Real Teens Speak Out

Bitter or better

I was bullied horrifically throughout 5th and sixth grade. My best friend’s mother was a lunch lady at school. One day, the lunch lady decided she didn’t like me . She told her (only child) daughter to unfriend me and to have all the other girls in our clique unfriend me. Only one girl stood by me. My friend Anna. In sixth grade the school principal separated Anna and I because it wasn’t fair to Anna to have to constantly defend me. Without any friends and without Anna, I was an easy target for the entire class. I was verbally abused by the girls and physically abused by a boy who felt he could beat me up everyday and get away with it because I was a nothing. I’m a grandmother now, and I have a good life, but I’ve struggled with low self esteem for 40 years as a result of the bullying I received in sixth grade. There was NO bullying awareness 40 years ago, my parents called the school constantly in vain. The principal blamed me . Here’s what I wish I knew back in the day:
-you are not what has happened to you, you choose who you want to become
– doubt behave or become a victim, you’re a survivor, this is just something that happened to you
-you have a choice to become bitter or better ( I chose the latter)
– you’re not the only one, bullying happens to millions of children and adults all over the world
– ITS NOT YOUR FAULT, you will overcome this
– if you hate them back, they’ve won
Forgive ( for your sake, mot the bully’s sake)

Bullied For Being Me

Latley I have been getting bullied, sadly. Worst part is, I’m being bullied for being me. I told a close friend something, but little did we know that some one at the other side of the lunch table was listening to our convestation. Sadly this kid decided to start gossip about me. A few days later the whole middle school knew about me, and there was non-stop bullying. Moral of the story is to be careful who knows about…. Well…. Anything you could get bullied for.

Throughout life, we come across people who we just aren’t meant to be friends with, yet sometimes those people turn out to be the ones we were closest to. It was the middle of my junior year in high school and my world felt like it was crashing down. Yes, my grades were good but my social life was crumbling. I was being bullied. A guy—one of my closest friends—became my worst enemy in the blink of an eye. He had been dating my best friend and there was constant competition for her attention which resulted in us not getting along in the end.
While bullying was never something I thought I’d have to deal with, my life slowly began to revolve around it. The aches, the pains, the tears, the fears; I hoped to just wish it all away, but I couldn’t. It was my reality. The aches of anxiety of stepping into school every day to the pain of knowing I’d never be enough was all too real to overcome. The tears shed over my incapability to be happy led to my fears of never living my life as the person I so desperately wanted to be. I had no words, no words for how he was making me feel, and no words for the failures I had yet to accept. It was all just the way things were, and I couldn’t help but think that I had gone too far into the depths of my brain, and I couldn’t contain the thought of never being able to get out. I despised him with every inch of my body and the sound of his name filled me with anger. I wish he knew what it was like to be torn apart for who you are, to wish you never even made it this far, and to no longer be able to find anything worth living for. I was hopeless. I was depressed. I was angry, and I was broken. I had absolutely no idea what to do with my life at this point, it felt worthless and it felt stupid. Ultimately, he took away my confidence and I didn’t want to speak to or be around anyone; I was tired of being judged and for all I knew, any of my close friends could turn on me. However, this is not a story about deepening myself into the depths of self-hate, but more importantly a story about prevailing over all of those negative feelings and starting anew.
I gathered up all the strength I didn’t know I had and climbed out slowly but surely and stole my confidence back from him; it wasn’t easy and it didn’t all happen overnight but I did all I could to remove myself from such a negative part of my life. I decided, for myself, that I needed to go see someone because I was not going to be able to get through the bullying all by myself as much as I had wanted to. I found a therapist who set up the healing process in such a way that I was pretty much on my own using “tools” she had taught me, to change the negative thoughts I was thinking. While therapy was very frustrating for me at times, I kept my patience and changed my thoughts to positive ones that were uplifting and didn’t make me feel as though I needed to please anyone around me. I was changing for myself, not for him. I was tired of feeling depressed and down on myself so I knew I needed to improve upon certain aspects of my life. I started viewing my critical thoughts as passing clouds in the sky; I’d acknowledge them but just watch them fly on by. I knew that I didn’t need to make everyone happy because that is just not going to happen. All that mattered was that I was happy with myself. There was a change in my attitude and I became overjoyed at the fact that I had bounced back in a way I didn’t know I could. I finally loved myself and realized a lot of positive qualities about myself like my humor and my willingness to be there for any and every one of my friends. Surprisingly, in the end, I can’t sit here and tell anyone that I hate that young man, but that I wouldn’t change what happened for anything in the world. He not only helped me realize the person I am and who I am meant to be but strengthened the bond that I shared with my best friend. So thanks to that guy, thank you for making me a better person and helping me to realize all the negativity I needed to relinquish in my life.

