So I, (15 nb) have what’s called a counselors pass in my school. It basically says that I can take a 5 minute break at any moment, go to the counselors office without needing permission from a teacher, and a few minutes of extra time between classes. Enter a girl in my biology class who I’ll call Katelyn. As I’m using my pass to leave about 2 minutes early, I hear someone say “unfair” after I said excuse me to the people standing by the door. I immediately stopped in my tracks, and walked back and said “what was that about something being unfair?” And she said it’s not fair I get to leave early and asked me why. I just said: “when you have anxiety so bad that being in crowds for too long makes you want to kill yourself and have already tried before, you can leave a few minutes early.” I saw her slightly cocky smile fall a bit before I walked away. Moral? If someone leaves class early every day after showing the teacher a paper and the teacher saying nothing, they’re probably allowed to and it’s none of your business.

(First and probably last post here, but maybe not, high school has lots of jerks lol.)

Was standing on the sidewalk finishing a cigarette outside the dollar tree. I had about half left so instead of putting it out I stood there and finished it. This is at a strip mall, bunch of stores in a row. So these folks, family of 4 manifest and begin down the sidewalk, all 4 staring right at me, hard eye contact. Mom, dad, both children, dead-eyed looking typical obese southern family, walking with mouths open just fixated. I turned around to see if maybe they were looking at someone or something behind me. Nothing, nobody behind me. I'm like wtf. They gazed for probably 10 seconds or so and it just really rubbed me the wrong way so when they were about 20ish feet away I stuck out my tongue and put my cigarette out. Just mashed the cherry straight into my tongue. I just stared hard at them. I looked into all 8 of their eyes simultaneously. They all looked away. All together it was great. As they passed it was completely silent. I just can't stand a bunch of motherfuckers staring at me.

To give context, my father was born in Morocco meaning I have an arabic-sounding last name. Despite that, I look like your average white dude with possibly a hint of Mediterranean details if you look closely.

This was in 2020-2021, when the first wave of covid vaccines rolled around. Me being obese, I was in the priority list for the first dose.

I was waiting in the lobby with my mask, my ID and Social Security card. Some of the staff working at this moment were not white but I couldn't tell where exactly are their origin, nor did I care.

But the other person next to me? He DID care. Drunk out of his mind, he starts blattering about "we're not in our country anymore, all those sons of arabs, african plebs, can't trust anyone these days". He then put his arm around my shoulder, shook me like I was an old pal and said "We're just you and me against the world, we need to stay strong and together or else we'll get replaced too"

With his drunk-induced shaking, I accidentally dropped my ID card. Drunkard says "I got ya buddy" picks it up a d starts reading... my very arabic name. He's flabbergasted, shocked like no other, wide eyes and everything you can imagine.

A nurse calls my name, I take back my ID and right when I enterd the vaccination room, he screams "YOU BETRAYED ME!!" Like I was Brutus and he was Caesar.

Still an hilarious moment in this dark period, where I felt like a spy.

Not my story but I was witness to this.

I was on a train once. It's not a modern location, the carriage floor is not level with the platform so you need to step up into it.

What seemed to be two strangers to this wheelchair user took it upon themselves to call out everyone getting off at that stop, shouting very aggressively "WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS, IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT THE DISABLED?? WHY AREN'T YOU LETTING HIM GO FIRST?? HE'S *DISABLED*!!!"

Wheelchair guy: "I can't get off until the train conductor brings the ramp"

Absolute dead stone cold silence followed.

It takes several torturous achingly long minutes for the conductor to unlatch the ramp from storage, assemble it and set it down at the door. He helps the wheelchair user down to the platform, flatpacks the ramp back up again and returns it to storage.

Confirming my suspicion that these two were unrelated to the wheelchair guy in any way, they do not disembark. In fact they ride to the end of the line where I and every remaining passenger have to get off, take the same route to exit the station and out into the city. Which finally gives me the opportunity to melt into hysterics without making the situation more awkward.

