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My name is Lara, I’m in year 6 and have been bullied for over 3 years. Yes it’s not easy and u have a lot of pier pressure. Everyday at school I get called names. I have so many questions like why do people like bullying and why? Don’t the bullies know it causes suicide. I can’t deal with it. Why why why why why why why Why me? PLEASE HELP
I have been bullied for about 1 and a half years and I don’t know why I don’t know what I did the truth is I didn’t do anything and if you’re getting bullied then don’t think it’s your folt because it’s not you didn’t do anything some people are just realy mean they threw pens at me they call me tramp fat ugly irrelivent they take it out of me because of my sexuality I am bisexual. I go to school and I am scared to walk past them because they will say something it even happens out side of school u went to town and I bumped into them and they started calling me fat and tramp and they tipped Fanta all over me and threw rocks and sticks and called me more names and I think this needs to stop I know there are more people out there who are getting bullied and teachers don’t stop it I have told them so many times and it still hasn’t stoped I hate my life because of them so I know I can’t stop it but i can share my story I hope my story helps because no matter what they say remember u are amazing gorgeous and perfect the way you are xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
My life hasn’t been the best, 5 years a go I was told I had depression and had a total of 4 counsellors but was unable to get proper help until I was 13 so here I am now 13 turning 14. Having to wait so long caused me to develop an eating disorder, I hardly ever attended school as people continuously took the mess out of my body shape (Im really skinny because of my eating) my face (I was/is really pale as I don’t eat much) because of that I was seen as weak and other things started to be said about me leaving me seriously insecure and it got to the point where I then developed anxiety. So basically I’m messed up and everyone hates me because of what I’ve been through. I’m so fed up of constantly hearing ‘stop bullying and calling people fat’ what about the people getting called anorexic and skinny rats everyday that hurts too. I’m fed up of never been stood up for or noticed. We exist you know!
It all started when my parents divorced and me, my mom and my brother had to move into a small town. I was in 4th grade then. At my first day of school, I immediately received negative remarks about how weak I was and everyone called me “four-eyes” for wearing glasses. I didn’t pay much attention to it, but I soon noticed how I had little to no friends at my class. My said “current friends” at the time tried to be distant to me as well. That made me feel really bad.
Fast forward to 5th grade, this boy who was tougher than me began to pick on me. Usually escalating into fighting and the school staff didn’t do anything about it but give a mere warning. I would constantly get my ass kicked and beat up because I was… well, physically weak. I had no arm strength. I didn’t know how to fight back.
In 6th grade, another boy came to our school and I felt like I made a friend! We were actually really good friends and he would stand up for me whenever in need, that stopped the bullying and made my situation better, it really did! …Until 7th grade. Our friendship suddenly fell apart as he became friends with this stronger group of boys, the school was basically afraid of them. My ex-bully began to bully me again, and guess what? My ex-friend and his group of friends joined in.
Up until 8th grade, I actually stood up to my old bully and whooped his arse, but the stronger boys would begin to bully me even harder. I would constantly be pushed to my limits to the point I almost cried and, in their point of view, humiliated myself. They would begin to bully me in classrooms when the teachers are not looking or are away for a moment. I felt depressed at that moment. I still do. Constantly I come back home and cry to myself and usually spend time alone because I literally have no friends around me.
Maybe one day that will change, but for now, I resort to cutting from time to time, even though I know it’s stupid. I feel like there’s no hope, even though I know that I can put a stop to this. I just don’t know how… Yet.
So basically, I’m 15 and I’m 5’11 which is taller than most people my age and I seem to get bullied for it a lot. For instance, I go to an all girls school and I got my 3 best friends but I got social anxiety, but only at school for some reason. I go to an all girls school and a group calls me lanky when I walk past and sometimes if the boys school are on the train they would call me lanky and big foot and a couple of times they chucked things at me like ones bag and newspapers and money. I did stand up for myself and it stopped but happens sometimes. And today, there was a different boys school and I was standing at the bus stop with my friend and I know a few of the boys and some of them just started to talk about my legs and how I’m a “lanky ugly b—” like I spoke to my school about it and they just said like to ignore it but it’s hard because it just puts me down even though I’m trying so much to ignore it. I also was talking to this boy and he liked me but I didn’t like him so him and his friends called me “a man” and urgh it’s just upsetting for me because there’s nothing to do about it and I hate being tall.
Hi, I’m broken…I’m currently 16 and completing year 11. Since year five i have been bullied for things which aren’t within my control. I was always such a strong, resilient girl and everyone knew that. As I got older and people grew up I thought things would get easier, but I was wrong. Everyday I wake up in hope that today will be different, people think their comments are little and harmless but really how many ‘harmless’ comments does it take before it’s no longer harmless. I’ve read the suicide statistics and i know that i’m part of that.. i attempted, three times….
I know I’m different.but that does not mean I accept it
I am now going into year 8 and the bullying hasn’t stoped
I would explain but I have to go
When i was about 11 was when i was first being bullied. i felt really bad about myself they made fun of my clothes and they even pushed me and made fun of my name. Bullying hurts really bad. i had friend who stood up for me when i was competing in track. this bully spit on me and called me fat and ugly and she may it to where i never wanted to run ever again or do any other sports. but when that friend of mine stood up for me she made sure i was ok and it was the best feeling in the world.
I was bullied for 3 years, from 4th to 6th grade. But I don’t want to share that story. I want to share another story, one in which I WAS the bully. In second grade, I bullied a girl. I insulted her and called her names on the playground. Bullying was how I vented my sadness and anger from my parents divorce, and it was not a good time for me. I had been a good kid for my whole life, but the bullying made me feel powerful, more superior. It was only when the principal called me to her office and gave me a lecture that I realized the lengths of terrible things I had done. What had started as teasing had grown into hurting a young girls feelings, and I apologized to that girl. We remained acquaintances but never became good friends. I moved to another school after that school year and never bullied anybody ever again, even though I faced a couple bullies later on. To this day, I remain the good kid. I have really good grades and am more level headed.
In year 7 my teachers would humiliate me in front of the whole class for doing trivial things wrong. I was bullied by a group of girls who decided they didn’t like me without ever getting to know me. They would laugh at me, call me their dog. They spread rumours and wrote horrible things on facebook about me. And when I just couldn’t hold it together anymore they laughed while I cried. I would sit at a table with the other kids and they would all get up and move away and I’d have the whole 8 seat table to myself. It was like I had the plague. I felt like I had the plague. And I felt like there was something really wrong with me. That I was worth so much less than everyone else. I guess I’d always felt like that, but this made me feel even more so. I sat by myself at lunch. No one stood up for me. I always stood up for myself. Which is why they kept going. They wanted my reaction.
When I went to the school about it and told them what was going on it was ‘my fault’ and ‘there was nothing they could do’. Then my mum would force me to go to school every day whether I liked it or not. I would cry and scream most mornings before I left but that was just more proof that I was out of control and the problem. And then when my dad took me to school, he’d hit and punch me in the car on the way. So yeah, it’s nice to get that off my chest after 8 years.