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Bullying
Anonymous

Bullying is no laughing matter at all! People do it so much now that they don’t want to tell someone! My grandparents actually got me admitted to psychiatric hospital so I could have help I have bullied since I was 4 I want my story to be heard! I’ve tried everything in the book because I just felt no point here! I want my story to be heard!

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The Big Girl
Anonymous

So I’ve been big all my life, It was just how my body was built. I’ve never had those skinny thighs or super flat tummy. When I was little most of the bullying came from my family. I would literally cry so much that I was just known as the crybaby at school. Things my family said about my weight at 10 years old still sticks with me today at age 16 and probably will stick with me for the rest of my life. Nobody at school really bullied me about my weight because as I got older people would label me as “thick”. I remember my sophomore school year I was talkingflirting with this dude and I overheard somebody tell him “I see you flirting to a big girl over there.” I didn’t here what he said after but he did keep his distance away from me for the rest of the school year and this year too after he was told that and it hurt my feelings a lot.

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Anonymous

Hello! I’m eleven years old. I’m on summer break right now, but I thought I’d share my story.
So, during all of fifth grade ( I’m going into sixth) I was bullied for no reason whatsoever. And it hasn’t stopped. I was the new kid, since I had just moved there, and they placed me in a regular class for a few days while they tested me to see what level I was at. I had some pretty easy classes. Then they said I was going to go into gifted class. I was pretty nervous. And I was even more nervous because I had gotten my hair cut really short, just below my ears, and it was really frizzy and poofy. So, I walk into the computer lab, and everyone stares at me because the lady with me starts to introduce me. I just stand there, nervous, and looking over my classmates. Then the teacher says, “Here, you can sit next to …..(not putting any names)” so I go and sit next to her. And then after a while, this kid starts bugging us. The girl sitting next to me tells me to ignore him. I do as told. Then we leave and go through all our classes. The boy keeps bugging me. Time skip to a few months into the school year. The boy has bugged all that time. He would always call me ugly and lonely and friendless and he told me I looked like dora because of my hair. Him and his friend would just start making fun of me out of nowhere. Then one day, we were in class and the teacher starts going through a bullying lesson. All the while, i just stare at the kid and whenever the teacher mentions something that he does, everyone in the class looks at him, clears their throat, and glares at him for a bit before turning away. No reaction from him. I kinda hoped he would feel guilty and stop bullying but he kept going. Then things started escalating. He would walk by and pull my hair and whisper “ugly” and then pretend nothing happened. Then he would turn around in his seat, reach over and pinch me or poke me. Then he started leaving notes in my locker, things like “ugly” or “stupid” or “nobody likes you” and then, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. He would walk past me in the hall, and would sometimes try t knock my things down, or start saying hatching behind my back, and then nobody would want to be around me. On days like those, I would cry myself to sleep. My mom would always ask me how my day was. I didn’t want to make a scandal, so I never told her about it, up until recently. And recently I’ve been thinking back to those times and I would think to myself: it’s all true. I’m ugly im stupid etc. and I’ve been feeling depressed and stressed out, and I just want to die some days. I don’t know how I’m going to get through life.

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hell in school
Anonymous

i was bullyed all thru school becues of my speech problem and they make fun of me and look me and becues of my speech problem i change school and i hate that becues i had to make new friends every school year and some kid call me name and i cry when i go home and cry my self to sleep but it was bad when i moved and they said to go kill my self and go back where i came from why do some people do this in school and it was hell i wanted to go back but i cant my mom and dad said you cant move back we are here now and not there no more i was so sad i was making fake acct to be happy and to forget my life but im 22 now and done with College and happy 🙂

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Bullying Sucks
Anonymous

I’m not gonna talk about my bullying stories. I don’t have that much. (lucky me) I just want to say… BULLYING SUCKS. Seriously, bullies are stupid and they don’t even know what they’re doing. Who in their right mind will go up to some random kid and start picking on him for no reason? Don’t you have better things to do?

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Middle School Drama
Anonymous

Being bullied isn’t easy AT ALL. I suffered so many times at school, worst part is.. I had NO friends.
I was called “ugly, fat, loser,..”
As an 11 years old, it was a nightmare, I never told anyone until one day my mom found me crying in the pantry.
She brought me to a psychologist, she told the school and confronted the 4 girls.
After all of that, I am finally happy!

