I was a weedy youth, good at lessons but not into any of the limited range of sports on offer when I was in school. But I was not bullied, or not that I recognized it. Nor were others. I distinguish here between occasional random unfriendly or unsympathetic acts (not bullying) and systematic continuing “unfriendliness”. There was some good natured ribbing or teasing which most quickly learned to accept. It is often best to admit ones errors and deficiencies rather than to have others constantly drawing attention to them.