r/traumatizeThemBack

I posted awhile back with the savage text from a fired coworker. I thought I'd update what I have found out. Sorry if this isn't the place but trust, the flair is there for a reason.

So I soon left the company myself and wound up in a job that not only treats me right while also appreciating me, they pay me well and give me raises. My coworker also has a new job that respects him and treats him well. He actually is being paid a lot more than the clinics were paying (while they tried to convince everyone no one paid better than them).

So on to the update. All the good workers left because of the manager. They can't make sales. Once the top three sellers left, my coworker, myself, and one other coworker not mentioned, things just went downhill fast from what I was told. Almost all full clinics are half clinics now. They run like a crap show as well as most people don't know what they're doing nor care while the ones that did are leaving.

The manager and the little clique thinking they run everything is just firing people left and right, good people too that were at least trying to hold on, to try to justify themselves I guess or feel better about whatever is making them so miserable. My theory is they just don't want anyone working there that they think can do the job better than them.

I truly feel so bad for anyone who applies there but yeah, sounds like this manager sunk what used to be a high selling district, turning it into half clinics and losing other clinics left and right due to the lack of sales. Yeah, so maybe the catch phrase is, Where the pets go, but I'll always say, It's where the workers leave.

OG post: https://www.reddit.com/r/traumatizeThemBack/s/pqEh97uQeS

My coworker's update on his response back: https://www.reddit.com/r/traumatizeThemBack/s/EY0oovNmcQ

Hello
My friend is about to move out from an awful roommate (emotional manipulation,disrespect and brings her equally as horrible boyfriend over constantly)How do we get revenge without being caught or causing too much damage ?

I hope this is allowed, I need tips to traumatize a group of people back…

In my city, there’s a small group of Christian whackos who go to any and all public events with their megaphones and scream fire and brimstone, call people names, call women whores, etc….you get the idea. These are primarily family events where there are many with small kids.

I already have an ultra loud, amplified megaphone. I’ve got some loud portable speakers. What can I do, legally, to really get under their skin in a way that:

1 - makes them look even more ridiculous than they already make themselves look?

2 - keep it family friendly?

I’m a big dude and, as such, not afraid of physical intimidation. I live in a stand your ground state, so I’m in my right to defend myself from any physical assault.

One thought I had was to get a donation jar with price list on it that outlines how much and to which nonprofit organization I’ll donate to for each time they threaten someone with eternal damnation, say a prayer in public, etc.

Any input is welcome and appreciated!

It was a beautiful evening. The sun hasn't set yet. I[22M] was riding with my "friend" let's name him J[21M, to KFC for the Wednesday Offer. I was already traumatized for being belittled and treated like a piece of body waste of a canine. I needed to get back at J somehow. He owed a lot of money to me, and caused severe psychological suffering. While on the way, we happened to find our mates, who got themselves into an accident of some kind. M looked completely unconscious and bleeding from his head. S was holding M's head on his lap, while sitting on the ground. As soon as J saw them, his emotions were all lit up like the sun. He was very concerned about what happened to them and wanted to help them. As I saw my classmates unconscious body lying on the lap of the other one, bleeding from his head, I thought he was already dead, and yet I didn't even feel a bit of pity, infact I was disgusted by the over exaggerated reactions of my "friend" showing a considerable amount of emotions during the event that was infront of us. As I watched him help his friends into a vehicle and set out to the hospital, I was barely controlling my rage breaking, remembering all the times I was humiliated, all the times I was treated as a fly, while he was giving me advices about going back, all I was thinking was he was showing quite the concern towards them, but not me. I wondered why? I thought. Maybe it's because I am nothing but an easy push-over. Someone that can easily be taken slightly off. I was extremely disgusted by the concern that J was exhibiting. I remembered all the times he ignored me, and now looking at his mate being hurt, this offspring of a canine was showing various emotions at the same time. I was nauseous and wanted to vomit. I was even thinking of my meal being delayed because of this roadblock which I considered as a major inconvenience. They were sent on their way to the hospital. We went back to park their ride and we were on our way to KFC. I sure was hungry. But I also had a spectacular plan. A simply answer of no. He thought of visiting them in the hospital after the meal. Poor little thing thought, we would go through that road. I said that the road was bad and we should go through the highway. He expressions were quite bad during the meal. Like something was upsetting him. And I knew what it was. He was worried about the severity of the condition his mate was in. And I wanted to keep it that way. I wanted him to suffer psychologically as I have suffered because of him. I knew I'll never see the day that my money will ever be returned. But his despair was priceless to me. It was sweeter than all the treats I could have bought with the debt he owed.

I was 16[M]. I was going through a phase. I was always upset. About everything and everyone. My grades were canine bodily wastes. I was psychologically nuclear. And while I was having these extremely hateful thoughts about myself, then came K[M15]. A straight 'A' student. We quickly became "friends" because we both lived in the same locality. With all his knowledge and discipline. Thinking he was so much better than everyone else cause he's so intelligent and being so smug about it. Rubbing his thing all over everyone's faces. Like that was their rightful place. Always acting hyper concentrated in class, making himself and everyone believe in him that he can't risk wasting even a second. Well, I guess he wasn't smart enough to know not to fall into the bespoke spike pit, I made especially for him. I made him walk on the red carpet. It was quite the mess. I was so successful in doing it. I thought, how should I make this person who's so full of himself fall from 'Mount Narcissist'. We walk around the block after school everyday. During these walks, he used to boast about the A+ grades he got while knowing I was a dull student. He was silently antagonizing me to become a villain by dropping sarcastic and narcissistic dialogues. My rage was piling up day by day, fueling my fury. I was being psychologically tortured. At least that's what I chose to believe. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't able to control it for any longer. He had severely traumatized me.

