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Here is my story. She makes up rumors about me like… I have lice, she likes this boy, and a lot of other mean stuff and when my grandma told the principal about this she was in the room and she told the principal I hit her I pinch her and that was a lie I never even touched her and when I’m on the bus she calls me cuss words and tells people secrets when I right in front of her and she made people think I was a bad person and I’m only twelve I cut myself and I sometimes thought about killing myself but luckily I’m still alive thinking “I’m too young god doesn’t want me dead yet” The end
I know what it’s like to be bullied. I was ever since I was in 3rd grade. I have suffered from major and depression for 2 years and anxiety for a long time. I get chronic headaches and migraines because of how bad my anxiety is. Life can be hard some times. People can be cruel. But please don’t give up. I promise you, if you give up, you will regret it. This hard time in your life won’t last forever. There is always hope. Don’t listen to the bullies that hurt you. They don’t know who you really are. They don’t know the potential you have on the inside and your heart. Don’t let their words and their abuse get to you. You don’t have to let it define you, you can use it to shape you into who you want to be. You don’t have to end your life like this. You can do whatever you set your mind too. I believe in you. You are never alone. Millions of people know how you feel. Maybe not perfectly, but they do know what it feels like to be hurt by others, to feel alone. I’m rooting for you, I believe in you. Please never ever give up. Keep living for you. Because you deserve it.
hi this is my story. it all started as a friend ship a fun one. until it got complicated. she was always against me and i was very stressed and couldnt handle the things she would say. ‘no offence but you should lose weight’ and she thought the word no offence was ok. it wasnt. then i was telling another ‘friend’. she was on my side. or so i thought. the following week had enough. with the other friend along side me i told her i didnt want to have this friendship anymore. and then i fell into hell. the other friend turned against me and so did the rest of my friendship group. all turning against me and spreading rumors that i bullied them. i did have someone else to turn to tho my best friends one since birth and the other since year 4. they stuck by me and made me laugh. but since they were boys i was made fun of. i ignored it. when i walked away from this ongoing argument it always came back. they would come up to me in my spare time claiming i did things i didnt do. but one day i was on the field with someone i had recently made friends with and i was lying on a blanket when they came up to me and called me some rude names then walked off calling me a 5 year old. i havent mentioned i was also being bullied by someone else who had loads of older kids on her side. one day i was tying up my shoe laces when she came up to me and poured fizzy water in my head and tried to follow me home. her friend claimed i called her a name but i didnt.so the next day for these two arguments we were all pulled into a room and told to leave each other alone. the girl with the older kids left it but two didnt. they would pull faces and whisper things about me.and almost like heaven they fell out. One came running to me but unfortunately 2 days later she ditched me for the other girl again. so we were pulled int a room again. this time the teacher said. ‘what has she done wrong?’ and none of them said a thing.i was crying because i was over it. faces were still pulled after the room. nothing changed. one day after a lesson of torture aka i was stuck with them and im guessing by now you know who them is. we were all racing to get to the teacher. i won. but i was talking to my sisters friend a short while after they found the teacher. One girl apologized to me. to this day i am friends with her not the other one, i cant stand her. but we don’t argue. we had a disagreement though.back to when i was talking to my sisters friend i was laughing and they claimed i was crying. we still disagree. but if you have the thoughts i did whih were.- slit your wrists,go die,your ugly and many more. tell someone or it will get worse. but this is what i remembered. i had a family if i died it would hurt them. and thats when i said killing yourself has or will kill someone else. thank you for listening
You might be from my school reading this and who knows you might be in it. But if you aren’t from my school let me tell you my story.
