If by torment you mean bullying than yes in grade school. But I learned to step up for myself. I grew up with 3 older brothers so I was never quite a wall flower. During my early teens as I started to get acne and grow boobs and had braces (the awful steel kind) I felt insecure and my tormentors realized that. But then I remembered that I was athletic, smart, funny and had great friends and thought that my tormentors had ever reason to feel threaten by me because they weren’t anything like that and that built my confidence. So when they picked on me, I ignored them. I knew that some day the zits would be gone, and my body would be attractive to many, and my wit and smarts would be appreciated and straight teeth. I remember a boy writing something really mean in my year book. I was so hurt but then I remembered that he will always be dumb and age will eventually get rid of his looks and he certainly didn’t have humor, wit of a kind nature so he will lose all his friends eventually, because looks can only get you so far. In a way, his torment made me who I am. It helped me to see that I was only ugly if I let myself turn into him.
I hold no ill will and actually feel grateful. After that day, I never quite lost my confidence again, and when I am not quite feeling myself and my confidence is a little shaken, I remember that moment and remember that it isn’t what others think that should matter. It is what we think of ourselves.
But I can’t say I have ever really been tormented in a physical sense, or stalked.