One day, I had a thought experiment. Will I be able to manipulate a person into doing something by making myself do it first in front of them. K was the perfect guinea pig. I knew for sure that he would fall for my trap. Spoiler:- He did. On a particular day, I chose to begin my project. I had a sharp object in my hand. It was the primary tool for a successful mission. And my primary victim K was ready for his Las Vegas Style buffet awaiting him. The buffet contained a sudden change in becoming rebellious through manipulation, a whole world of pain, and psychological trauma for the many years to come.

The mission being casually passing by multiple car, and keying them without a change in my demeanor, while talking with K, making sure that K explicitly saw what I was doing. The next day, I found an even juicier fish. I knew for sure that if I missed this opportunity, I might have to do multiple runs. But, as soon as I saw it, I aggressively bit my teeth and ate it from head to toe. I got K by his family jewels. This secured the idea into K's mind through my manipulative tactics, which turned out to be highly effective. I immediately stopped after the first two days. My plan was directly implanted into K's thick skull. After a week or so; Me, K and J were passing by, and then just as I anticipated in the beginning, K finally did it. But what I didn't anticipate was the owner already being inside it. As K was already halfway through it, the sleeping owner burst out like an angry raging bull. Me and J instinctively ran as a rush of adrenaline was pumped into our veins. While running, I saw in an instant that K got caught. I had a devilish smile on my face. And I kept running. As fast as Hermes. We found cover and waited until the heat cooled down. We went back to the place and saw K, K's mom and his cousin. K was totally wrecked. His face was all cherry red. He got slapped real hard. He was badly roughened up, badly beaten up. K's mom was arguing with the owner, threatening to call the cops. The owner left after the scuffle.

We both were summoned to K's house for an intervention. We reached the place. K was sitting on the sofa silently. He didn't talk much. Or maybe he couldn't. I mean who would. After doing such a nasty deed and getting caught. I was laughing uncontrollably on the inside. It was loud enough to reach the edges of the world. But, then K's mom was acting all entitled. That we ran away instead of being on K's side. Ma'am, I'm not your son's personal bodyguard. I'm not obliged to take the fall for YOUR son's F-ups. And then the cousin started intervening. Saying things like friendship means being loyal. Not abandoning them when the moment arises. She called us scum and cowards.

I was honestly happy that not only was I able to get back at K, but also his family. The results of the experiment have turned out to be a thousandfold of what I expected earlier. The results were beyond my wildest expectations. Never in my dreams did I think it was going to work. But it did. It was a success. I was a success. I successfully manipulated him into doing my bidding, without even specifically interacting with him about the mission. I F-ing did it.

The storm settled, but the psychological damage I inflicted was still radiating.

His Dad was unavailable at that moment. And I have met him only a couple of times before. We never talked about it later. EVER! After a few months, we had a chat. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. His Dad was asking what I was going to do with my life. I said I wasn't sure. I don't have any current plans. I'm just going with the flow of the river, the river being my sad excuse for a life. The reaction that I expected finally came. His Dad recommended that I watch a specific final dialogue of the protagonist of a certain movie.

I viewed it after reaching home. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them and that those without any goals should pass away as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

I finally got the conclusion I wanted. I was capable of triggering even his Dad to the point that he would indirectly tell me to shorten my period of time in this world because I was useless and pathetic. He must have had this pent up anger towards me to burst out like an active volcano after being so silent all these months after the incident.

Edit:- This is my third upload. I wrote a 100% original story all on my own and my post was removed by the clown mods. I don't even know what to say except most sub reddit's are biased and don't want to let people speak. And we all know when the last time that happened, during World War II. Now, I honestly believe the moderators of this sub are Nazis.

I was 16[M]. I was going through a phase. I was always upset. About everything and everyone. My grades were 🐶 tu*ds. I was psychologically nuclear. And while I was having these extremely hateful thoughts about myself, then came K[M15]. A straight 'A' student. We quickly became "friends" because we both lived in the same locality. With all his knowledge and discipline. Thinking he was so much better than everyone else cause he's so 🤓 and being so smug about it. Rubbing his thing all over everyone's faces. Like that was their rightful place. Always acting hyper concentrated in class, making himself and everyone believe in him that he can't risk wasting even a second. Well, I guess he wasn't smart enough to know not to fall into the bespoke 🗡️ 🕳️, I made especially for him. I made him walk on the red carpet. It was quite the 🩸 one. I was so successful in doing it. I 🤔, how should I make this person who's so full of himself fall from 'Mount Narcissist'. We walk around the block after 🏫 everyday. During these walks, he used to boast about the A+ grades he got while knowing I was a dull student. He was silently antagonizing me to become a villain by dropping sarcastic and narcissistic dialogues. My rage was piling up day by day, ⛽ my fury. I was being psychologically tortured. At least that's what I chose to believe. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't able to control it for any longer. He had severely traumatized me.