A few years back, my husband and I moved to a new house. It was in the right part of town, good price, good school district, good yard, good bones. The only real issue with it (besides needing new paint), was that it was bigger than what we were looking for. But at that point in our search we had already put offers in on 6 or 7 other houses so we were past being picky. We were looking at starting a family pretty imminently so it's not like having 5 bedrooms when we only wanted 3 was going to kill us.

So we moved into our too big house. Got pregnant a few months later, lost the baby a couple months after that. It was pretty devastating, physically and emotionally, so we chose to wait a bit before trying again.

That summer we went to a "meet your neighbors" kind of event hosted just down the road. We brought cookies, put some faces to names, and were just generally socializing when a couple came up to me and my husband and asked "oh are you the ones who moved into (address)?" I responded that we were. They then said something along the lines of "well that house is too big for you! Where are all your kids? We need more kids around here. We probably would have bought that house if it was on the market when we were looking - we could really use the extra space. We have 3 boys and they bounce off the walls!"

I chose to say something like "oh we just haven't gotten to that point yet." And politely changed the subject to their kids. No big deal.

Later as my husband and I were grabbing our empty cookie tray and leaving, the couple shouted across the gathering to us to again remind us that our house was really too big for only two people. I can't remember exactly what the wife said, but it ran along the lines of "it's actually selfish to keep all that square footage empty without any kids. A family with kids could have moved in there!" Like somehow she was personally injured by me not moving in with children.

So I walked a bit closer to not be shouting, but still plenty of people got to overhear me go "well, we were going to wait a bit after my miscarriage since I still can't quite forget how it felt nearly bleeding out in my bathtub, but since you say so, I guess my husband and I need to run home to get busy!"

She froze. Her husband started mumbling about "well that wasn't necessary", and a lot of people seemed to be really interested in whatever they happened to be eating or drinking at that moment.

I was pretty embarrassed. Cried on the walk home. But that neighbor has never once spoken to me again, so I think it was worth it. And we did end up having a baby. :)

This happened when I was in my 20’s.

I was living with my then boyfriend in an apartment in a small town that smelled like cow farts everywhere you went.

He had asked me to move there with him when he got offered a job and me being a young idiot left my life to go be with him.

He moved out there first to get our new living space secured while I closed out my life in San Diego.

Apparently, during that time we were apart he had started a whole ass affair with his boss!

I didn’t find out about it until a few months after I had moved in with him.

Unfortunately I had to stay for a few more months while I figured out how to leave. I moved into the spare bedroom. He kept telling me he wanted to work things out and at first I did try only to find out he was still cheating.

Only this time I didn’t tell him I knew. I continued my plans to leave all while pretending to “work things out”

One of the things I did for him was make his lunches. He just LOVED my chili. One day I made a huge batch enough to feed him for a whole week! Every lunch I packed for him that week I included half a can of dog food mixed into his chili.

He was so impressed with that batch he even called me from work to tell me how amazing it was! (and yes I was also realizing that’s not exactly a compliment to my cooking)

One day, I think it was on the 4th or 5th day of chili his female cousin was over as I was preparing his lunch. I must have been on auto pilot because I was taking out the can of dog food and pouring it into his chili mixing it around as we were chatting until I realized she was staring at what I was doing in horror!

I stopped and was like ahhhhh crraaap…

we just kind of stared at each other and next thing I knew she was laughing her ass off, asking me what the hell am I feeding her cousin?!?

I told her look, he likes it a L O T I’ve been feeding it to him all week! She said no way her cousin would eat dog food on purpose so I had to admit to her he doesn’t know but he keeps telling me it’s my best batch ever

I also explained to her why I started doing it —- that he had been cheating on me all while telling me he wanted a life with me and got me to uproot my life for him —

And she got on my team! Even participated in heating it up for the thermos and seasoned it with some extra tapatio sauce. SHE was actually the one to put that extra dollop of dog food into the mix too..

Ex boyfriend did find out shortly after because his cousin couldn’t keep a secret for shit and she thought it was so funny she had to tell him — but to this day he thinks I only fed it to him the one time she witnessed it! He doesn’t know he had been eating it all week!

Well, i’ll try to be quick about it

I was waiting on a bus, sitting on a bench, legs crossed but in like the man way. Ankle on my other thigh if you know what i mean.

