what is the worst thing you have been called?

I was called ni**er by a class mate when I was in 2nd grade. The rest of the school year was so terrible, because I was 1 of maybe 3 black children in the whole school (I was new) and the girl that called me the name was popular (as popular as you can be for a 2nd grader I guess). After that incident and a school year of being called names, I had very high anxiety and always felt sick to my stomach when I had to go to school. When my mom took me to the doctor, he diagnosed me with a "nervous stomach" ...it was the 70's after all and I have no idea what the term would be called today. I was so nervous and sick all the time that I was held back in 2nd grade.

Who get's held back in 2nd grade?? Yep...this girl right here!

My father was in the military so we moved around a lot when I was a child. When I started middle school it was in a new state and I knew no one. I had buck teeth, and I had a rash on my arms, legs and the back of my neck. It was so bad that I had a bald spot back there. Well, that went over well at my new school. Let's just say that the names that I was called were brutal and nothing that ANYONE of any age should be called. I had girls that always wanted to beat me up, and I would either have my big sister come to school everyday to walk me home, or one of my parents would pick me up. Along with that, one time when I got off the elevator at school, there were a group of boys standing there waiting and when the doors opened they all threw a handful of rocks at me. Everyone in the hallway laughed. Good times...yep. Good times.

During this wonderful period of my life, my father retired so I spent the rest of my schooling years with this same group of class mates. When I was in 9th grade, I was so depressed and my grades were so terrible that my mom and dad sent me to a parochial school for my 10th grade year. During that time, coincidentally, I got braces and we finally found a medication that controlled the rashes on my body. My 10th grade was pretty good... I didn't know anyone at the beginning of the year, and the people that I met were pretty nice to me for the most part. My grades improved and I was back on track. After that school year was over, since the private school was so expensive, my parents sent me back to my regular high school that I had attended 9th grade. I was now in 11th grade year, and I was met with stares, niceness and people were wanting to be my friend The same people that made my life hell just a couple years before. And the same guys that made fun of me a few years prior now were asking me out. It's amazing what a year, braces and a little skin medication can do for a girl. Needless to say, I told all of them to *kitten* off, made new friends and hung out with the friends that I made from the private school.

I still live in the same area and have run into a few of my old tormentors from time to time, or have had a few of them reach out to me on facebook. I'm sure they don't understand why I won't pay them any mind or accept their friend request. I think that I have forgiven them all to a certain extent, but even 30 years later I can't even imagine saying anything beyond a pleasant "hi" in passing. I couldn't imagine having any of those people as friends, even though I assume they're probably very nice people now and would never treat anyone as terrible as they did when they were younger. I just can't do it.

Probably a *kitten* load of typos, but I don't want to go back through and read it all...so just please just gloss over them. :drinker:

Wow what a story...and by the way, you are a very good writer...in a few paragraphs you summed up a lot of emotion, facts, and history (10 years...2nd grade to 12th grade...well, more now I guess)... you should try sending this story to a women's magazine or something...I'm serious...

hippo

Wow! First, let me just say...I don't know a single person in this thread...but I love all of you. Those of us who have been verbally abused can take heart in the fact that we are ALL HERE...trying to better ourselves...for OURSELVES! I have my own story...but first, I must admit that halfway through reading this thread...I sent texts to a couple of my close friends. I happen to be a VERY outspoken person, and I asked them if I had ever said anything to them that hurt their feelings or stuck with them. I needed a reality check, because honestly...I have probably said things to people thinking it was "helping" when in fact, it could have been hurting them. Thankfully, those people (who took entirely TOO long to think about it, and had me panicking!!! Ha!) told me that, no, nothing came to mind. My story is a long one, and I tend to pull TL;DR comments, but I'll try to make it short:

Sheltered my entire life...until high school, I went to the same school system with the same people. I was friends with just about everyone. Then, in the middle of my freshman year of high school, my mother moved in with my (now ex-) stepdad. He lived in Austin, Texas...and I had grown up in the suburbs of Birmingham, Alabama. Yeah...culture shock, much?! Again, I was sheltered and spoiled rotten. I went to a private school. Dated the most popular guy that went to that school. Yada yada yada. Anyway, no one really made fun of anyone there...everyone kind of got along. (I know...weird for a high school, but anyway.) Then, during my junior year of high school, the oh-so-popular boyfriend had gone off to college, and I started hanging out with some people that didn't go to my school. I was 16 when I met "tall, handsome, 19 year old, who had his own apartment". Needless to say, the summer between my junior and senior years in high school, I lost my virginity to this man-boy. He had me convinced that we could run off together and live a wonderful life. So...that's what I did. He took me all the way to Michigan right before I turned 17. (At the time, 17 was "legal age" in Michigan.) He took me as far away from everything and everyone I knew as he could. He kept me isolated. The physical and sexual abuse was bad enough...BUT...the verbal abuse was the hardest to get over. It was easy for him to practically brainwash me. Here I was...a sheltered 16 year old...away from anyone who could tell me anything different than what he told me. He spent close to a year convincing me that I was worthless...I was crazy...no one would EVER love a piece of *kitten* like me...blah blah blah. He got me pregnant, and the day before my 17th birthday...I was almost 5 months pregnant...he beat my daughter straight out of me. He told me that I should have taken better care of myself. I believed him. ANYWAY...this went on for a couple of years until I finally got away from him right when I turned 19. I literally had to "re-learn" how to be ME. I had to learn to drive...(he never "allowed" me to get a driver's license)...I had to learn how to trust people. It was awful. I spent that first year away from him drinking myself into oblivion every single day. Then...a light switch went off. I realized that all I was doing was allowing him to still have power over me. To this day...(I will be 33 in a couple of days)...he has kept "tabs" on me. He knows exactly where I live, even though I live in Alabama again (with my AMAZING husband! *smile*)...and he lives in Texas. He still tries to "get" to me...and guess what! I don't let him. Ever. It took years for me to not flinch when someone near me raised their hand really quickly. It took me years to believe that I could actually be loved for who I am. It took me years to finally figure OUT who I really am.