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“It was a joke”
Anonymous

Hi. I am 11 years old. This is my story. It was a long time ago, when I was 10. I was in elementary and I thought that everything would be fine. I loved to make new friends. But I made a bad decision. I made friends with a girl which I thought would be a very good friend. But I was wrong. It started when she asked for a pencil. Each and everyday in every class she would ask for one. I was like “It’s okay. She just needs a pencil.” But then my pencils started disappearing. I noticed that she didn’t bring them back to me. Then she would hit me and say “It was a joke hahaha”. She did it everyday. I also noticed that she spoke mean words. I could not hold it. In the end I told my mom about it. She told me to break that friendship. I told my ” friend ” to stop and to leave me alone. And she left me alone! The lesson is that you need to be careful with the friends you make. Also face your bully. Trust me, bullies will disappear. ☺

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You are their crutch
Anonymous

I was reading all your stories and my heart broke each time. Why? Because all of you who are posting here don’t realize one thing: how beautiful and great you are. You are not the problem. The bullies pick on you because THEY have a problem. You are their crutch. You get them through their day. Without you, they’d be dragging along the floor with their low self esteem. As you go through this, remember that it really is temporary. You will get past this and grow to be the beautiful adult you are meant to be. DO NOT take their comments personally. Remember that they will say anything to make themselves feel better. Promise to do something good for yourself each day. Even if it’s something small to make yourself smile. Create your own positives.

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My Long Journey With Bullying In An Odyssey Article
Anonymous

I struggled with bullying for a long time. It was off and on. It started in fifth grade and continues today. I am now in college and still dealing with it has not become any easier. I wrote a little bit about it in my Odyssey article. Check it out, and share it if you can!! https://www.theodysseyonline.com/bullying-stole-simple-joys-life

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“Just because we like it”
Anonymous

It all started when these three idiots though it was funny to make fun of me for being still a pretty shy person, listening to rock or metal music and for not being good at sports (I was just never keen into sports, I was the computer-type person from a young age). The bullying started off with them calling me names like the “weirdo”, the “strange guy”, the “evil-soul” (yeah since wearing Metallica and Slipknot t-shirts automatically turns you into a bad person who thinks only about death…seriously this is ridiculous). At first I din’t pay much attention to them, with a view that they would hopefully get bored and stop it. The good thing is that I made some new friends and we would hang out together. And this was probably the only good thing about that year. They didn’t stop though. It turns out that ignoring them made them even more aggressive for some reason. They would randomly zoom out of nowhere and telling me “come on skinny freak, fight me!” while I usually avoided fights, since I’m never the “fight and get into trouble” person. So I always said things like “got no time for you man” or “sorry I have something important to do, leave me alone”. One day in particular I would go for my usual evening walk. It was Friday and I went out with my hoodie and with my headphones listening to music. And then while on my way home, these guys popped up. Apparently they were going somewhere but something tells me they were just waiting for me there. They block my way.  I understood that all they wanted was to beat me so I started running. They followed me until my home. I thought getting inside and locking the door would be a good idea. My parents were not home that moment. They would stand outside and yell insults. About me, my family and everything they could think off. I started feeling so bad about myself but at the same time enraged. “Why? They don’t even know me for more than 2 months, what’s the matter with these people” I kept asking myself. The whole thing hit the roof when one of them took out a BB airsoft gun and started firing at my window. I went out and yelled. “One more shot and I’m calling the cops!”. They ignored so that’s what I did. In less than 5 minutes sirens could be heard. Of course they run away. The next day at school all the things were strangely peaceful. They would even greet me when they first saw me. Something wasn’t right. Something just didn’t fit to the whole situation. And I found it out when the lesson was over. I was going to my motorbike. I got on but it wouldn’t start. No matter who much I pressed the “IGNITION” button the engine seemed pretty much dead. They were standing there looking at me laughing. I knew they had done something to my motorbike. That moment one of them yelled “Hey! You’re looking for this?” and he was holding the spark plug of the engine on his hand (for those who don’t know without a spark plug an engine simply wont work). I was full of both sorrow and rage at the same time. I went there and told him “Why are you doing this to me?” he laughed, punched me in the face, then the others followed by kicking me while I was lying down. “Just because we like it. We don’t really like people and weirdos like you. OK? A weirdo, a creep, a no-lifer. No one really likes you. Oh and by the way it’s fun to see a weirdo bleeding” and they threw the spark plug down. People from different classroom were there just staring at the whole incident. I felt the biggest shame of my life. Some of them were laughing. My friends run off to me telling me if I was OK. The next day I talked to the headmaster about these kids. He expelled them, called their parents and started interrogating them and questioning their actions. Of course they just stood there looking like idiots, since they had absolute no reason for doing such things to me. The headmasters decided they should be expelled from school for once and for all. The rest of time in this high school were fine. I made new friends had fun and many more good memories. But the most important of all I learned the meaning of friendship, of self-esteem and the most of all. To NEVER EVER feel bad about myself. Surely no one is awesome-looking. Surely no one is listening to the same music. Yes, no one is dressing up the same. If it was all the same for everyone the world would be a monotonous place with no interest at all. Everyone is beautiful. We are all humans. We are all different. No one is a weirdo. No one will be alone unless he decides to be alone. Make changes so you will like yourself more not because you want others to like you more, people!

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