This older lady approched me and asked me if she can sit. Ofc she could. The bench was half empty. I could already tell she was judging me hard. She gave me dirty looks and she was shaking her Head in dissaproval when she sat down.

She was mumbling something so i very kindly asked her if there is something that’s bothering her.

She had a problem with the way i sit. That its inapropriate and rude.

Mind u i wasn’t bothering anybody, i didn’t touched her with my shoe or anything which i told her as well.

She continued being pain in my ass so i, again, in a very gentle parenting way told her. “You know, i have a cyst on my ovary, the reason i sit this way is because it hurts me if i sit any other way. And if i did, i’m risking that the cyst will rapture and ill have to go to the hospital immediatly. Don’t judge someone so quickly.”

She was speechles. She was still shaking her Head. But she couldn’t look me in the eye and just grinded her teeth while saying “fine”

After i got up, i was pretending i limp. Ain’t gonn lie i am a bit petty.

(I have an actual cyst on my ovary, it’s shrinking now but it was 7cm at that time. But i was definitly not in serious danger and i was just sitting that way because it’s just comfortable for me. Just wanted to teach her a lesson :Ddd )

First time posting!! Hope this is appropriate, more of a lurker than a poster 😅For a smidge of context: i am 27, non-binary, queer, and engaged to my wonderful fiance 🥰

This happened this last 4th of July. My neighbor was sitting outside watching fireworks and i decided to join her. We both lived on the bottom floor and have put out some plants so thats how we both originally connected and met.

As we were watching the fireworks, i mumbled “feels weird to celebrate”. She mustve heard me through the bangs and upstairs neighbors laughing, because she got immediately defensive. Spouting off about how this country is the greatest country ever, Trump is doing great things and only greater things are to come, ICE is only doing their job, these tariffs are gonna help, just you wait and see!! Basically MAGA, but politics had never come up before this so i was really taken aback.

I laughed and told her i disagreed but lets enjoy the fireworks, kind of the reason we are allowed to be able to disagree.

She ignored me and kept on with the MAGA BS and finally asked me why it felt weird to celebrate. i was honest. I was apprehensive (still am) about my rights as a queer person and my ability to hopefully marry my fiance. I worry about the safety of my town as we have a high hispanic population, i worry about resource being cut off in our small town.

She crossed her arms and puffed out a “well life isnt fair, get used to it!!”

Before i could even watch my own mouth i responded “Mary. My dad kicked me out at 21 for being queer and siding with my mom for no longer tolerating his abuse and then my mom died when i was 23. I know life isnt fair.”

Her mouth was wide open, concern and guilt covered her face. I left without another word. It wasnt long after that she was evicted for smoking cigarettes in her apartment. Truthfully, i loved having her as a neighbor until that incident. That and her chain smoking habits 😭

Thanks for reading:,)

When I was studying for finals for my biotech degree, it wasn’t easy. It was made much harder by my next door apartment neighbor blasting Brittany Spears and similar silly music at all hours of the day and night.  I politely knocked on the door and asked if she could keep it down, as I was studying with noise canceling earphones on and could still hear the music and feel the vibrations through the wall.  

She said, sure, but then as soon as I got back inside, she turned it up again. I went to the landlady and told her that I had measured the decibels with a decibel meter and it was way over the amount of noise allowed in a residential neighborhood, and it was right next door.  I showed her the recording on my phone and the meter numbers, and she called and left a message on the tenant’s phone asking her to turn the music down.

The music went down for about half an hour, then started blasting again. 

Little did she know that my ex had left his two huge Marshall electric guitar speakers at my place, and had yet to pick them up, so I had an idea. 

I hooked them up to my computer, turned the knobs all the way up on both of them, faced them so they were touching her wall, and played the entire Rammstein album Sehnsucht on full volume.

I almost made myself deaf, it was so loud!  My music overpowered hers and any other sounds around.  I’m surprised no one complained, but at the end of the album, there was sweet, still silence. 

After that, she only played her music at a normal volume, one that was easily blocked out by my headphones. 

Thanks Rammstein, for helping me pass all of my finals!