Last year.Here is where it started, it wasn’t bad but i was still hurt. This guy would always make fun of me but i didn’t pay attention since i had a lot of friends it was my and my gang well i was in 3 gangs so i’d bring them together in 1 BIG gang. We’d laugh and play all the time, i wouldn’t go to school sad, i would go with a big smile on my face and i would run to my friends to say hi. 2017 was probably my favorite year, since i was always happy. But then it changed, end of summer 2017 it was new school new start. I was very scared in the car. I walked in and a girl came to me and lead to my room then i saw 3 familiar faces, they were my friends from my 2016 school. You probably think i stayed with them and became besties(i wish) but no. I started the year bad. I had bad grades a LOT more HW probably 5 different subjects in all. My HW wasn’t always all done. Then at the end of the 1st semester i had BFF and a few friends but no gang. I loved all 3dif gangs very much :
th 1st gang was the play all break long gang. The 2nd was the eat,gossipplay gang and the 3rd was the eat and chat gang, i liked that 1 very much i stayed with them every break while the start of the 2nd semester. After a month they kicked me out and guess what, they made my BFF tell me and they told her to tell me this : “They don’t want you in their group anymore, they said it was because you stick to them too much and you say ‘frickin’ too much”. And that was where my sadness came. A few months after i didn’t trust my BFF anymore cause of those girls there were gossips about me that were spreading like : “Don’t hug her, she’ll break because she’s very skinny.” and: “She’s a skeleton, i heard she goes to the nurse EVERY day. She must break a lot.” and : “She just goes to the nurse to skip school”. I was starting to developed very bad anxiety and after a developed anxiety i did a depression test and my results were 100% positive (that means i WAS depressed). I was always scared i stopped playing with my grade and i went to see the other grades and played with them. I had fun but i wasn’t better. I then started watching depression movies and started cutting on my arm. i wore long sleeves all the time even though i was hot. The boys started saying ; “Nobody’s listening to you” and “Nobody cares about you LOL” and ” Nobody cares about what you say noob”. I prevented myself from crying. When i finally got out of my depression and anxiety, I had lots of fun and my BFF forgave me. Everything was good again. I had a fun time at school, fun breaks and fun everything. And i told myself : Life isn’t so bad after all.
THE END. Hope you liked my story and tell me if you can relate to it.
Michael Phelps and I have several things in common. We both have ADHD and we both struggled with it early in our childhoods. I was bullied for it, and I am sure Michael was, as well. But the biggest thing is that his mom and my mom were both told the same thing. “Your son will never be successful in anything.” Except for me, I was told that to my face by both of my second-grade teachers, which in my opinion were bullies because they would verbally abuse me every day that year. I am not sure if Michael was also told that to his face, though. But anyway, yes, when I was just seven years old, I was told that I would never find success because I wasn’t mentally fit enough and I simply was not smart enough. There was one thing about one of my bully teachers. One of them would NOT only make fun of me herself, but she would go as far as even encouraging the other kids to do it, too. She’d even call me a retard. As sick as it is, it’s the truth. As God as my witness. The way I see it is that the teacher did this to me because she knew I could not fight back and I was too scared to tell. Yes, she made fun of me and bullied me half to death because of my ADHD. A disgusting act of a human being. Picking on and verbally abusing the learning disabled kid knowing he can’t fight back or defend himself is a disgusting act for a human being. The same thing with my other teacher, except she would simply allow the kids to bully me while she would ignore it. If I was to complain to her, she would simply say, “Quit being a baby, “ or “I don’t want to hear it,” or even, “I don’t care,” and from time to time she’d push me away from her desk while others would laugh. I remember one time when I had yogurt squirted on me and nothing was done about it. I’ve even been pushed down the stairs in front of one of the teachers, and she did nothing and instead, she grabbed me by the shirt, pulled me up, and said, “Stop your crying,” while the entire class laughed and mocked me. I know for a fact that she took pride in seeing me in pain. Both teachers took great pride in hurting me. Yes, even today, I am pained. And, of course, without a doubt, they’d deny everything today. That’s no surprise. But it’s okay, I am sure Karma will take care of it if it. Karma shows no favoritism. But if they are still happy for what they did and they’re unapologetic about it, then that’s fine. They can be that way because I am strong enough to prevent the pain they inflicted on me stop me from achieving success in my Journalism career. And furthermore, they don’t belong in my life anyway.
Fast forward to 2016, I find myself graduating from the University of North Texas with a degree in Broadcast Journalism. I had finally done it. After working hard my entire life, I had something that I had worked the hardest for. And I am proud of that. I’ve accomplished a lot in my life, and I’ve still got many great things ahead of me. Overall, just like Michael Phelps, I worked hard to find my success, and I am still working very hard every day to find even more success just like him. And I will never quit because quitting is something I’ve avoided my entire life. A career in the field I work in is very difficult. It’ll take years for me to get my big break. But I know it will arrive as long as I continue working very hard. Truth be told, there’s no such thing as an easy job but if you work hard enough, you’ll overcome more than you know. Michael Phelps and I went through a lot to get where we are in life and where we’ll get in the future. At the point, I am building my career and honing my craft. And I will continue to do so and I will make it. I’ve been proving critics wrong my whole life. I never stopped. I never will. I will never let those cruel, disgusting and evil words spat on me by those two teachers stop me from becoming a successful sports writer/commentator. I will never give up on my dream. Bullying knocked me down, but I got back up and I am still on my feet stronger than ever.