One day, I had a thought experiment. Will I be able to manipulate a person into doing something by making myself do it first in front of them. K was the perfect guinea 🐷. I knew for sure that he would fall for my 🪤. Spoiler:- He did. On a particular day, I chose to begin my project. I had a sharp object in my hand. It was the primary tool for a successful mission. And my primary victim K was ready for his Las Vegas Style buffet awaiting him. The buffet contained a sudden change in becoming rebellious through manipulation, a whole world of pain, and psychological trauma for the many years to come.

The mission being casually passing by multiple 🚗, and keying them without a change in my demeanor, while talking with K, making sure that K explicitly saw what I was doing. The next day, I found an even juicier 🐟. I knew for sure that if I missed this opportunity, I might have to do multiple runs. But, as soon as I saw it, I aggressively bit my teeth and ate it from head to toe. I got K by the ⚽s. This secured the 💡 into K's 🧠 through my manipulative tactics, which turned out to be highly effective. I immediately stopped after the first two days. My plan was directly implanted into K's thick 💀. After a week or so; Me, K and J were passing by, and then just as I anticipated in the beginning, K finally did it. But what I didn't anticipate was the owner already being inside it. As K was already halfway through it, the sleeping owner burst out like an 😡 raging 🐂. Me and J instinctively ran as a rush of adrenaline was pumped into our veins. While running, I saw in an instant that K got caught. I had a 😈 on my face. And I kept running. As fast as Hermes. We found cover and waited until the heat cooled down. We went back to the place and saw K, K's mom and his cousin. K was totally wrecked. His face was all 🍒 red. He got slapped real hard. He was badly roughened up, 🤕. K's mom was arguing with the owner, threatening to call the 🚓. The owner left after the scuffle.

We both were summoned to K's 🏡 for an intervention. We reached the place. K was sitting on the 💺 silently. He didn't talk much. Or maybe he couldn't. I mean who would. After doing such a 🤢 deed and getting caught. I was 😂 uncontrollably on the inside. It was loud enough to reach the edges of the world. But, then K's mom was acting all entitled. That we ran away instead of being on K's side. Ma'am, I'm not your son's personal bodyguard. I'm not obliged to take the fall for YOUR son's F-ups. And then the cousin started intervening. Saying things like friendship means being loyal. Not abandoning them when the moment arises. She called us scum and cowards.

I was honestly 😁 that not only was I able to get back at K, but also his family. The results of the experiment have turned out to be a thousandfold of what I expected earlier. The results were beyond my wildest expectations. Never in my dreams did I 🤔 it was going to work. But it did. It was a success. I was a success. I successfully manipulated him into doing my bidding, without even specifically interacting with him about the mission. I F-ing did it.

The 🌪️ settled, but the psychological damage I inflicted was still radiating ☢️.

His Dad was unavailable at that moment. And I have met him only a couple of times before. We never talked about it later. EVER! After a few months, we had a chat. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. His Dad was asking what I was going to do with my life. I said I wasn't sure. I don't have any current plans. I'm just going with the flow of the river, the river being my 😭 excuse for a 🧬. The reaction that I expected finally came. His Dad recommended that I watch a specific final dialogue of the protagonist of a certain 🎥.

I viewed it after reaching 🏠. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them—and that those without any goals should ☠️ as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

I finally got the conclusion I wanted. I was capable of triggering even his Dad to the point that he would indirectly tell me to shorten my period of time in this world because I was useless and pathetic. He must have had this pent up 🤬 towards me to burst out like an 🌋 after being so 😶 all these months after the incident.

Edit:- This is my second upload. I wrote a 100% original story all on my own and my post was removed by the 🤡 mods. I don't even know what to say except most sub reddit's are biased and don't want to let people speak. And we all know when the last time that happened, during World War II.

[supprimé]

I was 16[M]. I was going through a phase. I was always upset. About everything and everyone. My grades were 🐶 tu*ds. I was psychologically nuclear. And while I was having these extremely hateful thoughts about myself, then came K[M15]. A straight 'A' student. We quickly became "friends" because we both lived in the same locality. With all his knowledge and discipline. Thinking he was so much better than everyone else cause he's so 🤓 and being so smug about it. Rubbing his thing all over everyone's faces. Like that was their rightful place. Always acting hyper concentrated in class, making himself and everyone believe in him that he can't risk wasting even a second. Well, I guess he wasn't smart enough to know not to fall into the bespoke 🗡️ 🕳️, I made especially for him. I made him walk on the red carpet. It was quite the 🩸 one. I was so successful in doing it. I 🤔, how should I make this person who's so full of himself fall from 'Mount Narcissist'. We walk around the block after 🏫 everyday. During these walks, he used to boast about the A+ grades he got while knowing I was a dull student. He was silently antagonizing me to become a villain by dropping sarcastic and narcissistic dialogues. My rage was piling up day by day, ⛽ my fury. I was being psychologically tortured. At least that's what I chose to believe. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't able to control it for any longer. He had severely traumatized me.

