Real Teens Speak Out

Being Bullied

When i was about 11 was when i was first being bullied. i felt really bad about myself they made fun of my clothes and they even pushed me and made fun of my name. Bullying hurts really bad. i had friend who stood up for me when i was competing in track. this bully spit on me and called me fat and ugly and she may it to where i never wanted to run ever again or do any other sports. but when that friend of mine stood up for me she made sure i was ok and it was the best feeling in the world.

My Bullying Story

I was bullied for 3 years, from 4th to 6th grade. But I don’t want to share that story. I want to share another story, one in which I WAS the bully. In second grade, I bullied a girl. I insulted her and called her names on the playground. Bullying was how I vented my sadness and anger from my parents divorce, and it was not a good time for me. I had been a good kid for my whole life, but the bullying made me feel powerful, more superior. It was only when the principal called me to her office and gave me a lecture that I realized the lengths of terrible things I had done. What had started as teasing had grown into hurting a young girls feelings, and I apologized to that girl. We remained acquaintances but never became good friends. I moved to another school after that school year and never bullied anybody ever again, even though I faced a couple bullies later on. To this day, I remain the good kid. I have really good grades and am more level headed.

Bullying

In year 7 my teachers would humiliate me in front of the whole class for doing trivial things wrong. I was bullied by a group of girls who decided they didn’t like me without ever getting to know me. They would laugh at me, call me their dog. They spread rumours and wrote horrible things on facebook about me. And when I just couldn’t hold it together anymore they laughed while I cried. I would sit at a table with the other kids and they would all get up and move away and I’d have the whole 8 seat table to myself. It was like I had the plague. I felt like I had the plague. And I felt like there was something really wrong with me. That I was worth so much less than everyone else. I guess I’d always felt like that, but this made me feel even more so. I sat by myself at lunch. No one stood up for me. I always stood up for myself. Which is why they kept going. They wanted my reaction.
When I went to the school about it and told them what was going on it was ‘my fault’ and ‘there was nothing they could do’. Then my mum would force me to go to school every day whether I liked it or not. I would cry and scream most mornings before I left but that was just more proof that I was out of control and the problem. And then when my dad took me to school, he’d hit and punch me in the car on the way. So yeah, it’s nice to get that off my chest after 8 years.

There is hope

I know what it is liked to be bullied. I have been by people at school, and even my family. Everyone in my family has also gone through bullying. People can be really mean. They can do and say things that really really really hurt. Like so many others, I wanted everything to stop. I wanted all the pain, brokenness, sorrow, and the feeling of being alone to go away. I thought the only way I could do that was by suicide. I didn’t want to die, I just wanted everything to be over. I felt so worthless and horrible. I would try to hide my emotions by being mean to my family, and by pretending I was angry when really I was hurt, sad, and frustrated. I didn’t think this would ever get better. I had major depressive disorder(depression), and anxiety. I didn’t know what to do. I know that Christ is wanting to reach out to us and help us more than he wants anything. He loves us more than anything. He knows who you are, each and every one of you. He knows your name. He knows what you are going through and how you feel. He’s there for you! Believing and trusting in Christ has helped me so much. My life didn’t get better immediately, but it did over time as I came to know Christ and read the scriptures and prayed. There is always hope. Don’t worry, and don’t give up. Keep living because you deserve it. You deserve good things and if you keep pushing, good things will come. I believe in you. I really do.

Perfection

I have been really hesitant to share my story but I think it is time no one knows my complete story and I am tired of hiding it. So my bullying story started in 6th grade when I transferred schools, it started very mild just small things by just belittling everything I said like I wasn’t important at the time this felt huge but in reality that was just the beginning. My 7th grade year is when things got bad I was told I was fat and needed to lose weight I was 4”11 and 85 pounds. This started me going days without food and running countless miles. Also that year I lost my closest friend because of jealousy (that’s a different story that is very long and hard to explain). 8th grade rolled around and I was starving myself more and more because I was “fat” this year I was 5”4” and 95 I didn’t understand that they people were joking with me but it doesn’t matter if your joking it still leaves bullet holes. I was told on the daily that I was b—-,slut,ugly,fat and untalented. I couldn’t handle it. 9th grade year I stopped starving myself because I realized I wasn’t fat and needed to eat. But I started self harming at this point the bullying had ended but I was still in pain no one wanted to be my friend. January of my 9th grade year I got sick and ended up being hospitalized for about a month no one came and visited me. I was pulled out of school for missing so much and I thought I would finally have hope. But no the comments people had said over the years just kept ringing in my head. I was seriously thinking about ending my life. Now I am 16 and a junior in a new high school who is much better I still have a lot to my story but there is not enough space in the world to say everything but this helped me finally tell what happened to me. I know others have worse stories but this is mine.