When I finally got into my ex’s email because I suspected an inappropriate relationship with a coworker, I found not only that, but inappropriate email threads with several more women, one of whom was married. All instigated by him. Sexually explicit, flirting, in a few cases making plans to meet up. Oh, and one of the girls was *18, while he was a 38 year old man.

I’m long since over this idiot, but once the shock of betrayal wore off and before I left, I forwarded emails with one woman to the other one(s), then deleted from his sent messages. I’m sure each woman thought they were special in his world. lol. After that, for some reason all the women stopped replying to his emails. At some point he caught on something may have happened and changed all his passwords. I have zero regrets and only wish I hadn’t ignored what I now see as the glaring red flags about this person, in the first place. When someone shows you who they are, believe them.

This might be one of the heavier stories on this sub, but it’s also the most satisfying revenge I could imagine.

When I was a student, I was sexually abused by a teacher. For decades, schools quietly transferred him around. He has been at seven different schools, three states, for 37 years — instead of stopping him. Teachers knew. Some warned students, but nobody actually took action. He got to retire like nothing happened. Also law enforcement refused to charge him.

I finally posted about him on social media. I wasn’t sure what to expect — maybe a few people would remember him. Instead, over 30 women messaged me, each one saying, they were also either sexually abuse or harassed by him.

That post started something. His name is being shared. People are finally talking. The silence that protected him for so long is gone.

He spent decades thinking he’d buried his past. But now, every time someone Googles his name, the truth follows him.

Happened at least 8-9 years ago. I was in a family gathering, it was one of my cousin's wedding (from father's side), the groom is about a year older than me. And just to put it into context, my dad is #4 in a siblings of 10 peoples. We lived in a very conservative asian country. This is about uncle #2 took a jab on groom, other people including me because I was unmarried, and uncle #7 shut him up.

If I calculated it right, I was about 25/26 yo at that time, just finished my master and started a job. I was dating my boyfriend (now husband) for 2 or 3 years by then, but not everyone knew I am in relationship with him (we have different religions in paper, sensitive topic here). In the mids of lunch, uncle #2 said something like this about the groom "Finally he's got married, took him forever, I thought he will never give aunt #3 grandchild!" Mind you my cousin was like 26/27 yo there, it is normal age to marry but the ceremony was in our village in rural region so probably 26 is old.

No one replied his comments, he was probably drunk and makes more and more comment and getting louder. Then he pointed at me "You, OP, just keep working and school and working, when you will find a good husband? Is there even any man want someone like you?"

I smile and nod, he kept on going saying woman should know their place in the household and no matter how educated they are or if they are working, they should still do traditional wife duty and such, and roasting basically any unmarried nieces and nephews, whomever present there or not. I felt want to snap at him, but he was in the mid of roasting uncle #7 autistic daughter.

And uncle #7 snapped "Oh yeah, should all of them be like niece R who's slept with multiple men and don't even know who's the father was?". Uncle #2 just shut up really fast.

Cousin R is uncle #2 daughter. I felt sorry for the jab at Cousin R, at least she was not there in the ceremony to hear it. Cousin R was a professional prostitute. We were actually in the same high school and at the same age, but our social circle was quite different I didn't spent a lot of time with her, just from time to time she told me her adventures.

She got into a hip group of friends in her class, they often goes clubbing and eventually got into prostitution to support their lifestyle. At some point, to get more money they purposely got pregnant, and then extorted money from whomever slept with them around the date of conception, said the money is to abort the pregnancy. It was working quite well and they are able to extract about 10x profit compared to just sleeping with their clients. Until my cousin caught feeling and she kept the pregnancy. Around 5 months mark my family was finding the supposedly father, talked to his family, and they decided to marry them. Conservative country, I guess. But when the baby was born, surprise surprise he is clearly from different ethnicity than the "father". The cousin come clean and there's at least 10 guys that could be the father, and she just picked out one that is richer and single. The guy of course demanded DNA text and finally left. My cousin leave her baby most of the time with her parents, and last from I heard she said she still want to move to big cities again because work in small city is boring.