One day, I had a thought experiment. Will I be able to manipulate a person into doing something by making myself do it first in front of them. K was the perfect guinea 🐷. I knew for sure that he would fall for my 🪤. Spoiler:- He did. On a particular day, I chose to begin my project. I had a sharp object in my hand. It was the primary tool for a successful mission. And my primary victim K was ready for his Las Vegas Style buffet awaiting him. The buffet contained a sudden change in becoming rebellious through manipulation, a whole world of pain, and psychological trauma for the many years to come.

The mission being casually passing by multiple 🚗, and keying them without a change in my demeanor, while talking with K, making sure that K explicitly saw what I was doing. The next day, I found an even juicier 🐟. I knew for sure that if I missed this opportunity, I might have to do multiple runs. But, as soon as I saw it, I aggressively bit my teeth and ate it from head to toe. I got K by the ⚽s. This secured the 💡 into K's 🧠 through my manipulative tactics, which turned out to be highly effective. I immediately stopped after the first two days. My plan was directly implanted into K's thick 💀. After a week or so; Me, K and J were passing by, and then just as I anticipated in the beginning, K finally did it. But what I didn't anticipate was the owner already being inside it. As K was already halfway through it, the sleeping owner burst out like an 😡 raging 🐂. Me and J instinctively ran as a rush of adrenaline was pumped into our veins. While running, I saw in an instant that K got caught. I had 😈 on my face. And I kept running. As fast as Hermes. We found cover and waited until the heat cooled down. We went back to the place and saw K, K's mom and his cousin. K was totally wrecked. His face was all 🍒 red. He got slapped real hard. He was badly roughened up, 🤕. K's mom was arguing with the owner, threatening to call the 🚓. The owner left after the scuffle.

We both were summoned to K's 🏡 for an intervention. We reached the place. K was sitting on the 💺 silently. He didn't talk much. Or maybe he couldn't. I mean who would. After doing such a 🤢 deed and getting caught. I was 😂 uncontrollably on the inside. It was loud enough to reach the edges of the world. But, then K's mom was acting all entitled. That we ran away instead of being on K's side. Ma'am, I'm not your son's personal bodyguard. I'm not obliged to take the fall for YOUR son's F-ups. And then the cousin started intervening. Saying things like friendship means being loyal. Not abandoning them when the moment arises. She called us scum and cowards.

I was honestly 😁 that not only was I able to get back at K, but also his family. The results of the experiment have turned out to be a thousandfold of what I expected earlier. The results were beyond my wildest expectations. Never in my dreams did I 🤔 it was going to work. But it did. It was a success. I was a success. I successfully manipulated him into doing my bidding, without even specifically interacting with him about the mission. I F-ing did it.

The 🌪️ settled, but the psychological damage I inflicted was still radiating ☢️.

His Dad was unavailable at that moment. And I have met him only a couple of times before. We never talked about it later. EVER! After a few months, we had a chat. It was an unforgettable moment in my life. His Dad was asking what I was going to do with my life. I said I wasn't sure. I don't have any current plans. I'm just going with the flow of the river, the river being my 😭 excuse for a 🧬. The reaction that I expected finally came. His Dad recommended that I watch a specific final dialogue of the protagonist of a certain 🎥.

I viewed it after reaching 🏠. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them—and that those without any goals should ☠️ as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

I finally got the conclusion I wanted. I was capable of triggering even his Dad to the point that he would indirectly tell me to shorten my period of time in this world because I was useless and pathetic. He must have had this pent up 🤬 towards me to burst out like an 🌋 after being so 😶 all these months after the incident.

Me M (35) was talking to my wife F (35) she was telling me about YouTubers who she watches and how they tell revenge stories which brought up a memory about when we were at school as we went to the same one. Back in secondary/high school so I would be between 14-15 at the time had a student in the year below try and bully me hitting me calling me names ect he was just being cocky that's all nothing major, which I just mainly laughed at him for. I was a quiet kid back then so never retaliated back or anything until one day.

When it was lunchtime students could go into the science block to go on the computers to do what we wanted to play games, study that kind of stuff. The school never had parental controls on them or anything just a basic login which was assigned to each student to login on them that's all. Well I came up with an idea. I found out what this cocky kids let's call him Paul login details were. One lunchtime me along with 2-3 friends as well as Paul as he used to hang around with some of my friends as well as they used to live on the same street decided to go to the science block. We all sat down and we all signed in. There were other students there as well doing their own thing. All the computers were connected to the teachers laptop and projected on to a white board. Basically the teacher could see what everyone was doing on their laptop

The teacher that was in the room had to go out and sort something out. I thought now is my time. I asked one of my friends to turn the projector off and then turn it back on when I had finished which he complied to do. He didn't know what I was going to do apart from that I was planning on a bit of revenge, but wasn't sure what. I logged out and logged in as Paul I then proceeded to change Paul's home screen on the computer then logged out and signed back in as me, then told my friend I've finished. It all only took around 5 minutes to do, then after another 3-4 minutes then the teacher came back in and sat down at his laptop after around another 5 minutes me and my friends got up to leave and asked Paul if he was coming. Which he said yes he was just signing out. Anyway as he is closing the web browser everyone just heard the teacher shout Paul and I quote "what the hell do you call this" everyone turned around all go smacked, the teacher was red in the face me and my friends and some other students just bursting out laughing and Paul white as a ghost he had no explanation and no way of explaining it. Up on the white board was the homepage I had saved. It was a man sat down smiling with his legs spread open with is c**k on display. I can say the day after the computers had parental controls on them and Paul luckily didn't get excluded or expelled but did get a week's worth of detention for something he did not do. Afterwards when I saw Paul he never said another word to me.