My bullying began when I was in second grade. At that time, no one cared, at all. Cops never got involved, rarely did teachers, principals, other parents, or any school officials do a darn thing. Even parents did little. I am writing because although we’ve made strides, and there is a national awareness of the problem of bullying, and even though schools try to be more proactive in prevention, and consequences of bullying, we have a long ways to go, and I believe that unless someone has experiences bullying, they simply don’t get it. In America I still do not think our country takes bullying as serious as it should. In fact, it seems to me that MANY think of it as a “rite of passage”, and something “all kids do, and all kids go through. ” NO, not ALL kids do it, and not ALL kids go through it, and there is ZERO value in being bullied. It doesn’t teach any lesson about being tough, strong, fighting-back,or being thick-skinned. It created trauma, severe, deep, wounding emotional trauma, that lasts your entire life. Confusing bullying with an insensitive or thoughtless remark, or a hard truth to hear, is injustice. There is a far cry from telling someone something without realizing the tone or inflection in your voice, and relentless, calculated, cruel bullying! I don’t believe a “rite of passage” has to include either be a horrible person, or be treated horribly. I was being pushed into fences, having rocks thrown at me, held back against walls and having rocks and trash shoved in my pocket so deep I had to take off my pants in the bathroom to get rid of the debris they crammed in. My food was stolen off my lunch tray, and then the “fat” remarks begin shortly thereafter. Then, came the “queer” and “gay” and “faggot” remarks. They would throw wet towels at me, spit wads, kick my backpack out of my hands. I was kicked in the shin regularly, had my ankle stepped on constantly. They got into my desk one day and broke all my new pencils in half. Nothing was ever said. Nothing was ever done about it. I don’t believe for an iota of a second that our teacher, or any teacher, didn’t see it, hear it , and watch it. In fact, sometimes I know they’d be staring directly on, doing nothing. I don’t understand that level of cognitive dissonance, or immediate psychological barrier put up,but I know they knew. After a few months of it (but not even close to the length of time it actually continued) I went home and finally told my Mom what was happening. She was shocked.
Now, the insults about my Mom as well. The rock got bigger, the kicks got harder, I was tripped daily. I was afraid to use the bathroom nearest our class, because they would ALWAYS see me go in, and ALWAYS follow me. They always had something to say to me. About anything. If I was eating. It was gross. When I talked to other kids, who were my friends, this girl interrupted, jumped between us, and told them exactly WHY they shouldn’t be my friend. Most listened to her. She had managed to build her own little army, kids from every grade level, including her sixth grade brother and friends. I don’t know how she had the influence she did, but she managed. I was eight years old, and already gave up on teachers, and the school system in general. It seemed easier to blame the victims, because no one wanted to the bully mad at THEM. Even if that bully was a child. I figured that out on that day, and to this day, in 2018, it STILL is the truth in society.
It was surreal, I couldn’t believe that the level of torment I was going through, just to do to school everyday! My entire scholastic career, and how I interact with the world, my thought process, my perceptions, my sense of worth, my persona, the way I exit in the world and conduct myself….all stemmed from the psychological trauma from those years of bullying. It was a regular thing, I was always an easy target, and some of came from my experience of being bullied. It was a continuous, constant slew from middle-school through high-school, and even now. I still can’t defend myself. I still can’t even have a regular conversation with someone that might get a bit heated. I always assume people are “mad at me” or I need to apologize for something that made them annoyed. I go quiet when bullied, and just try to walk quickly out of it. I just cannot deal with even the slightest disagreement, because I always think that I am the one at fault, I’m the one with the flaw, I’m the one that should try and change and be more like someone else. I had a continuation of bullies, at every grade level. Not just the one kid that is a bully in a school either, it was entire groups of bullies and one long string. Often, it turned physical, and there was no rhythm or reason to it, at all. I write this, because I think people need to know that bully leave deep, impacting, scars. It affects who we are, what our moral are, how we respond to others. It shapes us when we become adults and when it’s unresolved, It is the catalyst behind people our adult choices, and even who we enter relationships with. It creates a very dysfunctional inner dialogue, and everywhere you go, you assume people are making fun of you. You already set-yourself for failure before you even begin doing anything. You can’t hear compliments, and no matter what someone says to you that is good, you tend to always just be waiting on the negative, and you always…ALWAYS think , if someone hurts you, you deserve it, by not meeting their standards for you.
