.
My sister is the golden child whilst I was the scapegoat.
Long story short - I got the emotional and physical abuse whilst my sister could get away with blue murder.
Now I've cut my narcmum off permanently.
My godparents had trouble having children on their own, so they adopted. During his early teen years, godparents got pregnant naturally. Mom thought the kid was a miracle, dad thought the kid wasn’t his (it was). The fighting led to cheating, the cheating led to a divorce, all the while, teen adopted kid struggles with getting any attention positive or negative.
He starts stealing. Then he starts fires. Last I heard he was in prison. Mom was too busy raising the natural born son who had mental issues as she was well over 40 when she gave birth, and dad chose a 20-something over his family and completely bailed on all of them. No wonder he turned out the way he did.
I didn't burn the village. I just stopped trying to put out the fires they kept starting. The village will burn. It will be all their fault and they will still blame me for it all. Sadly, some people won't change. I have learned things don't get better until you fight to make it better. Leaving and living a good life is the best revenge. You can't make other people figure their s**t out. You can't make them care or change. You can only change yourself and choose to not surround yourself with people who are bad for your soul.
When you aren't embraced by the village, leave and make your own village. Don't waste your time burning something that's already on fire without your help.
I'm from a small, rich, farming town and I was on the poor side with no reputable name. I was one of the best basketball players to come out of that town. I was not treated fairly or well in the school and I eventually acted up to the point where they wouldn't allow me to play on the school team. Rather than a coach recognizing skill and helping mold it like a Disney movie, I was black listed. I spent the rest of my 15 years in that town destroying everybody that tried to take claim as 'good' in basketball. It got back to the coach and he eventually banned his players from playing me in the park. He also avoided any and all challenges I threw at him in regards to playing me.
Bullying must never be tolerated, not between people, not between managers and subordinates, and not between countries. Abuse of power is unforgivable.
These stories are so sad. I stopped reading. The things people do to others make my blood boil.
I agree. I had to stop reading. Think I'll go outside for awhile and try to cheer up.
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More karmic than revenge: At my college, a scumbag "instructor" constantly used overtly sexual language around women students, especially the more conventionally attractive women. There was likely more than that because women students who complained got lower grades or dropped out. Another "instructor" was overtly racist towards First Nations people, and the "old boys' network" of white males in charge let it go on. I don't know if anything ever happened to the racist or the "dean" and other scum, but the sexual harasser ended up with a degenerating knee. A lifetime of constant pain to this day, nearly thirty years after the fact. Kane, you damn well deserved it.
Bullying must never be tolerated, not between people, not between managers and subordinates, and not between countries. Abuse of power is unforgivable.
These stories are so sad. I stopped reading. The things people do to others make my blood boil.
I agree. I had to stop reading. Think I'll go outside for awhile and try to cheer up.
Load More Replies... More karmic than revenge: At my college, a scumbag "instructor" constantly used overtly sexual language around women students, especially the more conventionally attractive women. There was likely more than that because women students who complained got lower grades or dropped out. Another "instructor" was overtly racist towards First Nations people, and the "old boys' network" of white males in charge let it go on. I don't know if anything ever happened to the racist or the "dean" and other scum, but the sexual harasser ended up with a degenerating knee. A lifetime of constant pain to this day, nearly thirty years after the fact. Kane, you damn well deserved it.
