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Keeping a long story short…Bullying started for me in the third grade, From other students and 2 teachers as well. I can remember just about all of it all these years later. I was a short fat boy with red curly hair and later pimples so I was a huge target for everybody. It is not “just innocent fun”, “kids will be kids” , “They will grow out of it” or “he wont even remember”. It was not fun, It hurt, The bullying lasted from 3rd grade until I finished school and like I said I remember just about all of it. But you know what friends? All these years later I am everything I was told I would “not” be. Married with kids a good job and a lot of love. All the trash you hear is just that TRASH. All of you ARE beautiful people and you WILL have your own beautiful life. It is true that bullies are that way because of their own insecurities.
So my scl years passed with peace till class 5 .. I had a friend and Iam not gonna mention her name here she was my friend since grade 4 we became best friends.. I felt that she is going to leave me in the next class since we had 3 sections of our class and all of the sections were to be merged in the next year i.e in grade 6.. So everything got ruined just after she left me for no reason since I valued her always.. When she left me I cried definetly and then the kids insulted me for crying that I cry on everything.. I was sensitive stressful child by nature and they would hurt my feelings.. they would hurt me verbally bcz it affected me .. it became a fun for them and I dont think so they would have ever cared abt how much it hurt me even though they themselves were not less emotional than me but just bcz I cried many times they insulted me.. also bullying included calling me fat,insult for my short height even though I wasnt fat that much and they used me like if they wanted to cheat a test they would request me to sit beside them.. they would beat me like in a group.. they would slap me all 12 or maybe 7 girls would slap me push me and pull my hair and when I talked them abt me they would ask me not to complain bcz it was only a joke.. what the heck? One day I thought the solution to this treatement so I received the same treatement one day and did the same back and since I was healthy it hurt them so much and they would say that it was too much so I replied that when u go through same then u feel it then they did again all this I again did what I did previously and eventually they stopped doing it.. they got afraid.. Bullying also included other things like u know friendship and other things but I got tired in grade 8 and decided to change the scl and thankfully got relieved.. Now I dont remember it bcz I have much things to do.. I have interest in researching but I decided to share it here.. also I was called as a stupid person by my friends I got to hear this and I started to believe it but now I know who’s more stupid 😂😆.. those ppl dont have anything to enjoy their lives who bullied me.. I cried everyday stressed so much I even got a huge depression in maybe 9 or 10 class by remembering everything that happened to me 3 years back. But I wanna just advise one thing that their opinions dont matter.. be brave and make them feel down by your intelligence..
Ive been reading alot of the stories here on this wbsite and i guess i had the courage to share mine. So i guess here it is.
I am a Middle school student, being bullied for 5 years now. The first ever name i was ever called was fat and ugly. I decided, me being a good student, to tell the teacher. He made them appologize, but did that fix anything.. no.. if anything, it made it worse. Grade school finished and i was going onto Middle school. 6th grade bullying got so much more harsh on me and I started to believe it was true. I figured the only escape and release was to self harm. I did so. I stayed clean for a very long time til.. 7th grade had came along. My cousin moved in and was going to attend the same school with me. She changed me.. completely.. i got into more habits and dealing with drugs and alcohol and being pressured with self harm. This was my worse year yet. Every day, every hour, every second, i always heard something being said about me. Always false rumors floating around. I lost almost all my friends cause i changed that much. When my cousin moved back home, it took me so long to kinda figure out who i was as a real person and not who i was told i needed to be.. i was told i needed to be a bad person. Fist fights and everything. I needed to change,but i did not know how. Till i met this one person. She actually helped me with.. so much.. we can call her Sunny. She helped me find coping methods, rather than doing “drawings” on my wrist. She gave me advice and honestly, we grew. Sunny always helped me and we became best friends. She hasnt once betrayed me and honestly.. those type of people are really hard to find. I dont know what else to really say.. best advice for my ending, if you find someone like sunny, keep them in your life and never betray them. They will lead you down such a magical path that changes your life forever actually.
Hi …! I am 15 and through my life , I have got obnoxious comments over my colour . I am from India , Asia and India is country of mixed colours brown , white , pale and probably every colour . I am brown one .
Since i was 5 , as soon as i started going to my school , i suffered a comment every where i go.. ” Why you are brown ? ” …
Like I was a child only thing I could do was just to feel myself guilty for this …. . In my family my mom, dad, and my brother and me …we all are brown .. then it ain’t my fault .
