Were you bullied?

I think this would be a natural problem for straight schizoids. It`s funny to have someone to pick and laugh at. That`s brutal,but at least it`s true. But me being a secret shizoid,never experienced this. Still to this day there aren`t one person in my county who has something negative to say about be, because i don`t people a chance. I play my card as a poker star!

I was both verbally and physically bullied throughout my school years. I assume it was because I had very few friends and spent a lot of time by myself during lunch hours.

Yeah, in school from 13-16 years. Not later in life especially as I have been weight lifting for 20 years and no normal person would try it now. But those three years in school might have been the thing that has broken me in the end. I probably has an anxious disposition but these days I get very stressed and anxious for nothing and somewhat paranoid.

I've been bullied from when kids became old enough to know how to, so like from when I was 4-5 years old. I had a few unfortunate traits that made me a target, but not because of being schizoid. I was a normal kid with only some schizoid tendencies, mostly inability to function well with others despite wanting and trying to.
School just made it from bad to worse when kids grew into social groups, I was essentially at the bottom of the mudpool.

It all turned though when a big gear in my head turned when I was 9 or 10 years old and I started becoming full schizoid. After that I took fixing bullying as a social project and half a year later I wasn't bullied anymore.

I was bullied in increasing intensity from kindergarten through the start of ninth grade, coupled with abuse from my father. For most of that time, I was hypersensitive to it, very high-strung, until I finally crashed around the time I turned 15. After a year of agoraphobia, I emerged a very different person: Detached, calm, and seemingly careless where once I'd been overcome by anxiety. The old Julian is still somewhere deep inside, and has shown himself on occasion via panic attacks in extreme situations, but that's a shattered, broken psyche.

Yes and No.

On retrospect 95% of the laughter was because I did something awesome but I didn't have the perspection to see it and took it negatively.

The other 5% was someone who would tease me for most of the years at the school but I think he just had a gay crush on me.

So.. I'll let you decide whether or not I was bullied

In high school I was called "douche bag" or, simply, "douche." I was called "douche" so many times that it became my internal name. My last name should have been Massengill. My peers were very cruel to me, talked behind my back, whispered about me, flat-out insulted me. I did nothing in response. I never defended myself. Never. Even ... under ... direct ... attack. I was afraid of retaliation -- both physically and, more threateningly, emotionally. My self-esteem was in the sub-basement. Looking back I think if my peers had even halfway accepted me I would have been a much healthier person today. They really did a number on me. They just didn't like me. They thought I was the weirdest guy on the planet. And they never let me forget it. Not even for a minute. Relaxed moments were non-existent.

I'm a secret schizoid, and I was bullied all through elementary school, up to the end of the seventh grade. But bullying in girl-world - at least in my experience - doesn't involve physical altercations. It was all social isolation and ostracizing, with occasional malicious manipulation. I'd be invited to play with a group of girls, and then they'd either spend the whole time putting me down, or they wouldn't show up at all. I might go a few weeks as part of a group, seemingly accepted, but then they'd kick me out and use anything personal I'd shared with them against me.

All this stuff clearly reinforced my schizoid tendencies, but I think being schizoid also kind of saved me. These girls all assumed that being isolated was the worst thing that could happen to you. I always liked being alone. Going through the cycle of acceptance and rejection was always painful for me, but being isolated was not.

My high school was very small, and bullying wasn't tolerated. I was seen as a little weird, but by that time most of my outer, social self was in place, and kids either didn't interact with me, or came to me for advice. I still spent a lot of time alone, but no one set out on purpose to isolate or abuse me.

Self esteem was never a factor for me. I understood from a very early age that I was different, and I was okay with that. I never wanted to be like the other kids, especially when I saw how cruel and abusive they could be.

This is my main problem and cause. It started in the neighborhood where I was attacked by 5-6 years older kids (closest relatives included) at the age of maybe 10 and it moved then into the school...

I think I was bullied and made fun of quite a bit, but it didn't bother me very much. Most of the time I didn't fully recognize that I was being made fun of. When I did recognize it, it made me mad, but I didn't let it affect me much. The thing I hated most was stupid questions like, "Why don't you ever talk?" or better yet "Is there something wrong with you?" I don't think questions like that were really bullying because most of those kids probably weren't being malicious, just nosy and insensitive.