Worst cases of bullying you have ever witnessed ?
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Then service manager and the guy who is our current service manager deliberately provoking another team member because then service manager didn't like him ( other guy didn't like service manager so it was mutual ) and had indoctrinated the the guy who is now our service manager into hating him too.
They claimed it was hazing but it was serious bullying and included physical bullying.
Yes i still work there and the guy who is now our service manager hasn't changed, the original service manager is like some sort of svengali to him.
They claimed it was hazing but it was serious bullying and included physical bullying.
Yes i still work there and the guy who is now our service manager hasn't changed, the original service manager is like some sort of svengali to him.
Previous place I worked, they wanted to ‘reduce numbers’
One chap, one of the nicest guys you could meet, had a breakdown after being set impossible targets.
One of the managers was seeing someone who might have reported to him, or maybe one level lower, can’t remember - either way they were both incredibly professional in that you’d never have known. They were forced out despite it not breaking any company rules, I believe they took the company to court both did very nicely out of it.
Other things went on which I suspect were illegal, which is mind blowing if you knew the company, and it’s a big household name.
None of this affected me, but was the reason I left. I also blew the whistle and told HR what was going on, by who, but as they never followed up with me I presume they didn’t care - quite unbelievable.
One chap, one of the nicest guys you could meet, had a breakdown after being set impossible targets.
One of the managers was seeing someone who might have reported to him, or maybe one level lower, can’t remember - either way they were both incredibly professional in that you’d never have known. They were forced out despite it not breaking any company rules, I believe they took the company to court both did very nicely out of it.
Other things went on which I suspect were illegal, which is mind blowing if you knew the company, and it’s a big household name.
None of this affected me, but was the reason I left. I also blew the whistle and told HR what was going on, by who, but as they never followed up with me I presume they didn’t care - quite unbelievable.
School - A mate of mine was strangled almost to the point of unconsciousness - 41 years later I still dread to think what could have happened if 4 of us hadn’t dragged the bully off my mate – mentioned in an earlier bullying thread.
Work – I saw John B - a work colleague - tell his senior (who's nickname was Devil Dog) in the DO that he wouldn’t change the design of something because of his superior knowledge of welding procedures. Instead of listening, Devil Dog just didn’t want to know about it. John knew he was right, so he pushed Devil Dog maybe a bit too far with defence of his knowledge. Nothing silly though.
Devil Dog exploded and went off on one of the viscous verbal tirades I’ve ever heard in my life, never mind at work. John walked into the car park and waited for him to calm down. The senior guy went to complain to a director (who was also a close friend of his- which John didn't know) and was backed to the hilt and poor John was paid up and marched out on the spot.
The half dozen or so of us that witnessed this were strongly advised by the director to keep our mouths well and truly shut if we wanted to keep working there. A lot of CVs were updated that night.
Not mine but an ex-work colleague’s. He was a post doctorate research chap at a university. He’s genuinely clever and creative – 11 patents. An aerospace company got in touch as they had an aerodynamic instability on a critical part of the aircraft which they had spent ages not solving. He did some advanced sums and assessed what they had done wrong. Aerospace company was very impressed his efforts and said they wanted him to start research right away looking into this. Right up his street. £100K was found by the company and the MOD and handed over.
One of the professors came up to him early one evening working alone in the lab and said “if you don’t hand over that money to me for MY research , I will make sure this research project fails, your academic career fails and you won’t be doing any more research at this university”. Colleague thought “that’s me out of university life then – if I have to work with b
ds like this….”
Work – I saw John B - a work colleague - tell his senior (who's nickname was Devil Dog) in the DO that he wouldn’t change the design of something because of his superior knowledge of welding procedures. Instead of listening, Devil Dog just didn’t want to know about it. John knew he was right, so he pushed Devil Dog maybe a bit too far with defence of his knowledge. Nothing silly though.
Devil Dog exploded and went off on one of the viscous verbal tirades I’ve ever heard in my life, never mind at work. John walked into the car park and waited for him to calm down. The senior guy went to complain to a director (who was also a close friend of his- which John didn't know) and was backed to the hilt and poor John was paid up and marched out on the spot.
The half dozen or so of us that witnessed this were strongly advised by the director to keep our mouths well and truly shut if we wanted to keep working there. A lot of CVs were updated that night.