I was oftenly not allowed play with the other girls who used to think they were cute and glamorous (but reality was different ).
I was quite alone …. although I was excellent in studies and grade but everything was going on was bad…
I used to cry alongside of my mom and ask her why I am like this ….. ?
My mom always gave me a smile and answered me :
“Why you are feeling bad , you know lord krishna and lord shiv were also brown… they had almighty powers .. no one had to do anything with your colour and even if they do you have to show them your strength…..”
Mom made me forget about all this …
And even i showed my bullies who i am …. they no more tease me .. 🙂
Even now i am good with all my friend and all my teachers … I have my personality …… but if someone new asks me why i am brown ….. iam like …… smiling and telling them how ever i am , i am amazingly fine … 🙂 🙂
Ive always been short and im fat. I get bullied for it at school + home in America. At home everyone bullies me because im fat and when i get bad grades they start shouting at me and all. I also dont like my brother because he bullies and abuses me.
At school i get bullied because im short and fat, i try being funny so people like me but people just find me as a joke. When i hang out with my friends they just bully me for how short i am and people at school also do lot of abusing to me because im an easy target (not really abusing maybe just like head lock chocking and they let go after 2secs). Whenever my parents get angry at me and i go to my room I cry (even if im a 13yr old boy) and think how i dont belomg here, im a joke, i get bad grades and it just makes me feel like Suicidal. I feel alone everyday. I dont want to see anyone about it please dont tell me to see anyone. I think about suicide but i will never do it because i am catholic. I get really emotional even tho im a teen. I feel depressed, do I really belong here. I am a joke 🙁
It most likely all started in years 6 when I transferred to that particular school. For me I was so scared and shy to make new friends, my parents would tell me it’s okay I’d make really nice friends but guess they were wrong as soon as I entered the school I was automatically hated, I would get physical, verbal and psychological abuse from those that thought I was scum beneath their feet. They would trip me over, call me names and pull my hair I had no one to support me; no friends, no teacher no one, I remember once I tried to tell a teacher but because my English wasn’t that good she would condemn me for not speaking right, tell me that I would struggle in life because I couldn’t speak right I would tell her about my situation but it was like she would blame me for myself being bullied like I was the cause of it. I learned to believe it was me from year 7 I tried to make friends but again there would be severe issues that lead to being isolated and depressed the whole course of secondary school, people that were the same skin colour as me would be racist they would call me out in front of everyone calling me things like “monkey”, “ape”, that I belonged in the jungle or just consistently call out my race and insult the way I looked. I remember in year 9 I was able to make one friend I thought she was my friend at that time I had Instagram I would post pictures thinking I was pretty but I was worthless there was no point because I never believed but anyway she would comment on my pic that I looked ugly and unattractive I always thought she was right as I had never had someone I could call a friend. Eventually I made some “friends” in year 11 but I always got that overwhelming feeling of loneliness like I could never be loved I was and am worthless,trash,ugly,nothing I developed a toxic mindset leading me to feel suicidal from the starting of year 7 I was tormented at lunch,during school and after school hours I never had a break from bullying it became a mantra that I would repeat in my head “I am and will always be worthless” I believed that even till now bullying basically effected my adulthood that I developed serious anxiety and paranoia I would always be on the edge waiting for something to happen, having panic attacks because I couldn’t talk to my family or anyone because I felt they would judge me disown me for being so weak I would cry myself to sleep every night because I couldn’t sleep. I would isolate myself in college to avoid being the centre of attention, to sum it up bullying stole my confidence, reduced my self esteem to an alarming rate but more so surrounded my mind with negative thoughts .
I’m still in the eighth grade, but I’ve been through a lot. I was born with autism and diagnosed in kindergarten. I was bullied in first grade for knowing how to read, but having the inability to read aloud thanks to a speech impediment. I moved in second grade and it got worse from there. Kids would call me “fat” and “freak” and exclude me from everything. One girl bit me on the arm, and when questioned by the teacher, she said “I didn’t know that she was right there!” In third grade, the same thing happened, but people spread rumors about me. Fourth grade was when I started self-harming. Fifth grade, I was called “weirdo” and “stupid”. Sixth grade, I made friends, but they backfired and started telling me to kill myself. The boys sexually harassed me. Seventh grade, I ran out of the room crying because a boy mocked my stutter in front of the entire English class, 30+ kids. I made new friends. Again, it backfired and they turned on me. I went into therapy. Eighth grade, the kids still make fun of me, but I’ve gotten better at getting people to leave me alone. I have a few real friends now who accept me for the weirdo I am. It’s gotten better. A year after the attempt, I’ve gone to concerts (which I never thought I would ever do!), become an A-B student, and have settled into myself. It gets better. You just have to hold on to see it.
