Real Teens Speak Out

My Story

School life has been an uphill battle for years. Ever since about the fifth grade when I really began to notice it. I was made fun of by the older kids in my class especially the girls. It got to the point where I absolutely refused to change in the locker room. The guys though have also been total jerks. Especially in seventh grade and now this year. It’s either being excluded by my own group in class or feeling that I don’t belong in my group of friends. Sometimes I just want to stay home just to avoid everything. I have actually faked being sick for an entire week just to get away. All to get away from a pathetic nickname. I have no doubts that during that week no one missed me. That everyone was happy I wasn’t there. I know in the back of my mind that they’re just mean. That eventually they’ll grow up. But that’s not what I immediately think of. Ever. I instantly think of how bad it all is… how bad it has gotten, how bad I’ve let it get and how bad I want to just either curl up under a tree and cry or to go home.

I have tried to tell people about my story… Tell them what was going on. Last year during a ‘parent’-teacher conference I tried to tell my aunt and my homeroom teacher what was going on but wound up in tears. Not even being able to get the words out. It’s frustrating just because I get told all the time by my family and friends that are not there at school with me that I’m this amazing person. Then I get to school and people treat me like I’m worthless. They make fun of me and complain about the littlest things that I do, even when half the time the problem is them and not me.

Now… Here’s my advice… and I know that I need to take my own advice, too. Stay strong. That’s the only way to really be able to make it through. Don’t let them see that it gets to you.

The Effects of Bullying

I am 23 years old and everyday I still think about what I went through in high school and college. It may sound pathetic to people that do not understand how bullying hurts people. It still hurts me and everyday I try hard to not let it bring me down. I struggle with social anxiety. A lot of times I am afraid to try to make new friends or go out because I am afraid of being rejected. I have always got along better with adults. I know we cannot let the hurt and pain bother us forever, but I just wanted to let people know there are people out there who still deal with aftereffects from bullying. It is hard to get up and to go to work, to go on a job interview, or just hang out with people. This is why I think people should take bullying seriously and not just say “just toughen up”, “get over it” because it really can affect a person’s life. For those who are getting bullied now know that you are not the only ones and to just keep fighting. Eventually you will find yourself more successful and happier than the people who tried to bring you down.

My story

Right now, I’m still bullied. But I have many amazing friends by my side and it makes me feel like I can do anything if it’s with them. So for the people who are bullied right now, I want to say that you are not alone. And you are amazing. The bullies bullied you because they envy you of something. Or maybe they bullied you just to make themselves feel higher and stronger. But no, the one who bullied people are the one who is lower than trash. Why? Because they don’t respect you. Everyone in this world deserved to be loved and respected. And you are part of that everyone 🙂
So from now on, raise your chin, smile to the bullies, and show them what you’ve got! Because you are important and precious, don’t think the other way. Walk to the bright future of yours! The world is going to change from now on, and I want you to become the part of that change 🙂

Long Rough Years

Hi! I’m J and I’m 14. This is my story.
I had just started sixth grade and it was going as good as expected. There’s not much to say about sixth grade besides that my and a boyfriend broke up. He was my best friend for the longest time, and we ruined our friendship because we wanted to date. The breakup didn’t go well and I still miss him to this day. Anyways, flash forward to seventh grade. Beginning of the year was pretty good until I became friends with someone I wish I never did. This particular guy thought he was the best person ever and could do whatever he wanted. He always called me “n—–“, pardon my language, and one day I was finally done with him. I told my mom who proceeded to call the office. For the rest of the year he called me a snitch and called me rude names and made my life a living hell. Coming back to school in 8th grade was even worse. He accused me of sending nudes and started calling me names. The word spread and before I knew it, every guy in my grade was calling me names. It was so hard having to go to school and face these people who only thought bad of me. I started self harming. It didn’t help my depression. I was going through such a rough time, and still am today. I am still in 8th grade, almost finished, but I just learned to continue on, and not let ignorant people bother you. I know it’s hard to do, but once you get the hang of it, it works. Just wanted to share my story. PEace out!

