That’s Aldebaran, but no I don’t have a cite for that, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Yes. One of my parents was a teacher who taught in the school system where I was educated. I was hated and ostracized by both students and faculty. (I sometimes caught beatings in retribution for bad grades earned in that parent’s class.)
Of course…I teach.
It really doesn’t bother me very much. At least I’m not forgotten.
I love to hate you Der Trihs. 
No. I don’t let people know enough about me to hate me.
I’ve had a lot of things be said about “hating me” - as in someone says it flippantly and it doesn’t mean anything, but I know of one case of pure hatred.
I was in high school. I didn’t date this girl, we were just “friends” - ya know, those kind of friends - but she was convinced that we would grow up and get married. I have no idea where that idea came from for her at first, mostly because I told her up front when we met that I wanted no serious relationship with her. She called my parents house and cried when I moved to college. My first break back home, she brought me a few old things (a t-shirt I left at the house, a cd I left in the car) and literally told me how she hated me and how I ruined her life. I kind of wrote it off, she had a right to be mad, after all, I hadn’t called her back in a few weeks and didn’t really talk to her at all. About a year ago, she showed up at one of my shows at OU, bought a cd, was real friendly (I thought maybe she was over it and all, that we could really be friends) but she started sending emails again. As soon as I explained to her that a lot had changed since then, that I was now getting married and everything, she freaked. I believe she still works at the same store back home, and I see her since it is the only 24 hour store within 30 minutes, but every time I go in she has to tell me how she hates me…
Darn kids - grow up, move out on their own, and want to act like teenagers forever.
Brendon Small
Heh…this is exactly why I LURVE my PCP – he won’t prescribe medicines unless/until he knows for a fact that is what is needed. He diagnoses and treats issues, he doesn’t just prescribe drugs for symptoms and I love that about him. Keep doing what you’re doing!
As for the OP – people either adore me or abhor me. There is no middle ground with me – or so I have been told. I once even had a guy try to slit my throat – I guess that’s hate? Wait – there was Jason S* – he would tell me how much he hated me and how he wished I would die a slow and painful death but then one night admitted to all of our common friends that he worshipped me…does that count as middle ground?
Funny enough, there is no one that I hate – I am just apathetic to people most of the time. I may dislike someone for a while, but I have yet to meet someone who has earned the right to take up more than that.
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My son has told me that he hates me; he is now twenty-eight years old and refuses to speak to me, so I guess maybe he does. That is a day-to-day dagger through my heart and is the main reason I actively hate my ex wife and her father. Not that I’m free of blame, you understand.
I was seriously hated by a couple of redneck brothers; they are both dead now, so I guess I won.
I dont know about hated, but definately disliked.
My class in first year in college had about 40/45 students, we were supposed to have a class party but the dates got bounced arouns and as a result a bunch of us didnt go. Next day one of the girls let fly at those of us who didnt go, so me being me I told her to get over it, that class parties werent mandatory and that if the dates hadnt been changed maybe we would have made it. Well she didnt like that I answered back and proceeded to ignore me for the next four years.
She even referred to me once as being her ‘arch nemesis’. Idiot.
The way I was treated last year by some “friends” would also have me believe that i was disliked, but I never knew why in that case!
I can sympathize with you. The same thing happened in my family. It’s a terrible thing.
In the case I’m working on right now, opposing counsel actively hates me. He told one of my colleagues how much he hated me, how much of a bitch I am, etc. I don’t really understand why he told my colleague; I don’t know why he thought it wouldn’t get back to me. I suppose he didn’t care; he’s called me that and worse to my face.
It’s been going on for two or three years now, and it can be difficult, because I’m not allowed to respond the way I’d like when he pulls stuff like that. But it festers inside me, even though he’s not worthy of even a passing thought from me.
But outside of that work situation, no, I don’t think so. Other than the childish sorts of things when I was younger, but I don’t really count those.
I recall getting a few student evaluations wherein I was rated poorly–but only by those students who were failing the course because they didn’t show up, didn’t turn things in, etc. Somehow it was “my” fault.
I once received a piece of paper shoved in along with a stack of essays which read "Fucking [my first and last name]."
Other than that, nope.
I’ve had a couple undergrads deeply resent me because I gave them, say, a B when they felt they deserved an A and a box of chocolates. One of them later came to office hours to admit he was wrong and to thank me for having been his prof. I was mighty impressed by that.
And they hate that about you! 
I have been a teacher on and off (currently on) for decades…and no, I don’t think a single student has ever hated me…disagreed, but hate? No.
However, there was a mystery “hate” when I was about 23 years old…I had had a (non-sexual relationship) roommate for a few years and a circle of a few mutual friends. Suddenly, my roommate said he was moving out for no particular reason (we had been friends for years, since college) and shortly afterwards, none of our “mutual friends” would even speak to me!
I tried, but never found out why…I don’t recall ever annoying him, or cheating him, or whatever…really…I cannot figure out what happened. There were no big drunken nights or wild-ass parties or anything! Fairly mellow relationship of just being good buddies. Still a mystery. But for whatever reason, he never spoke to me again, nor did any of (what I thought) were our mutual friends speak with me either.
It has never happened since - and I wish I could contact him to figure out what the hell happened. Still a mystery to me.
Ummm… cite?
I make no bones about harboring a personal dislike for you, based on what I know of you on this board; but I have never professed hatred for you, nor will I. Hatred involves knowledge, which I do not have of you, and a certain degree of emotional investment, which I also do not have.
But I would like to go on record as demanding a cite. Let’s see it.
I was a complete social outcast during my school years, but I don’t think anyone actually hated me. It’s more likely that the constant mocking and harassment stemmed from my classmates’ immaturity and/or pack mentality than actual dislike.
I still wouldn’t give any of my high school classmates the time of day if I saw them, though.
Get a rope.
My personal contribution. A guy from my group of friends in high school. I got the girl, he didn’t. That was 25 years ago and I’m pretty sure he’s still a virgin.
Aside from my small circle, I was pretty much the same social caste as LadyBug.
My in-laws completely and utterly hate me. Not a big deal since we don’t see them anymore, but they are convinced that I have turned their daughter against them because I dislike them.
Of course it can’t be the years of mental and physical abuse in her childhood that turned her against them.