Real Teens Speak Out

So I’m fifteen and have never had a great time with my friends since year 8, but in year 10 is when it really started going down hill. Nearly my entire group started bullying me, it wasn’t anything verbal or physical, in fact it was the complete opposite, they would treat me lesser of them, like I wasn’t really their friend, excluding me and things like that. This one girl, let’s call her Lucy, she started completely throwing me off, she acted like I wasn’t even there, she would cut in front of me blocking me from talking to my friends, she wouldn’t even talk to me when I spoke to her, she “bragged” to the rest of my friends about how she deleted my number so she wouldn’t have to respond to my texts. The worst thing about her is that when ever she needs something from me will will act like I’m her best friend and will treat me like an actual friend but as soon as she didn’t need me any more or if I needed something from her she would completely ignore me. Im posting this because a lot of the bullying stories are verbal and physical but exclusion is also a form of bullying. I never thought I was being bullied until my parents and my councillor told me that what Lucy was doing was a form of bullying.

How I was changed.

Hi. I’m 13 years old and have a story to tell.  I have been bullied for years, for a stupid reason. For being short. People call me a midget, which is offensive, and I’m not a midget. Everyone is at least 5 ft tall. I’m 4’11. What difference does that make? It’s not okay to bully someone just because of their looks. The thing was, I was too scared to say that one word. Stop. I was known as the happy girl who always smiles. So on the outside I laughed along. On the inside…I felt horrible. I just couldn’t say stop. I couldn’t stick up for myself. The bully moved and I felt better. But then other people called me short, and some called me fat. I didn’t care. This year, I wanted to change. I wanted to be normal instead of the happy girl. I wanted to be able to have a straight face without anyone saying, “are you okay? You aren’t smiling.” So I worked hard on being normal. I wanted to fit in. So I had the guts to fight back for once. I want to prevent bullying. I may be young, but I know how far bullying goes. It makes me sad to think that this is happening out there.
Also, life has been rough the past month. My friends are drifting away. I have nothing to say to them anymore because they are always talking about what they do together, so I’m left with nothing to say. I’m left out of the conversation. I’m just the follower that doesn’t talk. I sit with them at lunch, but we never talk. Just them. They always have fun, but i don’t. Luckily, there’s this one girl that’s been really nice. We are really good friends now.
Never be the follower guys. Always stick up for yourself, and be an independent person, just in case if most of your friends bail on you, like me😕
Thanks for reading this.

Being bullied

Teasing started when I was 10. But it got really bad when I was 11. Kids would bully me about my acne. Every single day. Whenever I met someone, I prayed that they didn’t comment about my acne. I remember sitting in maths class and my head slumped up on my hand, never moving, until my neck cramped because I didn’t want anyone to see that I had even more acne on my other side. My teachers saw the verbal abuse. None of them did anything. I remember my best friend telling me that a group of people made a song about my acne. It was like my heart dropped onto the floor. I would come home from school and cry in the bathroom, it stung every time I remembered what the person said to me on that day. I wanted things to stop. I was experiencing suicidal thoughts, but as much as I thought that my pain could be stopped with death, I didn’t want to lose my life over what some immature little kids said to me. But I forgave my bullies. I had the courage to let go of my pain and forgive the people who hurt me. And in fact, started being friends with them. Weird, I know. But what I realise is that, I never saw it as bullying. I never thought it would happen to me. I always thought bullying was physical, I didn’t know there was emotional pain that people could experience.

Through my primary to high school years

I was first bullied at the age of 10 getting called a bunch of hateful nasty names by my classmates because I was different and my facial features weren’t perfect, eg my nose. I got called big nose in primary then through 7th and 8th grade my friends started saying “big nose”, “pinnochio” and so on. I would always cry and look into the mirror thinking I’m ugly and not perfect enough for anyone and I always ask myself how people like me, Why is it me who has the big nose or how I look with a perfect nose. I’m still going through stages where people look at me differently and kind of treat me unfairly than the rest, it’s just that they don’t understand how it feels like getting bullied and getting a bunch of words at you. It’s really painful and people don’t realise that besides me. I started ignoring people who keep calling me names and pretend I didn’t hear them so they stop, but to all those people out there you’re all beautiful no matter what, please don’t listen to all the negativity thrown at you because you’re gorgeous inside and out.

A bad start

I was new at a school and a girl who i called my friend started to degrade me she would say that in was dumb and would never be as good as her she would get other people to hate me and talk behind my back. It seemed like that no matter what i did she was there telling me how terrible i was at everything i dint want to believe it but i slowly started to believe her. Soon she left to go to the gifted and talented school. But after school we went to a class together with community education and she would say all those mean things to me it was two hours where she could just rant about how terrible i was and this time she had something new to say she said I was dumb because I didn’t go to her school and would have one more reason for me to believe her. My school closed and i was sent to the gifted and talented school. It was hard making friends when she was always there to stop me i dint have a place to eat my lunch because my friends were her friends so I couldn’t sit by them. And eventually they started to hate me because of all the crap she made up. She was there always tormenting me.

It Hurts

It hurt they were my own family and they still bullied me. I had been bullied before, but never like this I was called a female dog (if you know what that stands for) for months on end. I was ready to end I would lash out go home crying nothing would help. It seemed as everyone was against me. If you need help talk to someone anyone.

My experience of bullying

I didn’t want to hate myself.
I don’t think anyone does, not at first. I was eleven when the bullying started, I was fifteen and empty when I left it behind. There were students my own age who bullied me, from year seven to eleven. Worse than that there were teachers too, my own form tutor topping the list. My head of year was responsible for letting the bullying slide- she knew it was going on but did nothing to stop it. Perhaps the most ironic example i can think of is the time when she defended a bully, saying they excused his behaviour because he had a difficult childhood, the irony being he was making my own childhood a very difficult place. This kind of thinking helps nobody- he never learnt the consequences of his own actions, and I was led to believe I deserved this treatment.
If high school taught me anything it was to hate myself. I can list more examples, the groups of students who would taunt and jeer, making me feel like a stranger in my own skin. It was walking home from school, on the bus, in class, in my own head. The things they said burnt into me like a cattle brand.
Life gets better, though if you’d told me that at the time I would not have believed it. I’m happy now, with friends and support and a life. Yet its tainted with anger as I see my bullies, knowing they were never punished, knowing they never will be. They leave me alone now because they are cowards and know in sixth form their behaviour will not be allowed to slide by.
I want to be a writer when I am older, to write all this down, so people can know. Bullying is a problem that can only be solved by taking action, and the failure of my teachers reflects this. I self-harmed and hurt myself, hated myself. Wondering if anybody would care. Nobody should kill themselves over bullying- the bullies are disgusting creatures who push innocent people to desperate measures. Yet people do, and this is the world we live in. It haunts me sometimes, wondering what would’ve happened if I had tried to do it.
I believe that for every horrible thing that happens in this world there is a good thing also. For every person who knocks you down, two more will help you up.
My life is mine, and I intend to live it that way, no matter what bullies would try and have me believe.
Thank you for reading.

my life

i was in the 6th grade they were all in the 7th grade they called me names all the time I was so sad and told the teachers and they did nothing it was hard but i got through it

I am not a victim i am a survivor

MY life
How i was bullied
What i went through
My reaction
My thoughts
What saved me

why choose me

I was about 5 when in first met the kid who was going to bully me for the next 9 years of my life pain and agony were my only friends and he said he wanted to fight whenever we did it was brutal either one of us would win or lose but we would both end up in pain even if we didn’t get hurt but to this day he will never stop until one of us drops.