Real Teens Speak Out

My Story and Advice

I was bullied pretty badly in high school. There was one kid in particular who would try to make me feel inferior in every way he knew how. For example, he would throw stuff at me constantly, flick me in the head, punch me, wipe whatever he picked out his nose on my shirt, call me ugly and stupid, mock me and of course – tell me he would beat me up if I ever fought back. It was like his daily mission.

And it was my daily mission to just get through the day. What can I say, it made my world very small because that was my sole focus – just surviving. Everything else fell by the wayside. Unfortunately, that included any form of social life. So not only was my world tiny. It was very lonely.

Looking back to that time – which was about 11 years ago – my biggest mistake was not bringing anyone in to that world of mine. I was too proud (and embarrassed) to get help. I would rather not face the fact that I needed help because in my mind, that would mean that the bully won. It would also mean that I was weak.

Let me just say this – bullying someone is a weak choice. The only reason they come after you is because they think you won’t do anything about it. Does that make anyone strong? Absolutely not. Be stronger – reach out to a parent, a teacher or friend. Anybody. Simply admit that you are struggling and need help.

You can put it like this, “Somebody who is weak and trying to build their self esteem up has chosen to do that by putting me down. The only reason they are doing that is because I am nice and I haven’t done anything about it yet. Well I am through putting up with this. I have basic human rights that they are violating to feel better and that it is just not okay. How do I handle this the right way? I don’t want the pain cycle to continue and become someone I don’t want to be.“

I will close by saying this – I am okay! I am not just surviving. I am enjoying my life. I graduated from college with honors by the way (being stupid was lie…it is all a lie) You don’t have to wait to live though. Do something today.

Cried myself asleep, woke up with puffy eyes. Went to hell (I mean school). That is three sentences to describe my life. Since I went to elementary school, my teacher was the first bully, I immediately told my parents (while I was in a complete hysterical state begging. Crying and screaming not to go to school. Ever again) who talked to her indeed, but then they came to me and said: “just try not to piss her off, its only a couple more years” and they passed, middle school: also bullied, because I had the best marks and got the best impression from my teachers which is obviously the thing those bullies couldn’t do. High school: guess what? Also bullied. And during the three I got absolutely no friends because they thought I was ‘weird’..? look what normals did. Back when I was bullied by my teacher I used to talk I’m my sleep a lot so I was afraid I would do that again and say what wasn’t supposed to be said (since the last time i crashed down in tears in front of my parents they never saw that again, they only saw smiles and beautiful life, especially good grades) and so I was afraid to slepp. My grades never went down because my parents and teachers were so pushing me I had no time to even complain.i tried ignoring, i tried crashing down for my parents, i tried being cool, i did everything to not be judged again and failed. Bullying is bad. It hurts bad. Especially when you have no friends. As for the teachers from high school, they used to laugh every time I was called a name, like seriously you could see them fighting off the laughter then just do it, and the whole class follows. I learned how to make that horrible terrible anger and also the feeling of being weak, helpless like you can’t do anything ever against those people. How to turn that fury into your motivation. Because to me, nothing ever matters more than seeing the proud eyes of my father and mother. Nothing.
Guys! Never give up!! Okay? Promise me! No one will force you to do anything, and always remember that imperfection is okay!!!

Bully

Bullying started for me when I was in first grade, I had no friends. I would always try to fit in but they would always push me away. In second grade it got worse. Then I had 2 “friends” but after they started insult me. Some people said to the teacher that I insulted them and the teacher belived them. He didn’t ask if i did say it. Just wrote my name on the board showing me big eyes. They only said it because I wanted to be friends with them. Some people would think that Its not that big of a deal but for me it is. Anyways moving on third grade new school but nothing changed. Just one thing new, in this school they whe re even more cruel. I would always end up crying. Its just horrible to live in that moment. It went non-stop until the end of primary. Sometimes they would use me to do stuff for them. I dont why they did it. I AM human like them.

Too far

Bullying was never a problem for me through out elementary school up until my freshman and sophmor years of high school (9th & 10th grades). I was during those two years i was being bullied by a group of 3 punks who were 2 years older than me. What started off as a few jokes and name calling turned into a complete nightmare.  I didnt mind them calling me names and making jokes of me, after all they were only words. Once they figured out that i wasnt bothered by what they called me, they started to get physical with me. It started with a few shoves in the pe locker rooms and then rapidly left the pe class. They started bullying me outside of our PE class, during lunch, brunch, after school, even on days where there was no school and i ran into them in public. They would punch me and hurt me with their wrestling moves, they would leave me hurt, bloody and really sore in the mornings. Im not a a little scrawny boy who has the streangth of 0. These guys were just much bigger than i was and most of the time it was 3 vs 1. But it was much more than physical pain. They completely humiliated me various times as well. Through out those two years they have stolen from me, abused me, beaten me, and humiliated me. They would always be pantsing me to humiliate me. But one day they took it way too far. I still remember it like it was yesterday, it was a friday right when the final school bell had just rang and it was time for us to go home and enjoy our weekend. I began to walk towards the back gates of the school campus when i ran into them. I srarted walking faster to avoid them but then cought up to me and the first thing they did was take my school bag. The one who took it was holding up in the air and as i was reaching for it stretching my arms up another one comes from behind me and pulled my pants and boxers down. My first reaction was to pull them back up but the guy infront of me who had my bag stepped stepped on them in between me legs so i couldnt pull them up. There was about 20 people around who saw and i just didnt want to go to school on monday from the embarrassment so i stayed home. And people even took pictures and started sending them around. I was the spot light of the school, the bare butt spot light to be exact. All the could have been avoided if i had just got some help when it all began.