Not mine but an ex-work colleague’s. He was a post doctorate research chap at a university. He’s genuinely clever and creative – 11 patents. An aerospace company got in touch as they had an aerodynamic instability on a critical part of the aircraft which they had spent ages not solving. He did some advanced sums and assessed what they had done wrong. Aerospace company was very impressed his efforts and said they wanted him to start research right away looking into this. Right up his street. £100K was found by the company and the MOD and handed over.
One of the professors came up to him early one evening working alone in the lab and said “if you don’t hand over that money to me for MY research , I will make sure this research project fails, your academic career fails and you won’t be doing any more research at this university”. Colleague thought “that’s me out of university life then – if I have to work with b
ds like this….”Can I nominate myself?
It was 1992 and I had left school and joined my local Honda dealer, as an apprentice mechanic.
17yrs old, YTS scheme, £29.50 a week and all that, however unfortunately next door to the dealership was a body shop which appeared to have been staffed by apes with a need to inflict as much pain and misery on apprentices as they could muster.
The worst one for me was when I was placed into a bin (plastic type with handles, about 3ft tall), another bin was placed on top and the two handles were then cable tied together. The bin was placed onto a lift and then lifted off the floor, once I was in the air, someone came up with the wonderful idea of firing a gas fire extinguisher into the bin that I occupied. Now of course those fire extinguishers are designed to remove all the oxygen from a fire.... as well as removing all the oxygen from the bin that I was in. I woke up in the toilet of the workshop on the floor, I still don't know how I got there, but remember looking in the mirror and my lips were blue and I looked grey.
I also suffered from a broom handle being shoved through the arms of my overalls and then taped using masking tape to the large up and over workshop door. The apes pulled the up and over door open and I was raised off the floor a distance of at least 8 meters. It was a fair height as I knew that a HGV could be driven into the workshop, so you kinda get an idea as to the height off the ground I was. It was fine being lifted up most of the way as the body is designed to bend in the middle, however when it came to my knees, I had to try and bend them sideways to stop them from being snapped. Much hilarity ensured as I clung face down trying to keep hold of the metal framework of the door. The apes then got a hosepipe out and proceeded to soak me, causing the tape to stretch and I thought that I would fall to the floor, all the time whilst they pissed themselves laughing....
Of course being thrown in a large bin full of broken windscreens was par for the course...
However, I didn't suffer the worst, one of the other lads was taped head to toe in masking tape and then taped to an office chair from reception with wheels on it, all that was left of him that you could see was his nose. Everything else was taped up so he couldn't speak or see. A petrol can was produced and this was waved under his nose whilst water was poured over him, he thought he was having petrol poured over him. He was then wheeled out of the workshop and left on a traffic island for the rest of the lunch break, I think that broke him as I don't recall him working back there much after that.
We were 16/17yr olds who didn't know better and had to accept it, I remember one day that I couldn't put up with the bullying from the staff and in my mind I just wanted to go home to my mum and have a bloody good cry as I was so unhappy. I just didn't know what to do, so I pretended that I was ill and pretended to faint, laying on the floor. I was called out for it and made to look a bigger fool. Thankfully I came clean to my family and left there shortly after that moving to another main dealer in the town where I lived.
I'm now 46 and still remember the faces of those who did that to me. I heard one of them died from a heart attack a few years ago and I felt no sympathy at all, I hope it bloody hurt when he went. If I saw any of them now, I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire.
It was 1992 and I had left school and joined my local Honda dealer, as an apprentice mechanic.
17yrs old, YTS scheme, £29.50 a week and all that, however unfortunately next door to the dealership was a body shop which appeared to have been staffed by apes with a need to inflict as much pain and misery on apprentices as they could muster.
The worst one for me was when I was placed into a bin (plastic type with handles, about 3ft tall), another bin was placed on top and the two handles were then cable tied together. The bin was placed onto a lift and then lifted off the floor, once I was in the air, someone came up with the wonderful idea of firing a gas fire extinguisher into the bin that I occupied. Now of course those fire extinguishers are designed to remove all the oxygen from a fire.... as well as removing all the oxygen from the bin that I was in. I woke up in the toilet of the workshop on the floor, I still don't know how I got there, but remember looking in the mirror and my lips were blue and I looked grey.
