Hey Pandas, When Did You Finally Snap Back At Your Bully? (Closed)

I wouldn't really call this snapping, but this one kid in preschool loved beating me up for some reason. To punching, kicking, and sometimes even biting me this was probably the only time I fought back. At this school when ever we got the toy first we got to decide who could play with it and I got the work first then the mean person came up and so did another boy asking to play with me. This toy could only be played by two people so I did eenie meenie miney mo to see who would play with me. Of course it landed on the other boy and the mean person was so angry he tackled me to the ground. He started to throw punches and in my brain it said "Hey fight back!" so I did. I was on the ground trying to get this monster off me when he bit my forehead. Finally the teacher pulled him off and I ended up with a black eye and hurting forehead. Then the kid got expelled from that school. Ha

By filing an official complaint at work, which was upheld. The person was/is the biggest C word I've ever had the misfortune to work with. It was my managers manager who agreed with me, he wanted to throw him off a mezzanine for the way he spoke to a visitor at my business.

when they deiced to make little actions and stuff basically about how they were going to steal my gf's v card.... the bully was a male (who loved calling me the f slur because i was bi and dating a girl).... and that day he went to the hospital why? because his jaw and his arm were broke......

This guy let’s call him brad was literally putting his hands on me pushing me , calling me horrible names, I’m short okay so I don’t look that scary and he is huge, like big a** mf , anyways I held my ground , squared up and said ‘touch me again and I will make you regret your birth.’ He laughed at me! I got real close to him and whispered don’t push it.’ He laughed and pushed me again. I tripped him and let his fat a** fall down the stairs, he had no proof it was me so I didn’t get in trouble but he hasn’t done sh*t to me since

From The sixth to the eighth grade, I had a girl bully me every day. She would walk up behind me in class and slam her desk into the back of one pitching me forward into the desk I was at. She called me names and constantly teased me because I was small and I have ADHD so I don't act like others. I eventually ended up telling the principal but the asshole didn't do anything about it. Eventually a few days before the last day of eighth grade I finally snapped. I told her in front of everyone that she was a self-entitled brat who deserved to go to hell. I told her that the only reason she acted the way she did was because she literally had no friends and was a spoiled brat who hurt everyone she was around. Yes, I said all of this with the teacher in the class and didn't get In trouble. I was congratulated the next day for standing up to her and to this day, I am in the 10th grade now she has not bothered me.

So in my old school there was this girl called Sophie. She was the principal's kid, so obviously she had to be spoiled.She was actually my best friend in kindergarden. So she's sitting there, with three boys and here bf. Suddenly, I just snap at her. I tell her she's a spoiled brat who doesn't deserve
to be here. She had been meen to me the whole 4 years I had been at that school. She always gave people candy because she wanted to make friends, because she couldn't make them herself! I told her that she was so mean and horrible to people, nobody wanted to be around her. Now I'm in a different school, and last year she sent me a friends request on tiktok. I declined her so many times, and I never regret what I did. She never talked to me again.( Sorry this is kinda long)

I moved into a reasonably priced neighborhood in an expensive development, from one of the best addresses in Boston. The neighbors in Boston considered themselves better than me. I am comfortable with who I am and where I lived. I don't need to show off or prove anything. I did not expect the same here; it is worse. Again, I see myself as an eqaul to everyone, the homeless to the famous. I was insulted and the subject of gossip immediately, before anyone bothered to get to know me. I emailed the "leader" and apologized. I should have realized she is the better person and far superior to me, more quickly. Attempts to snub me or hold their noses high, failed. It is difficult to be rude to someone who doesn't acknowledge you exist. Then I found organizations in other areas that welcomed me, as always there are many. In Boston, some exclusive social clubs expressed interest. I never said a word or bragged. Do I need to prove myself? To anyone? Never. Is it easy? No. Have the attempts to be rude or the gossip stopped? It won't. Apparently the gossip about me is juicy. Probably because it isn't true, none of them know me, it can't be true.

Hope it's not too late to hop in here!

I was bullied all through my school years and since I was usually brushed aside by authorities, I stopped seeking help. What was the point? Between school bullies and abuse at home I quickly learned to keep my head down. Unfortunately to some people that's a giant red flag. Take for instance this kid we will call The Menace. Suits his real name perfectly.

We're in middle school toward the end of sixth grade. He's been an absolute terror to every girl in class. The Menace took sexual harassment to all new levels. In hindsight that says a lot about what he probably had going on himself. At the time, however, I hated him. He grabbed any bit of you he could, he'd pin you just to rub on you or lick you, frequently he made obscene suggestions, and more I'm not willing to write. I was stuck sitting next to him in two classes all year and he seemed to lock on to me as a target. Submissive and shy were just an invitation but I was afraid of what would happen if I retaliated.