They ruined half of my teen years

This story happened 14 years ago. Nowdays it does not seem like it has affected me somehow, but maybe it did. Maybe my anxiety, my social phobia, my overthinking is also a result of this bullying. I was 10 years old. A normal 10 years old girl, not too fat nor too skinny, just an average kid with good grades and a cute little face. My classmates somehow didnt like me, they couldnt accept me. I started attending this class 3 months later than others, because I came from another school. I had only a few friends – the unpopular kids, the shy ones, or the poor ones, or the romani girl who was made fun of because she had a darker skin. These kids never defended themselves if someone was mean to them. The popular kids were mean to them and to me too, but I fought back. I was a little rebel and they hated me. One day we were getting dressed after sports lesson. My shy friend, who was kind of neurotic and weird was wearing knickers with telletubbies on. They yelled “telletubbies” and pointed at her, to make fun of her. I wanted to defend her by drawing attention off her. I pulled down my pants and showed them my knickers, saying “its not telletubbies, its dalmatians”. At that moment one of the girls started yelling “she pulled down her knickers”. I didnt. The knickers might have slided about 1 cm down, but I caught them, so they didnt slide down further, and they really couldnt see anything. I told them this, but they kept on yelling their bullshit and started to spread a lie about me. They told the boys that I was showing them my private parts on purpose. The teacher didnt believe me either. I went to a different school that year. 2-3 years later, we were teens, and my new classmates started going out more, and became friends with my old classmates. They told them about this and told them many other disgusting lies about me. Some of my classmates ran to the other side of the road when they saw me, screaming “infectious”. My classmates didnt believe that I didnt pull my knickers down, and they wanted me to admit it. I wont admit anything that I havent done. I had almost no friends at school. I wasnt going out, because I didnt want to meet my exclassmates, I didnt go out because I had no friends to go out with. Everyday after school I went home and spent all day locked up in my room, listening to music. My only friend was a girl, 4 years younger than me, who was also bullied. Then when I started using internet in 2007-2008 I met some new people, like my boyfriend with who I am in relationship for 8 years. I made friends with more people at the university. Now I have a degree, I have a job, but still I am an overthinker, and sometimes I am going crazy, because I worry about everything, about the future, about my carreer, my job, but even about calling a stranger. What if they will not understand me, what if I will say something stupid, what if I will make a fool of myself in front of someone. When a friend on a rave is coming to me to hug me, I just dont know how to react, because I dont dare to touch them or to hug them too tight…But I go out, I work, I force myself to do stuff, because I dont want to let bad experiences from the past ruin my life, but when I meet negative people, I start overthinking. If they are mean or just dont like me, and why, and maybe they dont like anyone, or maybe they are just angry, and I start feeling like an idiot who is incapable of doing anything right. I am trying to cut out negative people like that from my life, because they just drain out all my energy and will to live. I do not want to interact with such people.

LIVE YOUR LIFE TO THE FULLEST

I am in year 7 and I have had the thought of suicide, or just hurting mself or running away. There is this girl who bullies me and is mean to me. She annoys me and sometimes I want to run at her and throw a punch. She says things to my face like, ‘no one gives a s***’ and ‘Just go and die in a hole for all I care’. All my other friends are put up with us and I want to go back to my old friends who made me steal and swear and be sinful to my belief in Jesus. I just want to run away from every one. But I learnt that you should live your life to the fullest. And that was the best thing anyone had ever told me.

I was bullied for being dumb. In social studies, I’d never understand something simple and other kids would make fun of me or slap their foreheads and groan in disgust. Even my friends kept telling me how bad at social studies I was and I soon became the butt of all their jokes. 6th grade was total hell for me. In the start of the year my toe was run over a car and nobody believed me and would call me a liar. Further through the year I had to wear a cast for a fractured toe and people would complain about how I got to wear a cast over 1 toe. They acted as if I had broke it on purpose for attention and some even believed it that wasn’t even broken. One kid even made me cry. To this day, I am happy that I changed schools and ditched those awful friends and awful classmates. When you have a problem with toxic friendships or toxic classmates, ditch those friends and stand up to those classmates or just use the greatest power of all, ignorance. Remember, stay strong.

DON”T COMMIT SUICIDE!!!!

I was bullied bacause of my last name. It took me 4 years to get at least one friend. I hated it and I wanted to run away an change my name. Later in life even when I got friends I wanted to commit suicide. But don’t ever ruin your, and your family and friends lives, by committing suicide.

Bullying in Indian schools and institutions

I was a normal guy in my teens. The stronger and taller ones used to bully the weaker and shorter guys. I was a medium guy though people called me weak. There were a few a strong guys in my classroom they bullied the weaker ones. Once I sat in front of them. They did not let me concentrate on the class and continuously hit me and wrote slang on my shirt. They laughed at me. I just wanted to hit then but they were stronger. Same things in schools. The guys they kicked me,wrote slang on shirt and hit the weaker ones and made fun of the physical features. In fact some of the teachers took the fun out of it. Whenever u try to complain about them they will complain back all lies and the teacher will punish both of u. All indian students should raise their voice against these.