The thing is...it would be easy for me to play "victim". He did some unthinkable things to me. However, when I look back on it...it's almost like I'm watching a movie of someone else's life. I am SO blessed that I had so many people who loved me through it. I know a lot of people don't. I just had to get to the point where I could say, "The past is going to remain where it belongs...in the past." I had to make a choice...either let him win...or take my power back. So...I took my power back. I have the usual self esteem issues like most women...but nothing like before. Plus, I finally married a man who tells me 20 times a day (no lie) that I am amazing and beautiful EXACTLY the way I am, and that he feels like the luckiest man alive to call me his wife. :-)

I'm so proud of all of you for stepping up and saying what people have said to you in your lives that affected you. I encourage all of you to make a choice TODAY to not let those nasty people any more power over you. I know...it's much easier said than done...but you are ALL worthy of love...no matter WHAT size, shape, color, ethnicity, religion or anything else!

Sending hugs to each of you! :-)

ETA: I should've mentioned...along the way, a lot of people told me I should get my GED since I left school before I graduated...but once I knew I could do ANYTHING I set my mind to, I went to school at night and got my highschool diploma...plus some college. :-) Take that, jerk! :-)

I was previously in a emotionally abusive relationship. I was called many names but the worst were: fat bit** and worthless. I am still working on getting my self esteem back. People can be so ugly.

honey....... by a really pervy old guy creeping me at work

Wow...just even reading through these posts, all of them, brings back flashbacks of my own childhood/adolescence experiences. As an adult, thankfully I've not encountered that other than from silly, stupid girls when I was in my 20s. But as a kid, like many here, I was overweight from a young age and couldn't seem to beat the "fat gene" in my family. Not to mention, I was painfully shy until adulthood so I could never muster courage to stand up for myself like now.

The meanest thing I think I've been called by far was "fat cow" by one of my school's juvenile delinquents. I was a junior in HS and heard it as I was passing by a group of boys going into the boys restroom in one of the hallways. I looked around to make sure it wasn't me it was aimed at, but it sure enough was. That's always stuck with me and been a motivator in early adulthood to lose the weight. I was 5'7 and about 220 lbs.

The funny thing about growing up in a smallish town is the folks that stay there past HS usually end up getting some sort of karmic revenge in some form or another. I moved away at 18, and moved back at 23. I'd gone from a size 20 to an 8 and looked completely different. I would go hang out with friends to the local bars and one night, I saw that same guy that called me this out with his buddies. Holy 40 lb weight gain!!! He came up to me and started talking to me (didn't ask my name yet), and clearly didn't realize who I was just on sight. I thought about not saying anything, but decided to come out with it. I asked if he remembered a girl named _____, and he said "No." I told him that I knew who he was and proceeded to tell him my version of what happened. He apologized profusely and looked VERY embarrassed. I assured him that everything was fine, it was a long time ago, and then...he asked me out on a date! He told me that he thought I was beautiful, and to that, I politely replied "No, I'm not really interested right now" and walked off.

Best. Feeling. EVER. :bigsmile:

I love this soooo much!! After I dated a you-know-what when I was a teenager, I was with a guy for 11 years. He is 5'3" and 135lbs soaking wet. All about being healthy, etc. I always felt like an elephant around him. Anyway...after years of feeling useless with him, I met my husband about 3 years ago...and, basically: Finally Being Happy + Encouraging Hubby = Healthiest (And Smallest!) I've Ever Been.

Jerry Springer part: My ex...ended up marrying my husband's cousin!!! Yeah, we didn't even KNOW we were dating cousins until the first family holiday came up and HELLO EX IS NOW IN MY FAMILY!!! But anyway...now, it's like, "Look what you lost BUDDY!" So fantastic!! ;-)

When I was younger a few guys I hung around with gave me the nickname 'Tank *kitten*'

Hahahahaaa! Didn't really bother me I just found it funny .. :-O

Namitha - an Indian actress who is pretty but HUGE !

Do you mean this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Namitha actress?!

Huge isn't quite how i'd describe her.

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Lazy fat ***** by my mother in law! Haven't seen or spoken to her since and that was over 3 years ago.

Namitha - an Indian actress who is pretty but HUGE !

I'm always curious about the plus size model type. I would NOT call Namitha "HUGE". Yes, she is probably over weight technically, but she doesn't have lots of lumps and bumps. She can show her stomach and it isn't offensive (to me anyway).

She's got some dangerous curves. You're both very pretty.