My life as a fat kid

Everyday I wake up and I am scared to speak up about my problems. I go to school seeking an education but unfortunately that isn’t possible due to all of the people who bully me. They constantly abuse me both physically and emotionally. I am sad that I have to share this story but I know that it will help other in my situation.

The Way I See Myself

Bullying has done much harm to me. I was tripped in the halls because I wore leg braces and beat up for having Asperger’s syndrome. To this day, I look in the mirror and cry sometimes. I wish we were all blind so the bullies couldn’t judge me, but would listen to what I had to say. I find that even if I’m called “Healthy Weight” , even if a doctor says it, I can’t bring myself to realize that I’m not fat. If someone says, “You look fine!” I take it as, “You look ugly!” Even if I tried my hardest and got a B on an exam, I think and tell myself how dumb I am. The bullies did this to me. Never bully. You are smarter than that.

My bullying story

When I was in elementary school, I was a very happy and outgoing kid and had lots of friends. But when I started secondary school, some older kids started to bully and tease me. All my friends from elementary school left me because they didn’t want to be seen with me. At my school, everything was all about money and clothes. I had huge glasses and I was really ugly and everyone laughed at me. Then a boy (he was in 8th grade I think) started to follow me around. He called me names, took my stuff and made up rumors about me. One day he and his friends beat me up on the bus. No one wanted to be friends with me anymore. The n I became friends with two girls in my class. They started making up rumors about me. Everyone kept telling me what a bad person I was. In 6th grade, the bullying got even worse. Everyone said I was ugly and I should just kill myself. In 7th grade my mom made me attend afternoon classes (full-time school was voluntary at my school). The kids in afternoon class started bullying me, too. They followed me around and took photos of me in the bathroom to send them to the whole school. When I got home from school, I would go to my room and cry all evening. I never talked to anyone. My grades dropped and my teachers started to talk to my parents. They told them I was lazy and refused to participate. They knew I was bullied but they never did anything to stop it. Everyone hated me and I didn’t have a single friend. I just want to tell everyone who is going through the same: It gets better. I know it’s really hard, and you might feel like giving up sometimes, but you have to be yourself and stay confident. Don’t let them get to you. I know you’re suffering, but at some point you’ll be proud of yourself for all that you’ve been through. And if anyone judges you, it is their own problem. Those people have no idea what you’ve been through. They probably couldn’t even take it. But you had to take it. And you’re still here going on with your life.And that’s why you can be proud of yourself.

3 (short) Years

It started in 5th grade, I was the new kid. There was this girl who was really tall she randomly came up to me and told me to come with her to a big group of people. She led me to the middle and slapped me across the face. A handprint was left on the right side of my face. She luckily got in trouble, but this was just the beginning. She got worse, some of her favorite things to do were spread rumors, punch me, kick me, and push me down. Finally one day when she had knocked my books out of my hands on the floor and was kicking me, a girl who had been watching from the beginning said something. She helped me pick up my books and helped me to my feet. We then right then and there became best friends. She was the only one who was there for me. I finally had a friend, she helped me get help and out of depression. Now i’m very happy in life and i moved away. That girl is my best friend and she will forever will be.

The Past

When I was a kid, I would always be quiet, and not talk to anyone. But later I got to know a few people and they really helped me with my situation. But then a few days later they turned their back on me because I was different, and they got mad and called me names, so when I went to school the next day I got jumped by four of them and they busted my head open. I still have the scar but it’s hard to see because it’s in my hair, and ever since then I can’t trust nobody because of it. So now I want in on this group so I don’t have to see anyone go through the same thing I did

You’re Not Alone

All my life I’ve always felt less-than because that’s how my bullies made me feel. Every time I’d look in the mirror, I hated what I saw. I tried so hard to fit in. To stop all the "you’re ugly" "you’re fat" "ew". I started ditching class with the cool kids to be excepted. I started wearing clothes that got me dress-coded to look "hot". I started to not do my homework to be "cool". I wasn’t being who I was. And the harder I tried the harder life was. I woke up with puffy eyes from crying myself to sleep. Until, I met some amazing people. They were kind to me, they appreciated me for who I was, they didn’t even notice my flaws. Those are the people you have to be with. I know how it feels, I care. You’re not alone.