I had a high school math teacher who had me convinced I was too stupid to do the assignments. I literally couldn’t do high school algebra. I had an average of 11% in that class, and she would tell everyone their grades each quarter. Out loud, in front of the class, and I had an 11%. Questions were met with “You really should know how to do this”.

25 years later, and my lemmy shitposting is interrupted by a meeting where intelligent and talented people discuss drawings of a proposed building. Drawings that were created by me. For the building I was paid to design.

I can math just fine, when someone takes the time to show me how. Algebra, geometry, trig, I can do them all. But when I was a teenager, a supposedly smart and educated person had me convinced I couldn’t figure it out.

As a kid, I always took everything apart, because I can’t help myself and I need to know how everything works. I still do it today (it’s my job now!)

I’m 4th grade, I was taking apart my mechanical pencil and putting it back together, and my teacher took it, snapped it in half and under) threw it away.

She told me I’m no longer allowed to use mechanical pencils, I can only use wooden ones.

Since I didn’t have a wooden one with me, I was sent to the hall the rest of class.

My 9th grade geometry teacher offered me a passing grade if he could take me home.

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My classroom had this weird hidden “library” at the back of it and various teachers would randomly take students to the back of it under the pretext of performing “health checks” that really were them just taking us there and raping us. Mostly a few specific male teachers including the principal and my female teacher as well. One time I was selected to undergo a health check and refused and the teacher slapped me so hard across the face I fell out of my chair and hit the ground. This was in like second grade too so we were pretty young.

That school has been shut down and the buildings leveled now. No idea if anyone was ever persecuted over it though.

My senior year I took mostly AP courses and there were these two “nerd” bullies, Noah and Cory, that loved to target me because Noah’s mom (a teacher) made sure he knew I was on the spectrum. These two guys were physically weak, but their parents protected their mouths from fists. I remember one of them intentionally caused a collision with my vehicle in the parking lot, then lied, and I got the ticket because of who Cory’s dad was. The AP English teacher really disliked me for whatever reason as well and would encourage these two to come after me in class, sometimes he’d even join in.

There were many incidents with this teacher’s bullying, but one really sticks out to me. Towards the end of the year, I was sitting in the back of class minding my business and reading. A group of kids, including the two bullies, were at the teacher’s desk talking to him about what colleges they planned to attend. Out of nowhere, the teacher yells “Hey (me)! What college are you attending? Alcatraz University?” Of course the two assholes erupt in the loudest laughter and the rest of the class follows suit. Not only was it moronic, it was completely unprompted.

Fuck you, Noah and Cory. But a special fuck you for Mr. Betscher.

I never liked afternoon naps as a kid, so I brought some Tom & Jerry comic books to read during nap time at kindergarten. The teacher told me that everyone has to take a nap, took my comic books and never returned them. I’m now 25 years old and still salty about that.

My dad was in construction (ran an excavator, mostly) when I was a kid. He found a large megalodon tooth in amazing condition at work and gave it to me. I brought it to school and my teacher took it from me. I never saw it again.

It’s especially infuriating now because I know the value of teeth in that condition and size

Choked me, but no one believes a 9-year old anyways so nothing happened.

I gave my kindergarten teacher a love letter when I was 6. Not only did she turn me down, but she also put it up on the board for everyone to see.

All of my art teachers giving me shit grades / relentless criticism from kindergarten on, which gave me life long issues with typical creative activities.

To this day I can’t enjoy drawing, painting, models, etc. I can’t figure out what made teachers be dicks to me when I was just 6-7 years old. I’ve gotten around it with more technical creative things like photography, but I still have very negative feelings towards most other creative things. Why even try if it’s just going to result in people letting me know it’s bad?

I was 12 or so, rather depressed, in a new school which was crappy, and dealing with a difficult home life with my mother who has BPD, and I was doodling shitty things in my notebook in class, I didn’t feel like I had many friends so I wrote stuff like “Anna looks like a poodle with her perm” and 'Jennifer looks like a banana in her yellow jacket", just petty stuff but it was getting me through a bad day. The art teacher noticed me writing, took it away from me, and read it out loud to the entire class. I literally had zero friends after that. It was a pretty harmless thing for me to do and I was just trying to blow off a bad mood, obviously, but she decided to wreck my life out of spite.

I wasn’t right to do that, don’t get me wrong, but I was just a kid and didn’t deserve public humiliation for simply getting some feelings on paper.

Not directed exclusively at me, but I had a math teacher throw a temper tantrum directed at a classroom of 4th graders about how much of a personal injustice it was to her that our parents kept sending her complaints, and that has got to be the worst thing she did.

To give you a picture as to why she might’ve been getting so many, when my Mom sent in one of these “complaints,” she received a response in the form of a metaphor about how coal must be put under immense pressure in order to become a diamond… I think my Mom responded that something like a flower might serve as a better metaphor for a fucking 9 year old, though I doubt it did much to change that jerk’s mind.

Anyway, having her as an instructor set me back at least a year in math, and I’ve had other people who were in that class say that that’s where their issues with anxiety started.

Mans gave me hell for needing accomodations, like I would have been in my rights to open a civil rights suit against the school for it.

Luckily the resolution was allowing me to earn the req by taking a climate risk assessment course.

BTW, same guy returned the first exam lecturing the class about how it was the single worst class score he had seen in his 20+ years of teaching, as if that wasn’t a condemnation of how he was doing his job.

I got bullied in the locker room and used a padlock to try to defend myself. I got in trouble for using a “weapon” and had to apologize to my attackers.