It all started when I was younger. I’m half African and half Caucasian. I’ve always been picked on. When I was a child my mom would put my hair in braids. I had beads and barrettes and I thought they were beautiful. But once I got to school, I was picked on. When I got to be seven or eight I finally had one friend. One! I had finally felt like someone cared. I kept going to school and my confidence built. But I soon realized I wasn’t getting the grades I needed. I hadn’t known I needed glasses. I told my teachers I couldn’t see the board. They moved me to the front of the class, but I still couldn’t see. My own teachers began to tell me that I was lying. They had told me I was just trying to get attention.. How could they? My own teachers! My mom stepped in and took me to the eye doctor. I was near sided and needed glasses. After receiving my glasses, I got honor roll. I then began to get bullied for having glasses! ber her friends calling me a monster! I sat there and cried for hours. Me, a monster? We barely hung up out after that. My mother And I then moved to California. (We had lived in Alaska.) I thought to myself. New school, New Place, New Me. I was so wrong. I went to an Elementary school there. I was so different. I was the little Alaskan girl. They asked me if I lived in an igloo. They taunted me about my hair. My clothing. Everything. I was new. The cliques there were awful. Everyone had a group. I wasn’t When will this madness stop? What did I ever do to the world to deserve this? I’m scared to go back to school. I have told adults and no one can do anything about it. I’ve tried to stop it for years. I’ve never had anyone. I’ve lost all hope. For 16 years I’ve tried making friends, and for 16 years no one ever cared. I want to tell this story because no one knows how bad it can truly get until you feel it. I’m going to stay homeschooled. I don’t know what else to do. I would write more details. Some are too embarrassing. Does anyone know how it feels to have absolutely no friends? I do.
There is a girl (and now her group of friends) at my school for the past 3 or 4 months that has been bullying me. They’ve been hissing, barking and yelling at me; and previously she had intimidated me with her hands on me, pushed and inappropriately touched me. I’ve tried telling my guidance counselor; but its continued. It got to the point that I told my principal and the girl would stop for a week or 2 then start up again. Exactly 2 weeks ago a staff member a my school saw/heard them barking at me and told them to stop, and when they didn’t she told the dean of students. Going through this is hard enough, but not having a friend along the way is even harder. My friend got upset at me, partially because I tried telling her about the bullying, and she refuses to talk to me.
Amongst all the bullying I received throughout my life, I think being implicitly told I was ugly was of the worse kind (Apart from my parents telling me explicitally I was ugly.) Let’s just say my self-esteem has never recovered fully. Anyhow, one of the first instances was in elementary school. “Kids can be cruel.” they used to say loosely. I was told (because I had glasses) that boys would not like me because I was a “nerd” and a “geek” and a “loser”. But what if I liked them? “No, boys only liked girls that were pretty and blonde and that wear make up.” I was a little 8 year old girl, South American, with skin dark and hair darker. I got past it but to this day I still think about it. I still look at couples and can only dream of what it’s like to be loved. I would not wish the treatment I recieved upon anyone and never tolerate bullying of any kind. Nobody deserves to be bullied; because it sticks.
Hi, I have been bullied since kindergarten. Yes, they say that’s normal for a child, but it was so unexpected and shouldn’t have happened anyway. In 2nd grade, I got threatened to be killed. I was scared. I was only 7. I didn’t know what to do. By the 5th grade, I moved to a new school. I knew I wasn’t going to fit in just like my old school, but I had to go no matter what. In the 6th grade, it went worse. I never told anyone. I knew it was no use. Why? Because many adults think we exaggerate or something. So I faced it alone for about 6-8 years. It was horrible as well as having to face family problems. But now, I am stronger than ever. Nobody messes with me. I feel….GREAT!
I started getting bullied when I was 12 I just entered middle school I was super happy to go there and I finally made some friends the best group of friends well I thought they were great at the time. A couple of weeks went by and people were calling me names (fat,worthless,ugly, etc) they even told me that I didn’t deserve to live. I t didn’t stop when I got home from school they cyberbullied me also. It went on for almost 3 years. Every year it got worse and worse. Finally I got help.
I have been bullied since moving to a new school in third grade, it wasnt that serious but when i got to high school my life was a living hell.
I have dreadlocks and i used to leave them down but then people kept on calling me spider hair and a witch and awful things,ive been bullied about my weight beacuse im skinny but they dont know may past to judge why i look like that, i stay strong everyday and beat the odds ,FoR all you people struggle remember that no matter how down you feel someone is always there for you amd be strong
Sometimes I feel like just giving up in total as I feel like nobody understands how I feel. People know how I suffer with depression and they still treat me like I’m supposed to know what I’m doing. We all make mistakes and even when we try to admit to them people will always hold a grudge and hate you no matter what you try and do. And it’s worse when bullying and harassment comes from people who used to be your friends…
After breaking up with a guy in high school, his friends decided to be mean to me. Whenever I walked by one of them would say something rude but I decided to take the high road and not comment to them. The final straw came when a guy who used to be my friend turned on me. I had to get by this group of boys to leave the cafeteria, so I was polite and said “excuse me”. The guy who used to be my friend said “there is no excuse for you”. I am an adult now and I still clearly remember that cutting remark. I don’t think he realizes how his comment affected me, but it changed my opinion of him forever and it still bugs me to this day.
After breaking up with a guy in high school, his friends decided to be mean to me. Whenever I walked by one of them would say something rude but I decided to take the high road and not comment to them. The final straw came when a guy who used to be my friend turned on me. I had to get by this group of boys to leave the cafeteria, so I was polite and said “excuse me”. The guy who used to be my friend said “there is no excuse for you”. I am an adult now and I still clearly remember that cutting remark. I don’t think he realizes how his comment affected me, but it changed my opinion of him forever and it still bugs me to this day.
Hi, I always had friends and was very popular in school until I reached the 9th grade. My relative was the teacher and everyone hated her. My friends turned against me to join the bullies in hating my relative and me. They talked about my relative teacher to my face everyday. They did it just to hurt me. My relative teacher was a really really good teacher. The students just insisted to hate her though. She never treated me any different, nor did she give me an advantage on grades. I didn’t even have the highest grade in her class! My classmates insisted that she was giving me the answers at home. I never told my family members how I was getting harrassed at school. My ex friend even made up lies on my relative to get her fired. My ex friend tried to play the victim. She disrespected my relative teacher (while disrespecting me at the same time) and went home and got her mom involved. It was so ugly. Just my luck, I had another relative as a teacher the following year, and everyone hated her as well! It was the same cycle. What kind of luck was I born into? Anyone ever heard of a story similar to mine?