Not sure if this is the right sub but it still makes me laugh to this day & the guy finally left me alone.

To start I'm 40 female & gay. I've been married to my beautiful wife since March 2024.

Back in September 2021 when my wife & I started dating we lived over an hour apart. We would try to get together during the week but whatever happened during the week we always made the commitment to take turns & visit each other at the weekend. When it was my turn I would finish work on the Friday, drive straight over there & return late on the sunday.

I'd started with my employer in July of that same year so not everyone knew alot about me & aside from my immediate colleagues, nobody knew I was gay.

There was one guy who worked in one of our warehouses who took a shine to me & would make a point of stopping by my desk every month at payday to ask me out on a date that following weekend. I always politely declined, even before I started dating my then girlfriend I still said no, for obvious reasons. I did actually say I was gay when he first asked but he laughed & thought I was joking so i stopped saying it & just simply said no thank you. He was a lovely guy, always backed off when I declined so i thought no harm. Hes just lonely maybe.

One friday, just after payday in November, it was my turn to visit & I was packing my things up ready to leave. He came in & asked what I was up to that weekend. I said I was going to Manchester. He said 'oh im heading over that way this weekend too' (course you were). He said 'so who's in Manchester then'. I looked at him dead in the eye & said 'my girlfriend'. Something clicked in his head, he walked away & never bothered me again.

Not a long story at all!

Recently at work I have been inappropriately hit on by a coworker that I know is married. That also hasn’t been the first incident for him, so I plotted a little petty revenge plan!

I put some glitter on his jacket and chair when he was gone, knowing it would stick to him.

if you know anything about glitter, you know who’s going to notice when he goes home..

I was at a bar waiting for my husband, wearing a somewhat low-cut blouse for him because it was our anniversary and we were going out for dinner after.

This was about a year after my double mastectomy for hereditary breast cancer, and my new breasts didn't quite look natural yet as they were just "settling in" and looking boyant.

I heard a group of grown women and men sitting beside me, drunk, not caring how loud they were, commenting on my breasts and saying how they hated women who had fake breasts, and how the women who had them themselves were fake, and on and on.

I finally turned to them and said, "You know what I hate more than fake breasts?" They were silent. "Breast cancer." I said.

They mumbled amongst themselves, and someone said, "Shit, sorry..." and they left shortly after.

My husband arrived, and we had a good laugh. Don't judge, you might not know the whole story.

Heyo👋
This is my first time posting here, so kinda nervous. But I posted this story on one of my socials last night, as the memory had come back to me due to the fact I've started to play with my dolls again recently, and my sister suggested that I post this here too since it seemed to fit, and is quite a funny memory that people here might enjoy. Hope that it's all properly set for this sub.

Also, quick note, being that english is not my first language, there are some things that may not sound too right, and some things I just struggled to translate in this.

So, for a quick introduction: I'm a twin who is somewhat of a doll collector alongside my sister. In the sense of, we like dolls, any dolls that we think look pretty and/or cute, we buy them when we have the money or gift it to each other.
Thing is, we've been doll crazy since very little. Which, I guess is normal for a kid, but I just say this to inform yall that, we had a lot of dolls as a kid, and would often use christmas or birthdays to ask our family to get us the latest doll, usually the more expensive ones we can't easily buy during the year. In fact, most of our dolls from our current collection comes from our childhood.

One of such dolls is an American Girl doll.
[Note: We are not from the US, we were born and raised in Brasil, these dolls (at least at the time) could not be sent internationally, BUT, we had an uncle that lived in the US and he bought one for each of us for Christmas since we really wanted them.]

Me and my sister absolutely ADORED our AG dolls, and we took them everywhere we possibly could so we could:

1. Brag about having expensive dolls from the US
2. Show off the dolls to our friends and play together with them

That included the church gatherings at friends houses called Células*

*for those who don't know, bc I have no idea what the translation is, it's basically small groups of people who gather at someone's house once or twice a week for prayers and the teaching of the lord, usually based off of their church. [Edit: Someone suggested that the closes equivilent would be Bible Study]

Anyhow, during those gatherings, the kids would be separated from the adults and taken by the group's teacher for lessons, and in this particular friend's house, an apartment complex, we'd go to the uuh, ground floor area with the pool, play area and event rooms, and we'd stay in one of these event rooms for the lessons since it had a projector and sofas. After the lessons are done, we'd be free to go around and play until our parents were done and would come down with snacks for us to eat. And important: these gatherings took place after school, at night, so there weren't many people outside in the ground floor during those hours, it was just our group, with occasionally one or two other people down there.