I was at an international school, for the first year, I tried being friends with this other new girl but even though she kept me around, she clearly didn’t like me. Once we were hanging out outside of school with another one of her friends and she leaves for a moment and he asks me, “why do you hang out with her? You know she says stuff about you behind your back and doesn’t even like you right,” and I just shrugged and said, “Yeah, I know,”. That was the first experience of bullying I’ve ever had, having people talking about me behind my back and only inviting me to things so they could make fun of me in private later. Then the next year I made some much better friends but I started getting bullied again, it started when I was sitting in geography, keep in mind that I was 11, and the teacher is re-arranging our seats and he puts me next to this boy and the boy gets up and very publicly in front of the entire class says, I don’t want to sit next to her, I just ignored him and so did the teacher but it still hurt. That same day, I heard him muttering to his friend, while I was sitting next to him about how I stunk like garbage or whatever. So the next day I applied extra extra deodorant, showered twice, let’s just say, I didn’t smell, and he made the same comment to his friend, thinking I couldn’t understand the Spanish. This went on for a few months until the teacher switched the seats around again, but still during that time, I found that I started hearing people talking about me behind my back, saying mean things because I was overweight. Finally when I told my mom, and begged her not to go to the school about it, she did and after they made the entire grade of boys sit through a talk about bullying they targeted me even more knowing it was me who told someone because I was the only one they were doing it to. I left the year after, going into a new school I thought things were going to get better, but the first week comes and I start hearing guys joking about me in the halls about how I would be the last girl they would ever want to kiss or date, like it was some kind of joke, I made no friends, and I found myself eating lunch in a hallway in front of my next class, every single day. Three weeks go by and I get “sick” I stop going, I can’t take it anymore, I feel isolated, even in class sometimes I sit alone because I get there first and then no one even tried to sit anywhere near me. Eventually my parents found out what was happening and they let me drop out and for a few months I didn’t go to school, I barely left my house, I had no friends, I even started cutting myself and found myself thinking a lot about suicide. Finally I joined a super small all girls school in the middle of the year and things were okay for the rest of that year, I still didn’t have friends but it wasn’t bad, but when the next year started, that’s when things turned bad again. They isolated me, I didn’t have friends, literally kids in the older grades who were friends with the girls who were doing this to me would shoot me dirty looks in the hallways and just be rude to me in general. So again, I stopped attending, I would always try to go back but each time, I would spend more time away until I just stopped going, I started cutting myself again and I got really depressed. But I managed to finish the year from home and with the help of anxiety meds I’m slowly getting better although I don’t think I’ll ever be able to return to any school ever again after all that’s happened to me.
hi i have been bullied for 4-5 years now. i get called gay and i get smacked and hit. i lose all my friends to my past and i have no clue on how to handle any of this anymore. i have no one i want to die.
Ive been bullied by the same girl since 3rd grade. I am going to be a senior in the fall. I have never done anything to her. I have tried to be her friend but she just continues to screenshot my instagram pictures and re post them calling me names and her followers comment also saying rude things. She just makes me hate myself. She has made me try to kill myself multiple times and she has also made me self harm many many times.
Hi my name is jake and i have problems with bullying.So it started this one day I go down to play football because I love it and I am good at it.This boy let’s call him bob he comes and kicks the ball away and tells me to get it. I obey and go to get the ball.Then he comes and he spits on me.Keep in mind that he is in 9 grade and I am in 6 grade.I start crying because I feel ashamed and disrespected.I tell my mom and dad the story and they tell me to call his mother and tell her.So I listened and told her mother that he had spit on me and I felt really bad. But this guy gets to know and the next day he makes fun of me and humiliates me. Please help