I remember being told how my Grandfather stormed up to the school after Bro had been given the cane for decking a boy in class.
The boy was a bully and had pushed Bro too far. The fact that Gramps had taught him how to box was incidental.
It turned out the bully was a hemophiliac and so bled profusely causing concern all round. Bro didn’t know that, but the boy did and thought he was invincible from retaliation.
He didn’t bully anyone else after that.
My sister was set upon by bullies……….. a bunch of girls in the playground.
I hate confrontation so ran away to get help, but Sis held her own and came home with a few scratch and bite marks plus a huge wad of someone’s hair which she’d pulled out by the roots. In later years, whilst Dad taught me to play cribbage, he taught my sister a few moves in Judo.
When two bullies grabbed my scarf on the school bus and pulled, she didn’t do anything until I went blue in the face and almost passed out. Payback I suppose.
The thing with bullies is they want to look big in front of their friends and be top dog. Knowing they upset or intimidate other people and get the better of them adds to their sense of ‘power’. However, they don’t like being on the receiving end, being made to look small or insignificant. Hubby sorted out a Troll on his site by finding out his true identity and where he was, then posting the details. He wasn’t nasty in his comments though, just thought the guy would like to know that he had his number and knew what to do with it.