I got the good ol' bully treatment at home. No where else really.
School was a retreat compared to home for me. My dad was extremely stressed all the time at work and 99.9% of the time he would bring that stress home and project it onto me not to mention he was a stubborn, "I'm never wrong and if you think I am I'll beat it out of you" type of person. I got a ton of verbal abuse and some physical but thankfully I grew taller than him and he knew that eventually I would retaliate but I never did cause I'm not that kind of person. But I had some pretty emotionally crippling moments with him. Usually the abusive things he did were not that bad. I do remember this one time I bought Pokemon cards from a convenience store with money I was supposed to use for a new agenda and he saw the receipt from the store and he waited behind the door for me to come home after he found out and he pretty much ambushed me and smacked me in the back of the head and push me against the wall, screaming and yelling profanities and stuff.
We've both let bigons be bigons and we get along alot better now that I've moved, I invited him to FanExpo as a VIP when I was volunteering there and he's usually the first person I go see when I take a trip back to my old town.
As for school,
I was a fatter kid back then (I ain't small now, but still) and I rarely ever got insulted by anyone other than that one kid who thinks he's king of the monkey bars who tries to show dominance by insulting everyone he pleases. I was pretty good in the friendship department mainly because I was really open to making friends back then and I didn't care who sat with me or who I sat with at lunch or whatever, now I think humanity is a waste and we're all completely full of shit.
I got in a few fights when I was the "new kid" but that's because most of the kids who wanted to start shit were hyper-cunts and total spazzes who had nothing better to do. Actually, I am really good friends with one of the guys I fought with.