I also suffered from a broom handle being shoved through the arms of my overalls and then taped using masking tape to the large up and over workshop door. The apes pulled the up and over door open and I was raised off the floor a distance of at least 8 meters. It was a fair height as I knew that a HGV could be driven into the workshop, so you kinda get an idea as to the height off the ground I was. It was fine being lifted up most of the way as the body is designed to bend in the middle, however when it came to my knees, I had to try and bend them sideways to stop them from being snapped. Much hilarity ensured as I clung face down trying to keep hold of the metal framework of the door. The apes then got a hosepipe out and proceeded to soak me, causing the tape to stretch and I thought that I would fall to the floor, all the time whilst they pissed themselves laughing....
Of course being thrown in a large bin full of broken windscreens was par for the course...
However, I didn't suffer the worst, one of the other lads was taped head to toe in masking tape and then taped to an office chair from reception with wheels on it, all that was left of him that you could see was his nose. Everything else was taped up so he couldn't speak or see. A petrol can was produced and this was waved under his nose whilst water was poured over him, he thought he was having petrol poured over him. He was then wheeled out of the workshop and left on a traffic island for the rest of the lunch break, I think that broke him as I don't recall him working back there much after that.
We were 16/17yr olds who didn't know better and had to accept it, I remember one day that I couldn't put up with the bullying from the staff and in my mind I just wanted to go home to my mum and have a bloody good cry as I was so unhappy. I just didn't know what to do, so I pretended that I was ill and pretended to faint, laying on the floor. I was called out for it and made to look a bigger fool. Thankfully I came clean to my family and left there shortly after that moving to another main dealer in the town where I lived.
I'm now 46 and still remember the faces of those who did that to me. I heard one of them died from a heart attack a few years ago and I felt no sympathy at all, I hope it bloody hurt when he went. If I saw any of them now, I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire.
School, I went to private school*ply mention as if you've been to one will understand mentality), and watched countless times kids being assaulted pretty badly whilst teachers laughed. I got beaten up once whilst asleep, the teachers didn't give a st about any of it, it was seen as a tradition, never any recourse.
t about any of it, it was seen as a tradition, never any recourse.Daggle74 said:
Can I nominate myself?
Oh my god that’s awful. My cousin had something very similar with the plastic bins, he was plonked on the floor, ankles and wrists taped and the bin placed over him, with a board and gearbox placed on top. He was left there for 4 hours. This must be 15 ish years ago as apprentice at a Ford main dealer. He went home in pieces, had endured lots of little stuff for days prior. He broke down to his parents and they resigned for him.
When the dealer principle found out, he booted the two main protagonists and asked my cousin to return, when he refused, the DP gave him the outstanding wages of the two lads that had been dumped without pay for gross misconduct.
He joined Sainsbury’s 3 weeks later as an apprentice, did all the various jobs, moving to store management and is now a senior manager at a students Union earning double what the monkeys who mistreated him were on.
Weirdly, all these years later he sees it as a good experience because it forced him out of the garage trade and into something he ended up being good at.
eezeh said:
Daggle74 said:
Can I nominate myself?
every time I read these stories i can't help but feel sad for those who endured this awful behaviour and wish apes like these be on the receiving end of a hammer. 
I suppose I’m fortunate that other than some unkind name calling at school I’ve never experienced prolonged bullying.
There was one guy who tried to bully me at college for not wearing designer clothes, happily he got kicked out for not bothering turning up half the time.
Another one tried bullying me at school to show off to a bunch of girls, gave him a good punch, and he was in tears with the girls he was showing off to.
The worst bullying I’ve seen was my sisters best friend at school, she had leukaemia and had no hair from chemo. Some boys at the school decided it would be fun to pretend to want to go out with her, befriended her on social media accounts and make her think a guy was interested in her. When they had her confidence up they shot her down telling her “nobody will want you, you bald freak”, they built her up for this fall for weeks.
I’ll confess here to not finding out what happened to the lads responsible but i wanted to find out who they were and have words myself. I know her (scary) dad found out so hopefully they got a hiding.
Even looking back on it 3-4 years later it makes me feel sick, in my life I’ve never felt more disgusted by anything.
Edited by carlove on Tuesday 24th November 01:05
I went to a military boarding school and had some rough times there....
I was 4’8” at 15 and as a tiny person from the age of 11 sadly I was designed to be bullied (or banter as it was known).
I have a scar on my right leg where I was kicked so hard the skin disappeared to the shin bone.