This particular day when we brought our dolls, this group of slightly older boys had joined the group, and just to keep in mind, the usual kids that attended these were around 8-11, me and my sister in particular I think were like 10-11 at the time, while these boys were around I think 12-14? Can't fully remember but they were slightly older than us.

We had been carrying our dolls around the whole day, but, of course, the boys didn't say anything in front of the adults and we didn't think much of it. It wasn't the first time we brought our dolls either, most people who came to this gathering were "regulars" and were already familiar with us and our dolls, even indulged us when we called the dolls our daughters, while the kids our age (who at this point were already our friends) were all excited to be able to play with such an expensive doll.
Once the lessons were over and we all got up to leave the event room to play, me and my sister took our dolls with us to play with our friends. But it was during this play time, when the teacher wasn't around to see, that the older boys would start to pick on me and my sister for having dolls and how childish it was (yeah, we were literally the age for that??) And how stupid it was for us to care so much about a doll like it was real (the whole thing about us calling them "our daughters" and the adults indulging us on it. We knew they were dolls, but it was fun to pretend) and how creepy that was. We just ignored them and said we'd tattle if they kept going.

They called it a bluff (it wasn't but we ended up just not needing to in the end anyways) and made fun of us, "what, gonna cry about it?" cuz they had been hoping we'd cry about it and making jokes that we "will cry about it bc we're stupid little kids." And our friends were trying to defend us, saying how mean they were being, but they didn't care, the younger kids being upset was exactly what they wanted. Unfortunately for those boys, me and my sister were constantly harassed by boys much older than them in our own apartment (cussing at us and calling us unsavory things. All things bullying besides the physical harm part), we had a tough skin for this type of thing, their bullying was really weak to us and we just looked annoyed. They stopped once they realized they weren't getting the reaction they were hoping for and went to do, whatever it is boys their age do. Though sometimes they would come and pick on us whenever our paths would cross, we just kept ignoring them and pushing our friends to do the same knowing they wanted a reaction out of us, but it was getting really annoying.

After a while we decided to play hide and seek, so me and my sister went to put our dolls to sit very neatly at the sofa with the bags and books left behind at the event room, just so we didn't get them damaged during it (and carrying a doll around was getting tiresome), and left afterwards to play without much care. That is, until we heard one of the older boys scream at the top of his lungs and run out of the event room, the others soon following him.

We, the younger kids, were very confused at that and asked what was wrong (by this point, the teacher had left to go grab the other adults and snacks), and they just pointed to the sofa with our dolls exclaiming the dolls were haunted. Tho we were facing the back of the sofa, so we had walk over to see our dolls, now no longer sitting neatly, and instead mine was tossed on the sofa, laying on her back with her hair messy, and my sister's doll fallen to the side, also kinda messy looking. We both picked them, pissed off that they messed with them without us knowing, and fixed their hairs and outfit, which got one of the boys to just go "what are you doing?!" very scared and shocked at the fact we even decided to pick them up like it was nothing.
My sister was PISSED at that, they clearly wanted to mess with our dolls and cause damage to them to screw with us, but only stopped due to beaing freaked out by something. She was ready to throw hands but we held her back, instead having her shout at them for touching our dolls without permission. Cuz like, if they had broken it, we would not have been able to fix them since they were US exclusive (and my sister's doll in particular was the "Girl of the year" doll, VERY exclusive). But they didn't care about that "tantrum" and were just accusing us of having possessed dolls and that they should be burned or something.

We, and the other kids, just looked confused and asked why they thought the dolls were haunted, that they probably just fell when they were messing around the room. Their reply? Cuz their eyes closed on their own....

Ok so, with anyone unfamiliar with AG dolls, these dolls close their eyes when you lean then backwards, that's bc there's a little weight system inside it for that. It's not even that uncommon, we have plenty of dolls like that in brasil too, advertised even, the boys at my school knew about it, not sure how they wouldn't know this🤦. We all just looked dumbfounded at them, and me and my sister tried to explain that's just something they do, with me walking closer to them with my doll to show it to them, but they kept backing away! ToT
I kept going "look, it's normal, they have weights behind their eyes to make them close when you turn them backwards" and showed them how it worked, and that just freaked them out more, especially bc one (very small and barely visible) strand of hair from my doll got stuck on her eyelash making only one eye close while the other stayed open (which I guess is kinda creepy??) which freaked them out, continuing to calling them haunted or possessed before calling us weird for not finding it creepy, "it's like that doll form Anabelle!" (Of course it was bc of that damned horror movie🙄). We just kept repeating "it's just a doll, it's not creepy or scary. They were built to do this." But nope, wouldn't listen, instead they just called us creepy and walked fast out of there to do whatever else.

Us and the other kids all looked so shocked at this, our close friend (who's family was hosting the gathering) coming in to comment how dumb they were. But this little stunt made an idea pop in my head, which is where the "Traumatize them back" part comes in. Cus guys, I was a devil child, I LOVED making the boys in school fear me (a whole other story), and my undiagnosed adhd ass also really loved the adrenaline of picking fights or causing trouble of anykind, and getting away with it, I was very familiar with this game of petty revange, and I haven't been able to pull such stunts in a while.

They tried to traumatize little kids for just having fun with their dolls, make them cry for some power trip over being older than us and "better" than us.