Primary school

Since I was little and my parents broke up I have been bullied and they broke up when I was 6 and I am now 13 when I was little it was just being called names being discluded not a big deal. Then through the past 7 years I have moved backwards and forwards from 4 other schools but ended up at the school it all started at and now people pull my hair kick me, punch and slap but the weird thing is these people do that but get away with it and I get in trouble for it.  And the weird thing is everyday when don’t fight but only now and again but his friend is always mean to me. In a circle time I told the teacher that the boy bullying me pulling my hair, punching, slapping me, kicking me and that he spread an untrue rumour that I was on my period and that I was grumpy but that was not true and she did nothing and then a few days later she saw my hair pulling me hair and my hair is over 60cm long and this boy pulled my hair from my desk to the teachers and I sit 1 meter away from the teachers desk and he did not get in trouble for pulling my hair all the way to her desk and I got in trouble for telling a joke that was not meant in an inappropriate way but the boys never get in trouble for anything and every day that they pull my hair I go home with a head ache or bruised leg. I have told my dad and he plans to tell the teacher but until then I have to try to stay positive. I know my story is not the worst but I just need to let out and for all you people going through worse please you mean something in this world.

The “Anon” Bully

One day, I was browsing my social media, when I got a “question.” I rarely get them, so I was happy. I clicked on my inbox to check it out and it said “kys.” I was confused. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, so I searched it up. I found the meaning and felt sad. More and more hate built up in my inbox. I got sadder and sadder. I’m getting better now. But it was hard to deal with. I hope no one else ever will have to deal with this again.

An era of Bullying hell (also known as my secondary school life)

I got seriously bullied throughout my time in Secondary school. A great bulk of it took place online as well in school. People would put (bad) photos of me up on their Facebook profiles without my permission where they’d all then scoff and jeer at me. They’d also take bad photos of me quickly, before I got a say, then send them round to everyone on their mobiles. They’d also comment on my photos on Facebook really snidely and sarcastically, as they were all really laughing at me together. I also got aggressively cornered by a group of girls when I had not even been long in the school. People would also go “Ugh” when they walked past me on the street, or shout really sarcastically and snidely at me. I could never get away from the bullies as they were everywhere; in school, online and hanging around my local shopping area. I also had rumours spread about me and groups of people would crowd round me pressuring me to dance and sing for them. I was too weak to just say “No” straight off. It was all many years ago, but still haunts me and my self-esteem to this day. I hate bullying, it makes me sick to the stomach.

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HEY,people do you think it’s healthy to other’s when they’re always crying or being sad? Well I think it’s not and it really hurts when we are bullied i hope that mac students can change the school by stopping bullying because bullying can lead to suicidal thoughts and that’s not good to have because thoughts lead to action and if you hurt yourself it’s not good and how many of you guys have been bullied please raise your hand if you have been bullied.!!!!
Well every body should have put your hands up because you have been bullied…
Can you please raise your hand if you have bullied someone..!!!!
Well how many of you don’t care how others feel?
How many of you think it’s alright to make others cry?
How many of you have every felt unsafe at school?
When i say unsafe i mean like scared they are gonna be beat up or scared about being bullied or picked on..!
Just know that the kid in the back of the class who says nothing at home he is always trying to find ways to be loud.
That one girl you called stupid she has all A’s..
You say it doesn’t hurt but it does when you tell your teacher you’re “FINE” we all know your not, we all know that something is wrong we may not know but we can help well some of us can because some of us went through the same stuff.