I was once placed naked in a bath full to the top of freezing cold water and then two ‘duck boards’ (wooden shower boards) were placed in top at which point one boy stood on top to ensure I couldn’t get out of the bath. I only had an inch or two breathing space.....
I was held down and my first initial burnt into my arm with a magnifying glass and then I had blue ink poured into the wound.
These are the stories I can tell, the bullying went on for years until I managed to escape just before my A levels.
It didn’t stop there, a number of us were relentlessly bullied and hit by our housemaster every Saturday morning. We had to dress in gym kit and he would pull my shorts up as high as he could before hitting so hard the pain was insufferable.
I remember one boy was hit so hard across the bottom he had deep welts and his bottom bled for a week or more.
On another evening I walked into the toilets/showers to find a young lad crying holding his balls and penis which had been totally smeared in Kiwi black shoe polish, covered, absolutely covered. He was scrubbing them with a brush....he was picked on because he suffered from the odd epileptic fit.
One of the other young lads was squeezed into a metal bin which was left balanced on a metal gutter about 8’ off the ground.....all morning.
When I sent a letter to my parents begging them to help me they had a reply saying their son simply needed to ‘man up’
The man concerned was many years later later charged by the police and I along with others gave evidence and we thought we had hit some peace. Sadly I understand crucial papers went missing at the school and the CPS decided not to proceed.
Needless to say I don’t have fond memories of being a young man.
Edited to add I visited the school many years ago and I met the chap who kicked me and was one who generally made my life absolute hell. He said hello and began to chat about ‘the good old times etc’ at which point I made it clear I didn’t like him then, I have no desire to see or talk to him now, fk off you complete prick.
I was 4’8” at 15 and as a tiny person from the age of 11 sadly I was designed to be bullied (or banter as it was known).
I have a scar on my right leg where I was kicked so hard the skin disappeared to the shin bone.
I was once placed naked in a bath full to the top of freezing cold water and then two ‘duck boards’ (wooden shower boards) were placed in top at which point one boy stood on top to ensure I couldn’t get out of the bath. I only had an inch or two breathing space.....
I was held down and my first initial burnt into my arm with a magnifying glass and then I had blue ink poured into the wound.
These are the stories I can tell, the bullying went on for years until I managed to escape just before my A levels.
It didn’t stop there, a number of us were relentlessly bullied and hit by our housemaster every Saturday morning. We had to dress in gym kit and he would pull my shorts up as high as he could before hitting so hard the pain was insufferable.
I remember one boy was hit so hard across the bottom he had deep welts and his bottom bled for a week or more.
On another evening I walked into the toilets/showers to find a young lad crying holding his balls and penis which had been totally smeared in Kiwi black shoe polish, covered, absolutely covered. He was scrubbing them with a brush....he was picked on because he suffered from the odd epileptic fit.
One of the other young lads was squeezed into a metal bin which was left balanced on a metal gutter about 8’ off the ground.....all morning.
When I sent a letter to my parents begging them to help me they had a reply saying their son simply needed to ‘man up’
The man concerned was many years later later charged by the police and I along with others gave evidence and we thought we had hit some peace. Sadly I understand crucial papers went missing at the school and the CPS decided not to proceed.
Needless to say I don’t have fond memories of being a young man.
Edited to add I visited the school many years ago and I met the chap who kicked me and was one who generally made my life absolute hell. He said hello and began to chat about ‘the good old times etc’ at which point I made it clear I didn’t like him then, I have no desire to see or talk to him now, f
k off you complete prick.Edited by HoHoHo on Tuesday 24th November 07:38
Daggle74 said:
Can I nominate myself?
It was 1992 and I had left school and joined my local Honda dealer, as an apprentice mechanic.
17yrs old, YTS scheme, £29.50 a week and all that, however unfortunately next door to the dealership was a body shop which appeared to have been staffed by apes with a need to inflict as much pain and misery on apprentices as they could muster.
The worst one for me was when I was placed into a bin (plastic type with handles, about 3ft tall), another bin was placed on top and the two handles were then cable tied together. The bin was placed onto a lift and then lifted off the floor, once I was in the air, someone came up with the wonderful idea of firing a gas fire extinguisher into the bin that I occupied. Now of course those fire extinguishers are designed to remove all the oxygen from a fire.... as well as removing all the oxygen from the bin that I was in. I woke up in the toilet of the workshop on the floor, I still don't know how I got there, but remember looking in the mirror and my lips were blue and I looked grey.