why….why….why…..

so this all started when I was 13, I was welcoming a new girl to the school and everyone hated her then……..one day she turned against me………..on the Friday when I came in as I was of on the Wednesday and Thursday she wouldn’t speak to me we had a massive argument and we never spoke again she has tried to humiliate me in front of everyone she has tried to get people to jump me and tried to make me want to live this world……..then one day my nan keeps me of school as she has been noticing a pattern when I have came in (feeling down) then I burst into tears and tell her EVERYTHING she tells me this will soon be sorted it is still continuing at the moment but I have hope I am really close to my nan so I believe her always remember
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Having my cousins back

NEVER BE AFRAID TO SPEAK UP FOR YOURSELF OR SOMEONE IN NEED OF HELP. BE THE DIFFERENCE, MAKE THE DIFFERENCE. This is YOUR LIFE, not THEIRS. YOU are STRONGER than you think you are! I love to help people and give out the best advice I can. Don’t let someone else tear you down! You know why? Because you are better, and you are greater. Obviously there’s something about you they find very intimidating and they can’t handle the fact that you have something they don’t.

My Story

All my life, I’ve never had a real friend. I had a really close friend in 5th grade finally. After 5 grade was over, she started hanging out with other people and eventually we stopped talking to each other. She went to a different school to be with her new friends. In 7th grade, my school that I had been at for my entire life, closed down. I had to go to a new school for 8th grade. 8th grade was the worst year of school that i’ve ever had. I was an easy target since nobody knew me. I had very few friends. The guys kept teasing me because they didn’t know me. After i graduated 8th grade, I moved on to the high school side of my school, with all girls. I thought all girls would be better, since the guys teased me. Well, i thought wrong. The new girls, that didn’t come from the elementary side, bully me because I’m obsessed with Pretty Little Liars. I started reading the books during class and one girl laughed at me.  I really wanted to scream “leave me alone” or “just shut up.” All the girls pick on me because of my interests. Because of all of this, I’m afraid to go to school and I always stay alone at lunch or any other free time at school. I always feel so alone at school. I try to talk to the other girls but they just ignore me.

everyone attacks me

okay so I always was a kid that everyone was against for some reason. I still am. I’m 13 years old and I have no one to talk to. People always call me fat . Those who were my friends eventually hate me and then they tell my other friends that I’m evil or something and spread rumors. I try to be nice to everyone. I great everyone with a smile. When I finally build up my self esteem someone insults me or attacks me and lowers it again. I only want to make people happy. I fricking cry everyday because of how fricking naive I am. I just want someone to talk to. I used to have someone to talk to but for now I’m not able to talk to them. I honestly only had that person I could trust but now I have no one. Someone please be nice to me. Someone protect me when you see that others are mean to me. When people see that people are mean to me they don’t want to defend me because they don’t want to get into a fight with them. Those who said they would defend me just chicken out at the last moment when I was defending them and then I got into a fight with them. How stupid could I be to forgive someone over and over again when I knew they were trouble.

Alone

So for most of my school life I felt alone. When I was in year 1 and 2 I was popular, because I ended up getting picked a lot for sports teams. However when I was in year 4 When we was being put into groups for group tasks, or put into pairs, noone wanted to work with me. The teacher would have to force them to work with me. When I was in year 7 I thought it was a fresh start. But my new friends soon gave into the rumours about me and ditched me. These girls one English lesson passed round a note and looked at me and laughed at me. The teacher took the note off them and gave it to my form tutor. My form tutor made the bullies apologise. The bullying went on and on. I was put in a special group in year 7 to make friends. These girls used to bully me on a park that I walked by on my way to school. And my mum sorted that problem out. In year 9 and 10 this lad always bullied me, and threatened me. But that was sorted out by a teacher. I felt depressed. I still had a weight on my shoulders. I wrote songs to get a lot of my feeling out while I was being bullied. But there was one day, I opened up about my story. And it made me feel better. I felt like I could breath again. My advice for anyone going through bullying is to talk to someone that you trust, they will probably understand, and if you need help then they will be able to get you that help if needed. But remember to stay strong.

bully

when I when young I when i rode the bus there were high school guy were mean to mean would not let me off the bus the bus driver ask where get off I said if he will let me off now they told the school now don’t ride that bus anymore I ride other bus now  he cross at me on the bus and push me in to the the seat I have going on with my life in now

My Heart is Broken

All my life has been negative. I never really had real friends. But my 4th grade year I found a “friend”. We had been friends forever. Last year in 7th grade we bullied people. I thought it was great because I wasn’t in pain. Well this year she started bullying me…turning people against me. This hurt now I knew what I put other people through. But I stand strong and show it doesn’t hurt that much but has a effect on my life.