Real Teens Speak Out

this is what school is…….

i am scared to go school because of them i don’t know what there going to say. Every day i go home crying i am crying right now .
i want to tell my story so they know again i come to school to this remember this i need to tell this they call me dumb,i smell bad,i can’t do any thing i am scared…

My story and who I am now

Heyo! well bullying began for me when I was transferred into a new private school when I was 9 years old. I never felt more introverted and scared of people, because I fit in so well with my past classmates. I spent 4 and a half years of being tormented, harassed and bullied, I never felt more broken. I used to have my stuff taken from me and thrown around the class as I chased for it, I had kids kick me while I wasn’t looking, I was hit and ridiculed by the teachers because I was under-performing due to the fact that I would come home and just watch youtube all day to get away from real life. I wanted an outing, I wanted to go back to my old school. I spent those 4 and a half years unproductively. I would tell the teacher that I was being bullied and she would occasionally yell at the kids and then forget about everything and just leave me be, I was vulnerable.
During those 4 and a half years, I had grown accustomed to hating specific times and associate smells, people, movements, stances to that torment. It was just basically getting through the day for me, I couldn’t even look up from my table because I wanted to avoid the bullies’ eyes. I told my parents and grandparents but the same thing had happened, they would meet the teacher once and tell her and then just leave it. My grades and academics was suffering horribly because of the bullying. My advice is to not focus on the bullying, this will prove difficult but focus on your academics as much as you can! Tell people about your issues, your mental health is very important and push through, you’ll make it!!!

Tell an Adult

I’ve been pretty much bullied my whole life. From other people’s perspective people see it as just a bit of “banter” and nothing more. They cover it up as a friendly joke but they don’t realise they are hurting you. I was picked on, hit and pushed by people and I would retaliate for them to just do it more and more. Do not retaliate, that’s exactly what they want to from you. I would ignore them and they would leave me alone for a bit before coming back from more. There’s nothing you can do but stick up for yourself and that can be scary, real scary. I didn’t know how to stick up for myself but if I had been that brave I would of and I know it would scare them away. One day this guy threw me off the edge, not the way I wanted it to go and shout at him for all the nasty stuff he had done to me but I ran off crying, he came to me later on apologising saying “What i dont was way out of order,” not realising that it wasn’t that but a build up of EVERYTHING he had done which hit me. I eventually poured my heart out to a teacher or more that she had got it out of me. She told me that it wasn’t the first time he left someone crying in her office because he picked on her. That had only happened yesterday, im scared of what will happen when I come back to school because of what will happen to him, even though i shouldn’t care at all after torturing me for almost 4 years. I don’t want anything bad to happen him that could come to exclusion etc. Does he deserve it? Yes. But i just can’t help to feel bad. Pouring what I had felt for years that I kept to myself for so long felt so good, it’s not healthy to bottle everything up. I tolerated what was misery to my life and now I will not, no one deserves to be bullied and certainly not you. Tell an adult, i know it’s scary whether that could be the consequences of you telling but i promise you it will make you feel better than worse.

I just can’t anymore.

I was being bullied by fake friends since 3rd grade and now I’m in 7th grade and everyday,5-6 students from my class are bullying me.i have no strengnt to continue writing what they are doing to me.please help me

Middle school

Hi my name Alex I am a 15 year old girl I have been bullied since kindergarten and all the way through middle school and when I moved school I didn’t know anyone and eighth grade year I got jumped and got my head slammed into a locker in the girls locker room I have been afraid to even go to school but I still go and I have a hard time focusing in school

Bully in Highschool

when i was in High school, A guy & his friends bullied me for my shoes, my outfit and the fact that i had just came from Africa & i had a terrible Accent. He made fun of me for being skinny, black & having lazy eyes.

Fast forward couple years later i became a senior in high school, bought my first jordans, nike fleece & adidas joggers.
He saw me wearing them, came up to me and said “how did i afford that?” i said with God everything is possible.

Few months later i saw him again but this time it was on my street, he came up to me & ask for $2 to take the bus, i gave him 5, told him to keep the change. He was so surprised that i would help him, suddenly he started to apologize to me, told me it was a mistake & he was wrong; with tears on his eyes he lean toward me and gave me a hug and said “I’M SORRY BRO”!
I forgave him & we both went our ways.

update ; )
Now i’m a junior at Rhode Island college studying computer science, working part time & i’m happy to have everything i ever wanted.

Words

Hi, my name is Michael and I am 17 years old. When I was 15 I went through the whole of high school tortured by name calling and ridicule. My whole class used to mock each other but the abuse towards me was on another level. My family weren’t the wealthiest and people would make fun of my clothes, I never had the latest brand of trainers or the cleanest uniform. We were on a water meter so people would say I was smelly and think of all sorts of names to hurt me regarding my hygiene. I suffered from terrible acne so I was abused for that, I was never referred to as my name just spot related abuse. I felt my teacher was intimidating and when I told him things people had said he didn’t really listen and nothing was ever resolved so I stopped telling him all together. I felt so alone and no one was on my side. I didn’t want to tell my parents because they had enough to deal with regarding finance. School was the hardest time of my life. Now I am in college studying A levels and have a great friendship group and judged less. Words still remain a constant scar in my mind but everyday it gets easier and I get stronger.

i was bullied almost everyday until i got to high school. it started when i was about six years old amongst my out of school friends.then started to happen in school particularly one kid.i was bullied about how i look, how i spoke, how i think and because of what i knew. after about 6 years of bullying the summer before 7th grade i got depression not getting out of bed for about three months and also i got very sick. my bullying did not end but after those 3 months i cut all my friends and decided if i was going to be myself i was going to have to do it alone. i got in therapy telling my mother i only needed to talk to someone (she did not knew about my depression until i was over it). after therapy i decided that i needed to share my story. i am know in my freshmen year at high school, i have almost no bullying in my life and i am preparing an anti-bully workshop for schools to use

My story

I wasn’t bullied all through elementary or middle school. about a month into high school as a freshman (9th grade) I made this friend and her boyfriend started to talk to me and flirted with me. and I’m very self conscious and I liked it when boys gave me attention so I didn’t tell her about because I liked how he talked to me. he made me feel special. eventually she found out and he broke up with her because she lied a lot in the relationship. me and him got closer and during this she posted bad pictures of me that I understand I shouldn’t have even taken. the next day at school everyone was calling me names like slut and whore and laughing at me and saying I deserved it. it got to much and my mom took me out of public school and I’m now in homeschool with one friend who has been with me through everything.

Bullied for a Compassion

If you’re being bullied for something you love to do, do it. Don’t let them get to you. Don’t let them make you see everyone a different way.