A Message to My 13 Year Old Self

This is not a bullying experience story. Rather, this is a bullying experience message. Writing was one of the things I did to let go and recover from my painful experience, thus I wrote this letter during the time I was struggling with painful memories.
I’m sharing this to everyone because I want this letter to serve a purpose – and that is to send a message that no matter who you are, and no matter what you’ve been through or going through, THERE IS HOPE and YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Although some people make us view ourselves negatively, there is always something wonderful about us that we should be proud of. We should not be ashamed of ourselves. We should not listen to negative voices. We should keep in mind that although we are flawed…we are wonderful and perfect – just the way we are. We are enough.
To those of you who are being bullied, keep in mind that YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO BE RESPECTED – FIGHT FOR THAT RIGHT.
To those of you who have been bullied and whose wounds still haven’t healed, remember that YOU WILL RECOVER – AND YOU WILL RISE UP
AS A MUCH BETTER, WISER, AND STRONGER PERSON.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Greatly blessed and deeply loved.

You can use your experience to make a big change, to serve a purpose.
Stay strong, better days are coming. ♡

Stand up

I lived in BC, I grew up there. I knew everyone and everyone knew me, we all went to school together, grew up together, learned together. We were all friends. Then my 10 year old life got flipped upside down. I moved far away to somewhere where I knew nobody and nobody knew me. Before school started they offered a camp for the kids so that you could get to know your classmates, I never wanted to go but my mom thought it would be good for me. So I went. The activities were fun, the teachers/counsellers were great, but the kids they were cruel. They didn’t know it then but they definitely changed my life. I was a big kid and automatically others didn’t like that, they didn’t like the fact that I broke the mold of that typical cookie cutter body standard that is shown in every aspect of our lives. All through middle school this went on and on and on. Others joined in, other bullies, and I would come home from school everyday and cry in my room because I felt like there was no end to this bullying. They would steal my binder and rip everything out of it and destroy it beyond repair. I would be walking in the hallway and they would knock all of the stuff out of my hands and all over the floor. They would put glue and clay in my hair and draw on my clothes with permanent marker. At school dances they would go out of their way to give me ANYTHING that related to a cow, because that was what they called me “Cow”. I was helpless. I told teachers and my parents but they can only do so much to stop bullies from hurting people. They made me feel like I was worthless, nothing, disposable, that no body cares or would ever care about how I felt. Then it was time for highschool and I knew I wasn’t going to play the victim any longer, I would not let them torment me any more. I taught myself to be hard headed and to not care what others think, I was me and I wasn’t going to change to fit that cookie cutter that everyone so desperately tried to fit into. I know it so much easier said then done, I understand that, it takes a lot of courage to stand up for yourself and others. But that’s what I did. I stood up for myself and that I didn’t care what they thought cause I wasn’t trying to impress them. They would throw stuff at me and I would pick it up, throw it in the garbage and sit right back down in the same spot because they weren’t going to ruin my day. I wasn’t going to let them win, they didn’t deserve to have any gratifications for their actions because I knew that they only bullied because there was something wrong within themselves or within their lives. That is still no excuse but it made me feel sorry for them, I was not scared of them and I would never let them project their hurt feelings onto me. If I saw others getting bullied I would go and stand up for them because I’m sure they felt as defenceless as I did. No one deserves to feel the way that I felt when I was getting bullied, no one! If I saw fights I would break them up, if I heard cruel words being spoken about someone I would tell them to keep their opinions to themselves because if they didn’t have anything nice to say they should say nothing at all, I would go up to someone who was hurt and try to be friends with them and let them know that they weren’t alone anymore. Being bullied is awful, people are cruel and rude and harsh, but all that stuff that happened to me has made me the person that I am today. I’m straight forward, hard headed, and most of all courageous. I do not put up with bullies and no one should. It’s been almost 9 years since I got bullied in middle school and I am stronger then ever. We need to stand up for ourselves and for others, we need to let people know that they are not alone in this world and that there are people to talk to and ways to get help. We need to be kind and repectful and loving. You are not alone, you are loved, you are wise, and you are strong. Hang in there, life gets better. I promise.