I also suffered from a broom handle being shoved through the arms of my overalls and then taped using masking tape to the large up and over workshop door. The apes pulled the up and over door open and I was raised off the floor a distance of at least 8 meters. It was a fair height as I knew that a HGV could be driven into the workshop, so you kinda get an idea as to the height off the ground I was. It was fine being lifted up most of the way as the body is designed to bend in the middle, however when it came to my knees, I had to try and bend them sideways to stop them from being snapped. Much hilarity ensured as I clung face down trying to keep hold of the metal framework of the door. The apes then got a hosepipe out and proceeded to soak me, causing the tape to stretch and I thought that I would fall to the floor, all the time whilst they pissed themselves laughing....
Of course being thrown in a large bin full of broken windscreens was par for the course...
However, I didn't suffer the worst, one of the other lads was taped head to toe in masking tape and then taped to an office chair from reception with wheels on it, all that was left of him that you could see was his nose. Everything else was taped up so he couldn't speak or see. A petrol can was produced and this was waved under his nose whilst water was poured over him, he thought he was having petrol poured over him. He was then wheeled out of the workshop and left on a traffic island for the rest of the lunch break, I think that broke him as I don't recall him working back there much after that.
We were 16/17yr olds who didn't know better and had to accept it, I remember one day that I couldn't put up with the bullying from the staff and in my mind I just wanted to go home to my mum and have a bloody good cry as I was so unhappy. I just didn't know what to do, so I pretended that I was ill and pretended to faint, laying on the floor. I was called out for it and made to look a bigger fool. Thankfully I came clean to my family and left there shortly after that moving to another main dealer in the town where I lived.
I'm now 46 and still remember the faces of those who did that to me. I heard one of them died from a heart attack a few years ago and I felt no sympathy at all, I hope it bloody hurt when he went. If I saw any of them now, I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire.
fIt was 1992 and I had left school and joined my local Honda dealer, as an apprentice mechanic.
17yrs old, YTS scheme, £29.50 a week and all that, however unfortunately next door to the dealership was a body shop which appeared to have been staffed by apes with a need to inflict as much pain and misery on apprentices as they could muster.
The worst one for me was when I was placed into a bin (plastic type with handles, about 3ft tall), another bin was placed on top and the two handles were then cable tied together. The bin was placed onto a lift and then lifted off the floor, once I was in the air, someone came up with the wonderful idea of firing a gas fire extinguisher into the bin that I occupied. Now of course those fire extinguishers are designed to remove all the oxygen from a fire.... as well as removing all the oxygen from the bin that I was in. I woke up in the toilet of the workshop on the floor, I still don't know how I got there, but remember looking in the mirror and my lips were blue and I looked grey.
I also suffered from a broom handle being shoved through the arms of my overalls and then taped using masking tape to the large up and over workshop door. The apes pulled the up and over door open and I was raised off the floor a distance of at least 8 meters. It was a fair height as I knew that a HGV could be driven into the workshop, so you kinda get an idea as to the height off the ground I was. It was fine being lifted up most of the way as the body is designed to bend in the middle, however when it came to my knees, I had to try and bend them sideways to stop them from being snapped. Much hilarity ensured as I clung face down trying to keep hold of the metal framework of the door. The apes then got a hosepipe out and proceeded to soak me, causing the tape to stretch and I thought that I would fall to the floor, all the time whilst they pissed themselves laughing....
Of course being thrown in a large bin full of broken windscreens was par for the course...
However, I didn't suffer the worst, one of the other lads was taped head to toe in masking tape and then taped to an office chair from reception with wheels on it, all that was left of him that you could see was his nose. Everything else was taped up so he couldn't speak or see. A petrol can was produced and this was waved under his nose whilst water was poured over him, he thought he was having petrol poured over him. He was then wheeled out of the workshop and left on a traffic island for the rest of the lunch break, I think that broke him as I don't recall him working back there much after that.
We were 16/17yr olds who didn't know better and had to accept it, I remember one day that I couldn't put up with the bullying from the staff and in my mind I just wanted to go home to my mum and have a bloody good cry as I was so unhappy. I just didn't know what to do, so I pretended that I was ill and pretended to faint, laying on the floor. I was called out for it and made to look a bigger fool. Thankfully I came clean to my family and left there shortly after that moving to another main dealer in the town where I lived.