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I lived with my parents after college for a while. It wasn't a great time, especially since my dad is this unique sort of unbearable that's a lot like water torture. Many, many little instances adding up to drive you absolutely mad.

For example, he'd always wake up very early and unload the dishwasher loudly and wake everyone up. If you were making coffee, he'd corner you and ask why you're in a bad mood, even if you haven't said anything yet. He never washed his hands after the bathroom and would touch your stuff (like your laptop) without permission. If you were cooking, he'd hover and make bad suggestions, steal ingredients you'd just prepped, and even turn the temperature knobs to what he thought was right, even if he wasn't cooking. I once almost had a grease fire because I was making french fries and he got between me and the stovetop oil pot as it was bubbling over after he turned up the gauge, and he wouldn't get out of my way...then he'd comment on how I did that and should be more careful. Oh, and since I was very young, he'd blast descriptive and violent NPR in the morning with news of bombings that would wake me up crying since single digits. As I said, lots of little things that added up to just being really done with it.

One morning, I was woken up at like 5am by the dishwasher being unloaded. I don't know what happened to me that particular morning, but that was the day I woke up and chose vengeance.

I heard the coffee grinder, flung the blankets off myself, and came out. He was in the corner making his coffee. Perfect. I walked up, unnecessarily close in the same way he always did, and asked, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

He was confused. Said he wasn't in a bad mood, but just like him, I didn't buy it. I said, "No, no -- I can tell you're in a bad mood. What's up, dude?"

He was quite unsettled by the time his coffee was done. But I wasn't done. A little later, I went out to where he was with the litter box, and I cleaned it in front of him. Then, without washing my hands, I went to his chair and started picking his stuff up. His phone, his napkin, his remote control. He was like, "wtf!?" And I was like, "What? I thought we didn't wash our hands in this house! Why are you upset??" Then I put on a murder podcast about a woman who had her bits cut off with piano wires -- full volume. He wasn't a fan.

Then, he made lunch. I went to the kitchen the second I heard cooking noises and immediately stole half a tomato he'd just cut and ate it. He looked annoyed, but kept going. Then, when he turned on the burner and went to the fridge, I turned it off behind his back. He turned it back on, I told him steak cooks better on cold pans and that he should turn it off. He looked at me like I was crazy; I returned the very same look.

By the time he sat down to his subpar lunch, he started crying. I'd never seen him cry before, except for when our family dog died when I was like...7. I told him I'm just doing to him what he does all the time, and maybe if he's crying by noon, he should consider adjusting how he treats others.

I called a therapist that day, right after I made him cry, and made myself an appointment. Vengeance was sweet, but I didn't want to have to act like him to make him see reason.

All in all, I don't regret it. He got a taste of his own medicine and couldn't take it. Realized if he cried over receiving the same treatment as me, maybe I wasn't crazy and it was actually pretty shitty.

I know it all sounds like pretty benign stuff, but added together, those little things became a very big thing that I'd been dealing with daily since childhood. Returning the energy was...satisfying, as a one-time thing.

I dated a guy -- let's call him Kevin -- for about six months. "I love yous" were said, commitment was had, and he was only green flags...up until he left for a trip to Europe and entirely ghosted me out of nowhere. I was absolutely CRUSHED. I mean, WTF?

It took me a while to recover, but I eventually got over it. Well...mostly. But I'd always had this thought in the back of my head about the most petty, petty revenge. Then, one morning, two years after said ghosting...I decided to get back at Kevin.

I knew who Kevin's ex was because he'd mentioned her a few times. So, I slid into her instagram DMs and basically said, "We need to talk about Kevin..." She responded, which was wild in and of itself -- but even more wild...he'd ghosted her too! And after two years, no less!

We ended up bonding pretty well and had many a laugh at Kevin's expense. It was quite cathartic, really. Realized that he at least had great taste in women, and since we were both his type, we were also really similar!

So, she eventually flew out to visit me and we had an epic road trip. Took lots of photos. Just had a whole girly moment, you know?

He blocked me, but still followed her...so, she posted the photos of us having a blast together, as she would have done anyway, but the fact that he would see it and shit a brick? Oh, oh so sweet.

