I used to get bullied a decent amount. Nothing terrible, but I was always undersized and thus an easier target for ignorant shitheads. Fortunately for me, both of the more severe accidents had positive outcomes. When I was in 2nd grade, there was a 4th grader who used to terrorize me. Chase me around the playground, throw rocks and me, basically all the juvenile punk ass stuff. Well finally, it got bad enough and my after school tears and frustrations got to the point where my parents called his parents. Turns out one of their family friends was a Police Captain. The little fucker got a pretty good scared straight lesson and was nothing but polite to me after that. And additionally, his older brother, I think a 6th grader at the time, also found him to be a little dickface and took it upon himself to protect me on the bus route, etc... the rest of the year. Nothing else came up until 7th grade. There were a couple of white trash idiots who used to basically manhandle me on the playground during basketball games and other assorted activities. Nothing too bad, charley horses and other physical shit, more obnoxious than anything. Most kids saw it happen but didn't really do anything cause none of my close friends were big enough to stop it and it wasn't that bad like i said. Well one day, I got yanked down by my collar and it ripped my shirt, which was one of my favorites, and I had enough. I whirled around and kicked the douchebag in the junk as hard as I could. To this day I've still never seen so much surprise/pain in a kid's eyes. His friends promptly leveled me but luckily a teacher came over and broke it up. Well later that week, we were in the locker room after gym, and the smallest of the group, I still see his rat faced expression just waiting for a future in meth addiction, was loudly crowing about I was going to get the shit kicked out of me after school. Exasperated, I just yelled "Why don't you do it now and get it over with?" hoping the setting and possible teacher presence would protect me. Well he and a fellow mouth breather came tearing over, but never got there cause a classmate of mine (who was a beast at 13 and would later play TE for a Big 10 school) grabbed him and basically tossed him horizontally into a locker and raised a fist to his fat associate. He walked me out of the locker room and said he admired me finally sticking up for myself. He had my back the rest of middle school and by the time I got to HS, I fell in with a crowd and bullying became less of an issue. I guess the moral of both of my stories, and the depressing thing about most situations like this, is these idiots often don't respond to anything but aggression or absolute fear. Some bullies are indeed psychopaths, but most are just kids who are older or grew faster than their peers, which is where they gain their "advantage" and often all it takes is a punch in the nose and they shrink fast. I'm in no way advocating violence, but parents/educators need to figure out ways to punish this kind of behavior effectively or its going to escalate to the point where that is the only solution sometimes.