So, when I was in grade 5, I was freinds with a lot of the boys in my class, I was the only girl that would play certain games with them, so I was pretty close to some of them. Eventually, me and one of then became friends online and, I mean, that was fine. One day after we had a fight over text, I was playing with the rest of the boys again and he decided to join in. While I was running after them, because I was it, he and his friends called me a “Fat Pig” at that point in grade 5, I already a pretty low self esteem, but I wasn’t even fat. They made me feel really bad about myself and people were talking behind my back. I had to tell the teacher. I know it wasn’t right for him to be doing that. He called me a snitch, but what else was I supposed to do?
It all started in 7th grade, I was being used by my friends. They would borrow “certain” things from me, talk to me only when they want something and then dumped me. I’ve been through the same thing on repeat throughout my middle school and high school life. However, I found a group friends, they seemed real at first but eventually we started having conflicts. In the group we branched off in pairs. Sometimes my partner would fall out with the other pair, sometimes I would out with my partner. Once it happened… my partner and I had a fallout, I was so depressed by this, however, well-wishers made us turn back friends. After sometime I found out she was using me, well actually all along I knew it but I stayed quiet and kept it to myself. She would use me when she and the other girls aren’t talking and when they patched up she would kick me out the picture even if we were “the pair.” It got at a point when she talked things about me behind my back . After this we fell out completely. I still remained friends with the other girls because they supported me. But I feel used, hurt and depressed.. it’s like I don’t feel appreciated when I’m around them, they make me feel smaller than them, it’s like I have to suck upto them. They even started talking back to my “partner” and left me out. Many other bad things happened that I’m not gonna mention here..
It got to a point where i wanted to commit suicide, my grades dropped because of this, I was bullied. I was scared to say anything to my parents or anyone. Everyone at my school treated me differently, used me, it was hard to trust anyone anymore. I would come home and cry my eyes out, praying to god when this will end. I asked myself “When will I have happiness” “when will I feel appreciated” “when will everyone respect me”.
It really hurts me… I was betrayed..
It’s the end. I’m done with high school, I’m out of there, I’m happy alone, I don’t need friends. Can’t tell which one is real or fake with all the bad experiences I’ve encountered.
Just know that if you are going through what I went through or maybe a similar situation.. you are not alone in this. God is with you, your parents will be there for you no matter who leaves you. This is not forever.
Be strong! And don’t let it take a toll on your grades! Continue being positive and spread love. Don’t let this situation change you or bring out the worse in you.
My name is M. Im 17years old i live with my mom ive been bullied my whole entire life i´ve struggle to find who i am i try to not fight myself because im young Lots of girls bully me i dont say nothing i love to write books and read i feel like im a rock that sinked into the bottom of the ocean i cry because i can not find who i use to be i go to a good school i just want a better life and a better future. i want people to Know that bullying is not what you are treating yourself to do but you are also encourging others to follow your footsteps i hate that people take advantage of me i share my story to let others know that you are not alone you cant fix your problems alone you have to ask for help because you wont know what to do later i been broken from girls because they dont like the way i look the way i dress the way i act towards people they hate me cause i dont act like them i dont have the things like them i try to not cry when somebody talk about me
try to focus on my self i hate to cry and being upset at my self i say i hate to cry because it hurts really bad i put myself in a position where i dont want people to get hurt i feel kids shouldnt have to worry about getting their money stolen from another student where i shouldnt have to repeat my self to let others know that im tired of others killing there self cause they cant handle much pain where they cant talk to there parents about what had happen in school some kids feel like an outcast like they have no one that cares about them even if they try to care for thereself it is hard for them to put in that effort my life is a rock but i feel more than a rock i feel like a stone that has been crushed i also feel like an outcast and you are not an outcast we are together