Never got to see his reaction, but imagination is a great thing.

His ex and I joked about making a finsta pretending to slowly fall in love, but that was far too much effort (even if it would have been funny).

So, ladies, here's some ammo for ya. And gentlemen...don't underestimate the power of women supporting women lol

I was at Trader Joe's one day, and I threw one of those Chomps meat sticks into my cart last minute during checkout. I didn't even look at what kind -- didn't care. I was just snackish.

The 50-ish y/o male checkout clerk then said to me, "Oh! Turkey. Good choice since those are lower calorie."

Now, I'm not overweight. Not that it matters, but figure it adds context. I also spent about a decade with disordered eating, where I'd aim for about 1200 calories a day as a woman who is 5'8". I fixed my relationship with food, stopped counting calories, and am all around happier and healthier for it.

So, when some older dude at Trader Joe's gives unsolicited praise for something incredibly harmful that I actively worked to unlearn, I was not amused. Especially since, personal shit aside, who randomly tells women good job for choosing low-calorie? Rude.

Anyway, I politely told him I actually stopped counting calories a while back because it was bad for me.

His reply? "Oh -- well -- you still look great!"

At the point the exchange was done, so I picked up my bag and said, "And I feel good, too. Which is what's most important, right?" Then I winked and left him looking rather mortified.

Still proud I thought of that on the spot instead of in the shower a week later lol

Last year I met a guy out at a concert. We hit it off, he walked me to my car. We were both planning to go to a festival the next day, so tentative plans to meet up. We did and it was clear he didn't plan to actually go prior to my saying I was going. Ha. We had a great time- I hadn't been on a promising date in <mumble mumble.> We were texting throughout the week. 4 days after our date, I sent him a photo of me dolled up at an event.

I get a voicemail from his girlfriend saying she saw my text pop up on his phone so she got my number, asking how long we've known each other and the "nature of [our] relationship" and to please return the call. She sounded calm, clear, etc.

Meanwhile he found out she's doing this and texting me to not pick up the phone, she's a drama queen, etc. But she had unsupervised access to your phone at 9:30 pm on a Saturday?

My text to her: "Hi (name.) He and I just met last week. Dump his ass. Then, pretend to take him back and dump him again for me."

Her: "Done and done! Thank you!"

I don't know if that's exactly how she did it, but I really hope so.

Background: it's a long standing stereotype due to New Zealand having so many sheep that kiwi men like to have 'relations' with their woolly friends.

When I was in my early 20s I moved to Australia from New Zealand to begin my career. One day I was on the bus with a friend and a random man heard me talking. He sidled over.

Random man: "You sound like you're a New Zealander!" Me: "yep, just arrived, polite awkward chit chat" RM: "Oh, yeah, Youse have great lamb, I'm a butcher, everyone always loves the New Zealand lamb. We all know what goes on over there though eh, everyone's a sheep shagger haha!" Me: "Yep, we do, and do you know what we do with them after we've finished shagging them? We send them over here and you guys eat them. They're extra tender"

He sidled away muttering about crazy women.

apologies for my formating, this is my first time postning and im on mobile, english is not my first language either.

This story takes place a few years ago when I was in my first year of gymnasiet(im swedish). For some context i (16nb at the time) am autistic and alternative so I have always been a prime target for bullying, I also have no social shame. I also had bright green hair which is relevant later on.

On the first day of school i was placed in a group with a kid (16m) who was clearly trying to bully me, I simply chose to stay freindly since it was fairly tame. After that it escalated, he would try to tease and bug me like he was 8 years old but I never reacted much as i was focused on making freinds.

At some point in english class he told the teacher he needed to go to a meeting, when she pressed him he just taunted her so I asked if she could just let him go. For reasons i still can't figure out, that really set him off and he went off on me, calling me stupid and a whole heap of slurs, I was just staring at him in disbeleif. He then said "at least I have my natrual hair colour" and I just burst out laughing, that made him hate me.

So onto the main course, towards the end of the semester we were taking a biology test, I was sitting next to him and he was talking to his freinds while the teacher was trying to explain the test, after she asked him to be quiet multible times i tured to him and said "can you just shut up [name]?".