I'm now 46 and still remember the faces of those who did that to me. I heard one of them died from a heart attack a few years ago and I felt no sympathy at all, I hope it bloody hurt when he went. If I saw any of them now, I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire.
k me. The anger I feel just reading that. I would have held grudges and ended up ruining them in later years. I think the worst I've seen was at school over a 5 year period, just daily kind of beating and slaps etc to a kid. Not a single one off event that wasn't merited to the extent in this post. Had a few bullies apply for jobs at a place i owned, told them they could clean the toilets etc, not very professional, and hell nothing wrong with cleaning, but was nice to make them feel a bit s
t.Work wise I saw a guy, who was clearly struggling, managed out. Set tasks that weren't doable, made to look like he wasn't cooperating. A really coordinated approach. Spoke to him not long ago and while he's in a better place and it's worked out for him, he won't forget or forgive the director. Was a broken man.
Outside of school/work, I was terrorised for a period by a load of feral chavs. Car broken into, stereo stolen, abuse shouted, nothing physical but was limited because they knew where in laws and great nan of 90+ lived. One day I saw the main one through a field so had a friend drop me off. Waited around the corner with brick but he must have left the field through another exit. Glad as life may have been a lot different. One day he shouted abuse as i was driving by, not knowing I was in a convoy. Within 10 seconds all the doors fly open and my angry friends jump out, they caught one late to jumping a fence but not the main leader. After that it stopped. Anyway he was a nasty s
t and robbed the wrong person. Got his door kicked in, battered, thrown down the stairs and a broken leg and ribs. I still have thoughts about hurting this guy, but to know he's paid in many ways helps. Not sure if it was bullying or just trying to make someone leave. I used to live in France back from 1989 - 1991 and worked as an analyst programmer for a big dairy firm in Amiens - if you don't know the geography it's about midway on a line drawn from Calais to Paris.
My best friend there (and I'm still very much friends to this day with his widow and sons) had a profound effect on my future - he taught me a lot of programming (which got me a lot of very well paid jobs) and there is no better way to learn a language. Anyway - I digress. The management wanted him to leave, however they didn't want any fussing around with redundancy with someone who had been there 30+ years. So they set him up supporting depots and production facilities. So every day he had to be up with the lark and would have to drive - in his own car which was an ancient Renault - to all these places such as Boulogne, Guines and Valenciennes (Belgian border). Every day, and there was no motorway. Do it a few times on those roads it would be a PHers dream, but every day..... It really was pretty shocking and really blatant in that they were trying to make him leave. Anyway - he didn't crack and got his redundancy.
(Interesting trivia - he is buried in a cemetary with a lot of British war graves not far from Amiens prison, target of the WW2 "Operation Jericho" mosquito raid)
My best friend there (and I'm still very much friends to this day with his widow and sons) had a profound effect on my future - he taught me a lot of programming (which got me a lot of very well paid jobs) and there is no better way to learn a language. Anyway - I digress. The management wanted him to leave, however they didn't want any fussing around with redundancy with someone who had been there 30+ years. So they set him up supporting depots and production facilities. So every day he had to be up with the lark and would have to drive - in his own car which was an ancient Renault - to all these places such as Boulogne, Guines and Valenciennes (Belgian border). Every day, and there was no motorway. Do it a few times on those roads it would be a PHers dream, but every day..... It really was pretty shocking and really blatant in that they were trying to make him leave. Anyway - he didn't crack and got his redundancy.
(Interesting trivia - he is buried in a cemetary with a lot of British war graves not far from Amiens prison, target of the WW2 "Operation Jericho" mosquito raid)
HoHoHo said:
I was once placed naked in a bath full to the top of freezing cold water and then two ‘duck boards’ (wooden shower boards) were placed in top at which point one boy stood on top to ensure I couldn’t get out of the bath. I only had an inch or two breathing space.....
I went to Uni with a lad who had a facial deformity who went to boarding school. I had heard stories that he had suffered "poke the nose" while at school which I thought was a myth, but it sounds exactly like what happened to you.Having read what you have written makes me realise he must have gone through years of s
t whilst at school. I can't even begin to imagine how terrible it must be having to go to school and being forced to go through this sort of thing for years on end.I think the "it's only a joke if both sides are laughing" is true, anything else can only be considered bullying.
HoHoHo said:
I went to a military boarding school and had some rough times there....
