Real Teens Speak Out

Bullied

It was a normal middle school day for me. KIds were getting out of school and getting back home. I used to wear what kids would wear. A shirt with a dog, and flowers with hearts, and peace signs and some legging with lots of dogs around it. And for my shoes, i wore the light up skechers. They were pink with lots of glitter. My hair was really short too. And by the way, iI was in the eighth grade so I was bullied a lot. I was walking to the park so i can get picked up from school. A group of girls came towards me, and pushed me out of nowhere. I was so hurt, and the rest of the people came and kicked me every where they could, they even kicked my face.

Bullying leaves scars no one can see

I remember the first time I was ever bullied. I was in computer class listening to my teacher explain our assignment for the day when the two girls sitting next to me began saying unkind things about me, such as, look at her eyebrows, she doesn’t read well, she’s weird..
I was only 14 those words still taunt me and are constantly repeating in my head on a daily basis.
Bullying continues all the way throughout high school, it had gotten so bad that I have totally shut everyone out, all the voices, the mean looks, and most importantly the teasing, even though I still heard every word.
I spent my high school years in almost complete silence.
I laughed at a girl once, who had fallen, I laughed because I was so hurt inside and I needed something to laugh at, even though it wasnt the slightest bit funny, I regret that day everyday, I feel sick to my stomach every time I think about that moment, if I could go back in time, I would have helped that girl back up to her feet and made sure she wasn’t hurt. (That was 6 years ago)
I have spent many nights looking at my ceiling wondering, what have I done ? Why are people so cruel?
The people who bullied me, made me a monster, I can no longer walk in a big crowd without feeling like someone is judging me, or that someone may laugh or tease me.
I have a hard time making friends. Because the silence that I lived for many years, has made it almost impossible, i have no clue how to have a normal conversation because my anxiety tells me to stay away and to not talk with others.
I am now 19 years old, I thought the bullying would have stopped by now, but it hasn’t. I still feel the anxiety from high school, and I’m still being bullied.. #antibullying

my story

I had a friend that was bullying another friend in my grade. I had to yell at the kid to stop but he did not, so i had to use force. It never occurred to me that they did not like each other. My only regret is that I could have realized the signs that they showed or at least stop it before it progressed to such a level but I did not. So it is partially my part and that will be over my head for the rest of my life : )

Threats

So it was my first year of sixth grade and I was a little new kid. I had constant panic attacks because I wasn’t used to change. So once I had panic attacks I would go to the counselor. it happened on a daily basis for two weeks. I started hanging out with my best friends (who were guys by the way) this girl in my class kept calling me a cry baby and other names because of who I hung out with and what I acted like. This girl kept saying she was going to kill me. The worst part is now that I look back at it my best friends didn’t back me up. they sat back and watched me get threatened for my life. That whole experience changed my view on life and my view on school. I will never forget what happened to me.

this isnt the end

when I was in the fourth grade I moved back to my hometown after a year of being gone.i was the shy,weak,socially akward girl nobody wanted to be friends with.i started getting bullied,kids would lock me in the bathroom so I was late for the bus.it got even worse when the teachers go involved,i was the one who got in trouble.then middle school started…..the first 2 terms went fine.until I started getting bullied.this got more physical.it was hair puling,to pushing me into an empty classroom for a group of popular girls o beat me up.this kind of abuse starting putting bad ideas into my head….6th grade came along and I was dignosed with general depression and anxiey.i started failing classes,because all I would do is skip and go cry in the bathroom. i survived and u can to.just kep fighting.tell an adult of the abuse.

Ok. So when I was (still am) in Middle School all through 7th and 8th grade these boys call me names and it kept getting on my nerves and I thought it wasn’t right. Every night I would go home and cry in the corner of my room, but I couldn’t cry to loud or my parents would yell at me. I told my teachers and parents what happened, because it happened so constantly and it got so bad. But you know what I did? I stuck my chin up and I was confident. Once I told a teacher, those kids never bugged me again. To be scared to get help from someone! Don’t think that if you go to a teacher or parent for help is weak, because it’s not! Don’t be scared, just do it and you’ll be glad that you did!!!!

being called a something i am not

I was hanging out with my best friend (who is a guy) and his ex-girlfriend saw me him and his other friend (was a guy) and since then am
called a hoe and thot.

Intervene.

People need to intervene when they see someone getting bullied because it will in most cases stop if they do.

Bullied ever since I was in middle school

I have been bullied ever since I was in middle school and I am now in high school and still getting bullied I just don’t know what to do anymore

its not true

ever since i moved to minnesota from south dakota ive been bullied ive been called lesbian ive been punched on the bus. even in gym i get bullied i miss one shot and they freak out on me its annoying i wish it would stop and i still get bullied.