And I got a golden ticket of opportunity to use something against the boys for making fun of us and trying to make us cry.
My friends and sister were just as delighted with the idea too.

Basically, we got our dolls and would place them sitting in random areas we knew these boys would be playing around in. We snuck around so they didn't see us, put the dolls on a table, or hidden chair, and went back to pretend we were just playing like normal and wait until one of them saw the dolls, called on us about it, and we'd pretend that we didn't put them there, implying the dolls did it on their own.

The first time one of the boys saw them, he called us out saying "it wasn't funny" but we all put our best act saying we had no idea what he was talking about, we were just playing hide and seek!
He called our bluff, but we didn't relent, saying we had just put them back on the sofa and left to play, we had no idea how they got there, as well as saying "it's just a doll" like that made it less scary. Then we'd grab our dolls and put them back in the sofa and go back to playing. Cut to a a minute or so when they went back to playing around, we'd sneak back into the room, our friends keeping an eye out for the boys, making sure they didn't see us, put the dolls somewhere else and then leave to go back to playing and wait for one of them to call us out again.

And we kept going, making the boys more and more convinced that the dolls were doing it themselves, each time they acted more scared than before as they no longer could tell if we were messing with them or not, (and just to add, me, my sister and our close friend did theather in our school, so our acting was good). And at some point we kept calling them the weird ones, making fun of them for being scared of a little girls toy. "It's not even that scary! They're so cute look!" I'd say as I shoved my doll to them and they'd back away with fear in their eyes. We'd, once again, put them back in the sofa while they watched and leave to continue playing, then wait for the boys to leave, go back, and do it again.

And that kept going until we left! They were thoroughly convinced the dolls were possessed and controlling us younger kids, like a cult (their words, not mine). I think at some point they even tried calling an adult to say we were being mean, but not admitting it was cuz of the dolls? I can't fully remember.

But what I can remember, somewhat, is when the adults came down with the snacks and gathered around the food area, the boys went there to hide and be protected by the parents, but I wasn't done with them, and decided on going the adults with my doll, my sister and the other kids following, and we'd go on with our cute little girls act shwoing off our dolls to the adults, and, yet again, the adults would indulge us bc of how cute it was for them, meanwhile the boys just looked scared out of their minds as they tried to finish their food and leave.
And just to add salt to the wound, I'm pretty sure I walked up to one of them and went "isn't she cute? Want to hold her?" And his mom, I think, nudged him to play along and not be rude, oh that was priceless.

And look, if you have a fear of dolls, I completely get that, especially during that time with all the horror stuff with dolls like Chucky or Annabelle, I would never try and do this to someone who has a phobia of dolls, I'll respect their boundaries for it. Unless, of course, you make fun of me for my dolls and disrespect my own boundries, I won't respect you back.

Like, c'mon, why would you bully or make fun of someone for their dolls when you have a fear of them?? That's just stupid, they can easily fight back, they had it coming lol

Anyways, hope yall enjoy this silly little memory of mine. A lot of the details are now kinda fuzzy since it's been so long, but I tried to add as much details as I could for it.

I (f19) and my dad (M70) went out to eat yesterday, which happened to be Mother’s Day, we didn’t go out with the intention of celebrating or doing something special, just enjoy eating out.
Well we get to the restaurant and we get one of those tables that share one big booth couch, on the table next to us was a couple that seemed to be on their 40s or 50s.

We hadn’t finished sitting down when the gentleman on that table said very loud and clear “congratulations”, neither my dad or I thought much of it and just said thanks.
However the lady on that table didn’t like that and started telling him he shouldn’t say that as there wasn’t a mother with us. I did hear the gentleman say “well it’s just a common courtesy since it’s a special day “

At this point my dad is sitting in front of me and we are on the corner of the table that’s the further away from the table where this couple is. Since my dad is on the older side I often read the menu out loud so he doesn’t have to struggle, I began reading and the lady from the table over goes
“well what do you think, you are his daughter or granddaughter right?” To which I answer that I was in fact his daughter, and I kind of scooted over more to the corner so she could see I wasn’t really into her argument with her husband, said husband was also not in the table in this moment.

Well this lady starts getting closer on the couch, and keeps going “well I don’t think it’s right to congratulate him, it’s Mother’s Day not Father’s Day” I didn’t give her an answer, I honestly didn’t want to answer in hopes she would just drop the issue, she obviously didn’t and kept ranting about how special Mother’s Day was and how it should be respected, while she’s going on I’m trying to keep reading the menu to my dad but she keeps interrupting since she was speaking very loud.

And then she said “actually your dad should apologize, it’s not right for him to be congratulated it’s not his day”
And I snapped back “ I don’t have a mother” she looked flabbergasted, then started backing away but I heard her said more softly “that doesn’t matter” to which I said “my dad has been both my mother and my dad, he should be proud not ashamed of it”

And that was it. I went back to helping my dad with the menu, the gentleman came back to the table they talked for a while, and they left soon after this, I’m not sure if they had already planned to leave or if she actually got so upset that she decided to leave. But she couldn’t keep quiet about how rude I was and that I was ruining her day, all this in a much louder voice than I would have liked but it didn’t ruin ur dine out.