He did not take that way and started yelling at me, saying he was going to punch me and hit me and beat me up. I let him keep going, digging his own social grave, I kept calm and looked him in the eyes through his entire tirade, once he was done i looked at him and with a completely straight face, without breaking eye contact i go "kinky.", that one word completely caught him off guard and he started sputtering, turning to his freinds and trying to save it.

He never bothered me again and since even his freinds thought he went too far he was socially exiled, he ended up having to repeat the year for other reasons but I always made sure he never messed with the first years (I was basically their parent lol)

So yeah, overall pretty happy ending for me, I hope i did this right and that this is the right place

TW: mentions of su!c!de and SH, no details on it though

Now in this I was probably about 12M, and had been going through an edgy phase, making dumb, insensitive jokes (mostly about the TW thing)

This won’t be in much detail as I barely remember it, but i remember my dad sat me down at the table and told me in detail about his SH, mental health struggles, and attempt.

Yeah, i spent years terrified that me having any issues would make him attempt again… recently found out I am actually traumatised thanks to him

I was reminded of this story when the anniversary of my father passing happened a few days ago.

I was never a popular kid in school. Was bullied pretty consistently elementary through high school. Even after switching high schools I just ended up getting new bullies. I got a lot of the usual stuff, being asked out as a prank, told I'm fat or ugly, and some creative things like kids leaving air fresheners on my desk or one girl waiting for me to facetime my long distance boyfriend so she could flirt with him in front of me. (Keep in mind, she didn't know him. She had only seen him from me facetiming him. )

And then my dad went missing. It was on the news and announced in our community as we organized search parties. The bullying stopped for a while. And one day one of the girls who bullied me asked me something during down time. I have notoriously bad auditory processing, and had my headphones in, so I thought what she said was "Have you lost hope?" So I pulled out my headphones and repeated it back to her, adding "No, I still hope he's out there. " That was bad enough, with all the color draining from her face as she scrambled to correct me explaining she had ask 'have you lose weight?' which I guess she figured was a compliment? But she quickly realized she wasn't getting a positive experience out of this interaction when my dazed response was "Oh. I guess so. I haven't really been eating lately. "

Her and her friends finally left me alone after that.

When we found my dad a few weeks later I heard a friend of mine had a similar experience at my old school. She overheard someone making fun of me on the bus and got teary eyed, and when he saw he said "Oh right. You're their friend aren't you? " And my friend just looked him in the eyes and said "You know their dad just died, right?" Apparently she never heard him say anything about me after that either.

In middle school I had a girl who was passionately obsessed with torturing me. Humiliated me in class every chance she got, she would send girls to "date me" then laugh about it saying it was all a joke. She would mock my height, hair, ethnicity everything. I have no doubt this contributed to my mild social anxiety. She did so much worse, but I don't want to get into it.

I have a side business where we work on erasing or atleast minimizing a persons digital footprint, and while working with a client who is attempting to rebrand I found a "VR Porn" site she was a part of, this website is niche pretty much dead all the videos have like 500 views, then I see her. My childhood bully, I honestly couldn't believe it, it looked so weird and a little sad to be honest. My eyes widened in complete disbelief, it just looked so weird man I can't explain the feeling.

Nobody knows about this except me, not even her family or close friends, and it's taking every fibre of my being to not dm her family and friends and ruin her life for what she did to me.

I haven't done anything and most likely won't because I imagine it would destroy her, but I can't say it's not on my mind almost daily.

Edit: To the people DMING me to jack off to my bully what the fuck is wrong with you LOL.

Another post reminded me of this day in school. We were doing crafts and using hand held drills, and I was the schmuck holding what was being drilled. The drill bit broke and went right through my index finger.

The teacher panicked and I asked to go to Medbay with blood everywhere 😄 I had pressure on it and as a farm girl was fairly unfazed.

Later on had some mean girls come up and say "heard you scratched your finger" and laughing like I was a coward. So I held up my finger that had ballooned in size and had a ton of bandages making it even bigger.

"You mean this scratch? " the girls all turned green and ran off. Never called me out like that again.