Not always. I was extremely bullied. This was long before anti-bullying campaigns. In the day and age in which I was bullied, it was almost expected that you would be bullied. It was almost a right of passage. You had to learn to either fight back, run away, or hide under a rock somewhere. Bullies are going to be everywhere, my dear. The world is full of bullies. They are a dime a dozen and come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, and ages. You have to learn to stand up for yourself. I'm not promoting physical violence by any means, but in my day, that was all we had. Of course back then, we didn't really have school shootings every other week, so a fight at school didn't trigger a full blown national security crisis. I knocked a few people on their a$$es, and visa versa, I got my a$$ beat down a few times. But one thing I never let the bastards have, and that was the satisfaction of me cowering or bowing down. But today, use your words and your wits, not your fists. You can let bullying make you a stronger person, or you can just hand the bullies the trophy, and cower down. Again, bullies are everywhere. You have to learn to stand up for yourself. If we are just talking about words, what the hell is the problem? I would have given anything if the only thing bullies did in my day was say something unkind. I could have easily lived with that. What people say only matters if you let it matter. If they are just shooting off their mouths, ignore them. Who cares what they think. It is obvious you care TOO much about what they think. Toughen up. Life gets much harder than words. And you are wrong, bullying does not permanently damage you. Again, it only does if YOU let it. I sure as hell am not permanently damaged. I know what I want in life, and I go out and get it. Nothing stands in my way. I've been very successful. I don't have PTSD, depression, anxiety or anything else. I would have been damned if I let them have the satisfaction of giving me those things, so I refused to have them. I am enjoying my life. Last I heard, most of my bullies were either dead from drug or alcohol abuse, going through a third divorce and filing for bankruptcy, and one of them got so fat he can't even hardly move. Funny how once they get out of high school and stop playing sports, they just keep piling on the pounds. Saw him in the grocery store not long ago. I wanted to go kick his cane out from under him, but then I remembered I didn't need to. All I had to do was walk up, smile, shake his hand and ask him how he has been. It's obvious how we have both been doing, and my life is certainly going much better. That's all the satisfaction I needed.