Hola. Quiero desahogarme y también saber qué harían ustedes en mi lugar, porque honestamente llevo meses cargando con esto y todavía me duele mucho.

Tengo 23 años. No tuve una infancia “mala” en el sentido material, siempre tuve comodidades, pero crecí en un ambiente muy controlado. Mis papás siempre han sido muy estrictos, especialmente mi mamá, que quiere saber todo: dónde estoy, con quién, a qué hora. Nunca he sido una persona problemática, terminé la universidad y en general he tratado de hacer las cosas bien, pero siempre he vivido con muy poca libertad.

El día de mi cumpleaños decidí salir con mis amigos. Habíamos rentado una cabaña para celebrar y pasar unos días. Yo pedí permiso a mi mamá y ella me dijo que sí. Todo parecía normal.

El problema empezó cuando ya iba en camino. Primero pasaría por la casa de mi mejor amigo porque ese era el plan del viaje. Mientras iba viajando, mi mamá me pidió que le avisara a mi papá por mensaje. Yo lo hice, pero él solo lo leyó y no respondió. Pensé que no había problema y seguí con mi camino.

Horas después, ya llegando donde mi amigo, mi papá me llama. Me preguntó dónde estaba y empezó a decirme cosas muy fuertes, insultándome y diciéndome que yo era “una cualquiera” por salir, que no había pedido permiso y que tenía que regresarme de inmediato. Me amenazó con llegar a hacerme un escándalo donde estaba, botarme las cosas a la calle y dejarme sin nada si no volvía.

Yo intenté explicarle que ya era de noche, que estaba lejos y que no manejo bien en la oscuridad, pero él no quiso escuchar. También me dijo cosas muy hirientes sobre mi forma de ser, insinuando cosas que no son ciertas.

Me sentí muy mal y terminé llorando. Aun así, al día siguiente regresé porque no me sentía tranquila quedándome.

Cuando llegué a casa, me esperaba con una actitud muy agresiva. Intenté hablar y disculparme por no haberle avisado directamente a él, pero la conversación se salió de control. Me gritó, me insultó y en medio de todo eso me golpeó en la cara y me empujó. Fue algo que me dejó muy afectada emocionalmente.

Mi mamá en ese momento prácticamente le dio la razón a él, diciendo que yo tenía la culpa. Desde entonces no tengo comunicación con mi papá aunque vivimos en la misma casa; el ambiente es muy tenso, no nos hablamos y prácticamente convivimos en silencio.

Ahora me encuentro en una situación difícil porque todavía dependo económicamente de ellos y no he logrado conseguir trabajo estable, pero al mismo tiempo siento que necesito salir de esa casa porque no me siento bien emocionalmente.

Si alguien ha pasado por algo parecido, me gustaría saber qué harían en mi lugar:
¿Se hubieran quedado en el viaje? ¿Se hubieran regresado? ¿O cómo manejarían una situación así?

So, this was a while ago, and believe it or not, completely unintentional on my part! Still, I think it counts as I think I did tramatize them into leaving me alone for the rest of the school year.

I am non-binary masc, as I like to call it, meaning (to me) that I don't see myself in a binary of gender, but instead a flow of it, and while I like the pronouns of he/they, I dont fit into the binary norm of gender. Whole unnecessary explanation aside, at the time that this happened, I was fully trans masc and still trying to figure things out.

Now, when it comes to people, I am patient to say the least, a little too patient. This was my one of my only years in public school, so bullying, unless direct, went right over my head. I was also in a small town where I was the "only" ever trans kid they ever had (I know for a fact that this is false, a friend went to the same school before me), so the school board was also treating me like some sort of test run. And my peers were, too. People would as me invasive questions, and one of the most frequent was "what's in your pants?". I responded truthfully because I didn't understand what was acceptable at the time and I thought this was just how everyone must've behaved.

Fast forward to close to end of the year, and on this specific day, I was SEVERELY sleep deprived (it's a habit of mine to have the funniest replies when I'm like this). I was sticking close to my sibling (like I pretty much always did). For lunch, they usually went to their art classes homeroom to help with a mural on the wall. I wasn't allowed in because I wasn't doing art as an elective, but the teacher let me sit outside on a bench.

While sitting there eating, someone who had approached me before approached me again. Now, a little more context; this person often would ask me if I was a guy, again and again. However, I started noticing a pattern, he would bring another friend with him every time, and they would both snicker and laugh when I said I was a man.

So, he approached me, with another friend. He asked the same question, something along the lines of "Are you a guy?"

I was sick of everyone, as it was the end of the school year and people were doubling down on me because they knew they couldn't get in trouble as it would affect the graduation ceremony, and the adults didn't want that.

So, I (accidentally) took matters into my own hands.

"*Sigh* I've told you before, [insert name here]. I'm not going to tell you again."

He gets a little concerned, "Wait, how do you know my name?"

"Oh... They call... And I listen..."

I. Actually. Said that.

I was TRYING to communicate that I was listening during attendence and that I learned names by observing others using them. But nope. That was not the message I communicated. I even said it in a tired, trailing voice to seal the deal.

Well, he never talked to me again the rest of the year. That was one problem off my plate!