That was until a few months before summer break. My mom's new boyfriend was a grown Menace and had been abusing me at home. This particular day I was so angry and so terrified already that I finally reacted. The Menace asked me why I wouldn't "just give it to him" while grabbing my butt. So I did. With my textbook to his face. It made a rather pleasing sound. Though to this day I'm disappointed that I only bloodied his nose and didn't break it. He then proceeded to beat me senseless with a chair before security showed up. As you can imagine, we were hauled to the office and disciplined. Suspensions and detentions all around. Our final sentence was to have tandem sessions with the school counselor to "work out our differences". The Menace never spoke to me after that and as a bonus, no one else seemed interested in picking on me.

Honestly? It wasn't the best way to react but it sure felt great!

After the first few days of school, a bunch of kindergarteners approached me. They asked me to beat up the third grade bully on the bus. I explained why hurting people is never the answer, but assured them I would take care of it. The next day, I followed the last child onto the bus, then explained the situation to the bus driver. With a smile she agreed to fix the problem. The kindergarteners were happy. The other mothers were furious. Nobody spoke to me when I got off the bus. Those children trusted me with their problem, a privilege I wasn't going throw away. Hopefully they saw there are better ways to solve a problem then hurting people.. Eventually the mothers told me none of the children would respect me again. Fine. I made cookies and offered the children warm cookies as they got off the bus. I remained unpopular amoung the adults. But the kids knew who to trust with their problems --- something far more important to me. Sadly the other parents could not have done the same, because the children never told them. They came and talked to me. Their trust was priceless.

So When I was in 2nd to 3rd grade, i was bullied by a girl, who happened to be my best friend. She, (lets call her karen, because she kinda was one.) one day in second grade i was sitting at the lunch table. I had recently moved to that neighborhood, and I became friends with her. karen was an amazing friend who helped me improve myself, and help me stand up for myself (I was kind of a pushover back then). But in 3rd grade karen became toxic. She became sexually abusive. She told me that I would never have other friends, was mean to my other friends, only let me hang out with her, and being a jerk. idk why she changed. I was scared to go to school. I even attemped sucide (thankfully unsucsessful). Finally I snapped back by gathering a group of my other friends. to have a talk with her. We agreed to go to the counserors office to work it out. I realized she changed because her parents were treating her in a way i cant write here. Next year, we made up and we are still friends to this day

My ex boss.
He was one of those that looked down at his nose at everyone. A work colleague was advertising job vacancies at another company and rumor got around that it was me doing it. I was called into the office about it and straight away the boss started giving it to me. Well I had to put him straight. "OI! Don't you EVER look down your nose at me. At the end of the day it is us workers that keeps you in your job! If we were on the street you will be just like any other person and I will smack that nose of your face!" I got a disciplinary after that but he didn't look down at me again after that! On my record for 6 Months but worth it. : )

well there was this rude new kid and he was sexist and the guy that only boys think is funny also he would carve "big D" into desks and chairs as it was the first letter of his name and for the other obvious reason we were doing a secret Santa and it had questions like: what is your favorite activity, what is your favorite animal, and what is your favorite toy, things like that. he put GIRLS ARE MY TOY in sloppy letters on the toy one and I was so infuriated I yelled "NOBODY LIKES YOU DILLON" and he looked offended so h replied "my mom says she likes me" and this was my perfect chance to say "she says that" and the whole class (including the teacher) said "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH YOU GOT BURNED BAD MAN" and on of his friends started maniacally laughing and pointing so ya

When I was in fifth grade I would often walk around the school playground in endless circles with my friend talking during recess. This along with the fact that it was considered to be "cool" to be a homophobe, prompted a fair bit of bullying/ "joking" about us being gay (at the time I had no clue weather I was or not). So when a group of "cool kids" walked up to us and asked "Are you gay?" in an obnoxious voice that made it clear that this was not because there was a pride parade next Monday I nudged him(my friend) and, by unspoken agreement, just stared at them like disapproving cats for a while until they went away. Later though, at lunch I had to walk past the table that they were siting at to get my lunch. As I expected, as soon as they saw me they started giggling, then the one that had come over to us earlier said "This ones gay!" I responded in the same voice with "This ones a homophobe!" And walked away.

not me but my dad. once in high school my dad was playing football and was lined up next to the kid who had bullied him throghout elementry school so when the hike came he drove him into the ground and made him cry like a baby!

This was in 2and grade... and I guess the kid was not really a bully but here is my story. This kid, let's call him L. L was very touchy and hands on. I sat next to him. He would hug on my, hang on me and just be all over my. He even would try and put his hands up my shirt and stuff. When I told him NO or STOP he would do nothing. So one day when he would not stop I punched him. He told the teacher and I got I trouble but in the long run my parents stood up for me and I was no longer in the wrong. I guess that is the first time I really stood up for myself and showed that No ment No

One time on vacation, My parents made me eat soup and they didn't allow me to leave until I ate the soup. it was the worst! My parents force me to do EVERYTHING! also, my stepdad says "good" every time I get hurt. do my parents hate me?

I never got the chance to snap back at my bully :(