I didn't get it nearly as bad as most people here. I got picked on a lot, especially in middle school, but it was rarely physical. There were a few times that it was: one kid got his little brother to jump on me, but he was too small to actually hurt me, and one time an older kid dug his fingernails into my hand until I started to bleed. Since I was only like 6 years old, I started to cry, until the bus driver told me to shut up.
Middle school was mostly just verbal taunts about my looks and lack of friends. It sucked, and one time I ended up having a complete shutdown as class was starting (lots of crying on my part, and an inability to speak even when I've calmed down a little).
My dad used to be a bit rough, and I hated him for it. Like slapping my upside the head for not looking before crossing the street (I did look, he just didn't see me). My mom made fun of me for not having any friends. They didn't do this constantly, but it was enough to be a clear pattern. It kind of tapered off a bit as I got older though, until they stopped altogether, not that they acknowledged how it hurt me.