I was 4’8” at 15 and as a tiny person from the age of 11 sadly I was designed to be bullied (or banter as it was known).
I have a scar on my right leg where I was kicked so hard the skin disappeared to the shin bone.
I was once placed naked in a bath full to the top of freezing cold water and then two ‘duck boards’ (wooden shower boards) were placed in top at which point one boy stood on top to ensure I couldn’t get out of the bath. I only had an inch or two breathing space.....
I was held down and my first initial burnt into my arm with a magnifying glass and then I had blue ink poured into the wound.
These are the stories I can tell, the bullying went on for years until I managed to escape just before my A levels.
It didn’t stop there, a number of us were relentlessly bullied and hit by our housemaster every Saturday morning. We had to dress in gym kit and he would pull my shorts up as high as he could before hitting so hard the pain was insufferable.
I remember one boy was hit so hard across the bottom he had deep welts and his bottom bled for a week or more.
On another evening I walked into the toilets/showers to find a young lad crying holding his balls and penis which had been totally smeared in Kiwi black shoe polish, covered, absolutely covered. He was scrubbing them with a brush....he was picked on because he suffered from the odd epileptic fit.
One of the other young lads was squeezed into a metal bin which was left balanced on a metal gutter about 8’ off the ground.....all morning.
When I sent a letter to my parents begging them to help me they had a reply saying their son simply needed to ‘man up’
The man concerned was many years later later charged by the police and I along with others gave evidence and we thought we had hit some peace. Sadly I understand crucial papers went missing at the school and the CPS decided not to proceed.
Needless to say I don’t have fond memories of being a young man.
Edited to add I visited the school many years ago and I met the chap who kicked me and was one who generally made my life absolute hell. He said hello and began to chat about ‘the good old times etc’ at which point I made it clear I didn’t like him then, I have no desire to see or talk to him now, fk off you complete prick.
I wonder if all military boarding schools were like that, mine was the same - Primary school was one but was also catholic and run by nuns. Being bullied? You probably deserved it. Get caught being bullied? The nuns would give you a slap for being there. As would the teachers. I was bullied relentlessly for 4 years (83-87) and wish I'd told my dad who would have had me out of there in a flash, but being 7 (up to 11) I didn't know better. No happy memories for 4 years - That's a whole world of trauma I can tell you. Secondary was better at least and not run by nuns.I was 4’8” at 15 and as a tiny person from the age of 11 sadly I was designed to be bullied (or banter as it was known).
I have a scar on my right leg where I was kicked so hard the skin disappeared to the shin bone.
I was once placed naked in a bath full to the top of freezing cold water and then two ‘duck boards’ (wooden shower boards) were placed in top at which point one boy stood on top to ensure I couldn’t get out of the bath. I only had an inch or two breathing space.....
I was held down and my first initial burnt into my arm with a magnifying glass and then I had blue ink poured into the wound.
These are the stories I can tell, the bullying went on for years until I managed to escape just before my A levels.
It didn’t stop there, a number of us were relentlessly bullied and hit by our housemaster every Saturday morning. We had to dress in gym kit and he would pull my shorts up as high as he could before hitting so hard the pain was insufferable.
I remember one boy was hit so hard across the bottom he had deep welts and his bottom bled for a week or more.
On another evening I walked into the toilets/showers to find a young lad crying holding his balls and penis which had been totally smeared in Kiwi black shoe polish, covered, absolutely covered. He was scrubbing them with a brush....he was picked on because he suffered from the odd epileptic fit.
One of the other young lads was squeezed into a metal bin which was left balanced on a metal gutter about 8’ off the ground.....all morning.
When I sent a letter to my parents begging them to help me they had a reply saying their son simply needed to ‘man up’
The man concerned was many years later later charged by the police and I along with others gave evidence and we thought we had hit some peace. Sadly I understand crucial papers went missing at the school and the CPS decided not to proceed.
Needless to say I don’t have fond memories of being a young man.
Edited to add I visited the school many years ago and I met the chap who kicked me and was one who generally made my life absolute hell. He said hello and began to chat about ‘the good old times etc’ at which point I made it clear I didn’t like him then, I have no desire to see or talk to him now, f
k off you complete prick.Edited by HoHoHo on Tuesday 24th November 07:38
He was a "suggested" friend on Facebook a few years back - Nope. Not doing that s
t.FYI nuns are evil.
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