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I had a friend that I considered my best friend. Unfortunately, she overheard one of my bullies and she stopped talking with me. The same thing repeated for the next couple of years until grade 2 when one of my bullies transferred schools. There were 2, but the other bully acted a bit friendlier. I was pretty quiet with a new friend I made for 2 years, until grade 4 when I made a new friend. We were pretty close for a few months until she started threatening that she wouldn’t be my friend anymore unless I bought her candy. I told my mum about this, and she said not to be friends with her anymore. I continued being her friend the next day though, as I only had 2 friends that year, so I didn’t want to stop. Soon she introduced me to 2 of her other friends, which were my acquaintances for the rest of the year. The next year, they didn’t want to talk to me anymore for an unknown reason. Instead, they grimaced at me in the hallways, which I soon learned to ignore. Nothing much other than that happened that year. Then the next year some of the boys in my class started calling me “Virus” which I soon learned to use to my advantage and went about my way alone and at peace for the rest of the year. After that year, i transferred to a new school where no one bothered me with insults, and i made a few more friends.
hi it’s S. i’ve been bullied most all my life because of my hearing. i’m half deaf in my left ear. i was called names, tripped, this one girl was my friend at the beginning and then she started to be mean to me, like everyday. i did get help but it didn’t seem to stop. but then years later it did. she moved and i don’t see her anymore. but there are these boys that call me names all the time but i moved away and am going to another school and it’s a lot better. just know you’re not alone and never will be but GET HELP IF YOU NEED IT !
It all started in 5th grade because this was when I transferred schools. So I’ve always been an extroverted kid, and in 5th grade, I went to what I’ll just call stonewall intermediate. This school was known to be the best school district in my state but the problem was it had tons of spoiled kids. I was a good kid but would get in trouble a lot and got lunch detention and Friday night school often. but I never meant anything but they did ……the boys. but these boys bullied me for having a Samsung, being chubby, having acne, and calling me names. The bullies pointed out anything they could point out, and this was especially hard on me because I didn’t have any friends well close ones, and little by little I showed less and less emotion and became very introverted. I wish I had reached out for help sooner because in my freshmen year of high school I made a real friend and she helped me reach out to get them suspended for a few weeks luckily because my school had a strict bullying policy.
In my first year in the middle school, i was a bully victim . I was 11 years old and my classmates were very bad with me . They threatened me, hit …. Once, they threw my clothes in the bin, spit on me because i asked my sport teacher where were my clothes. They even caught me at the bus stop to hit me . I had some traumatisms and i consulted different doctors. Once I wanted to hurt myself but i stopped because i thought i was stupid to do this. Today I’m better but i don’t love myself .
When I was in second, and third grade, I was bullied on the school bus, going to and from school. I remember specifically this one boy.. He would pull my hair, make fun of my outfit or use the nickname he made up for me. Pepperoni face. I couldn’t really tell him to stop since he was a year older than me. He bullied me from the minute I got on the bus in third grade to the day he left when I was in fourth. Till this day I am still insecure and have a low self-esteem.
I was never picked on in front of my face. I was never popular, but 5th grade is when it started for the first time. A boy who let’s call A. used to call me “Fatty [my name here]”. I was devastated. I knew I was a little bigger because I had hit puberty and the changes were coming. I knew I was among the first few to experience it. It started in September before the teacher stopped it. At Christmas time that year, we did secret Santa as a class. I wrote that I liked hockey and cooking/baking on my slip of paper. I got a cookbook I was super excited to use. I was so excited to try out all the recipes when A. said “why would you get Fatty [my name here] a cookbook? She’s already so overweight and will die from it.” Since then, I have never looked at food the same and feel triggered when someone is called “fat”. Due to A, I started to eat less, I started to skip meals, I had suicidal thoughts, I started to starve, I thought it was over. I just wanted to be left alone, even if it meant me dying. This is proof bullying is NOT a joke. Please think twice before you speak.
A did move to another country before I went to middle school and high school.
hey guys i’m Z coming to you with a really deep story i was bullied by a girl that my mom was fostering this girl had put stuff on my snap that was untrue i only keep crying it hurts really bad i don’t even know where to begin to cope with because all my friends that go to my school have seen this i’m new here now they’re going to call me names cause it’s already started i just wish cyberbullying didn’t exist
hi kids at the age of 11 this boy antonio was getting bullied he could not hear or see in 1 eye. so these boys were picking on him and i said stop and one boy said what is this your boyfriend? i said no but im his friend and they all started to pick on us just because we were friends. and it was this one day i told the teacher that they kept messing with us and they would call me a snitch and i just ignored them until they had got SUSPENDED. and my friend antonio could hear i was so happy and he told the teacher on them and said he was getting bullied a lot and he thanked me for even being his friend and thats why you should always be kind.
I was in Grade 7, 7th grade and I remember being at the netball courts with my classmates, preparing for a drama skit. I said something to another girl. She took it to heart, though it was meant to be a joke because she said it to me every day. She told me to repeat what I had said and I did so. All i can recall was her hand landing on my cheek. Everyone cheering on for her to carry on. It was not the physical pain for me, it was the pain of everyone cheering for her and her actions towards me; it was the pain of wishing to be swallowed up by earth; it was the pain of not being able to get out of the moment. I know you’re probably wondering what I did after this. Well, I kept quiet. Why? This was not the first time that I got bullied; in fact I’ve even lost count. On many occasions i would go home and tell my parents. But with this situation it was different, our class teacher was there. She saw everything that had happened that day and she did nothing. So if she did nothing where does that leave my own parents who never stood with me?
I’ve grown to learn a lot. Yes I will never forget her or that day, but I can choose to accept what has happened and acknowledge that I can never change it even though I don’t like it. It truly does get better as time goes by.
At age 12 all I wanted to be was myself. I had a few friends and was starting my final year at my school. Everything seemed fine at first but all of a sudden my life fell apart. All I did was score badly on a test. I’m overall a really good student and I get good marks. I managed to fix back the pieces and everything went back to normal but it didn’t last. Things fell apart again a couple of months later. I got harassed and tormented. I was called racist even though I wasn’t. As a member of the Asian community, I do get bullied a lot. It’s still currently ongoing and I’m desperate for support.