It took a while at the begining of my school acreer before the bullying of myself started and then grew incessant.

I then went to the teachers to ask for help. That as around the time when the term bullying wasn't even invented. All i got from the teachers was if i couldn't get out of their way as if i had choosen to be bullied by the asshats.

This went on for a few years, when i then grew rather strong trough the wonders of puberty. One daywhen the bullys even went after me to kick and beat me and i realised the busdriver was patiently waiting till it was over i had enough.

I beat the shit out the guy that was "leading" the bullys till he was just falling out of the bus. I didn't even realize the scratches and blessures i taken away till i was home where i bawled my eyes out.

I just couldn't believe that people around me would act in this way not just the bullys but people like the teachers and ven worse the waiting of the busdriver till they were done.

After that i always had a line for myself until when i was going to do nothing. I didn't care for words, but if you were raising your hand against me you could get a answer you didn't like and i more then once simply lost it when people spat at me.

And everytime when a fight like this happened i still cried like hell when i was finally home.

To this day i have problems making contact with new people because of this in a day to day "open field". I don't have that problem at work or in certain surroundings where i klnow i am kinda safe like later classes i took as a grown up or a convention.

But i would argue that was when i lost my innocence, realizing that thgere are a lot of people that just won't help you.