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People at my school spread rumors about me and tell me all types of things. It has to stop it has gotten so bad
I’ve been bullied for most of my life and I always ended up running away. I had this friend who was amazing. Her other best friend hated me. She blamed me for breaking her stuff and excluded me from things the rest of the class did. This was before I knew how to stand up for myself so I just went along with it. I ended up leaving the school because of one thing she said. I left that school last year and I am in a great place now. I am still depressed, though. I have flashbacks when certain things are said and done but I now have good friends to help me through it.
I was bullied for eight years and it took its toll on me from having several head injuries I get headaches really easy I have an anxiety disorder I am a self harm survivor really low confidence four months ago after eight years I moved schools and am no longer being bullied but it still affects me at my new school I isolate myself in hopes I will never go through that again I stay quiet in fear I will be bullied again the effects don’t stop once the bullying stops
My name’s Josh, I’m originally from Hong Kong. When i was 10, I moved to Australia to live for five years (currently, I’m in Canada). I went to a Grammar School in Australia. I was bullied for the first time then, because i don’t know any english yet back then. So, I was picked on and being kicked down the stairs … that continues until, I reached year 6 ( from grade 4 to 6). My friends helped me to stood up to the bully, and the bully was being kicked from the school ( we forgave each other and we became friends.)
The second time was when me and my family, finally moved to canada, I went to a public school and the same things happen again. Sadness started to looms over me at that points, I told my friends in australia that i wanted to hurt myself and they were like “Stop josh everyone care about you.” and the news spreaded, my parents later, even knows. they had me see a counselor( which was VERY Helpful). And I’m feeling well, I still have the thoughts and stress (for etc..), And i just never took it too serious as i once did. And i really want to spread my story because i want to change many lives out there. let me tell you something if you are going through this: No one really hates you, don’t take away your life, your life’s perfect and being stressed and depressed is normal. And if you see someone who need help, stand up for them and don’t forget yourself too.
This girl was 2 faced, making it hard. Sometimes she was my friend, other times she wasn’t. She’d prank me, which included stealing my skate guard and throwing my shoe in the trash. She’d make harsh jokes, in which I told her to stop. She’d be like “It was a joke,” and that would be the end of that. Sometimes she’d take it too far, and would slap me, my friends witnessing the whole thing. Since she was sometimes and friend and sometimes not, I didn’t exactly want to end that friendship so none of my friends told on her. Now one day, she took it WAY too far. She hit my shin, but this time, she was spotted by the teacher. The teacher yelled at her, and made the rest of us leave (This was at the end of the class). The next day, the girl avoided me entirely, though I didn’t mind.
It just so happens that this happened near the end of the school year. After school ended, I got an email from someone named “Anonymous Anonymous”. The person said I was horrible, awful, and said I should be ashamed of myself. I had replied back, telling her to stop. The person, of course, didn’t.
My friend told me later in the summer (when I told my friends) that it was the girl that bullied me in school. She had confessed to my friend, and told her she was the one. My friend and I emailed the teacher, and the teacher promised we’d deal with it in school next year. That never happened.
When school started, I just waited. Waited for something to happen with this situation, but it never did. The girl continued to avoid me, and same for me. I found ink in my binder in the girls locker room, though found it suspicious because my binder had no pens. At all.
Now, I finally got fed up and told my mom. She reported this to the principal. The principal asked the girl if she had done any of this to me, which she denied. Nothing could be done beside move her out of my classes. And that’s what we did.
It all started I the 6th grade. I was born socially awkward and it was especially reenforced because no one talked to me ever since kindergarten to the 6th grade then so it made it especially easy for me to be in awkward situations like being alone in another room with a guy for example. (I’m a guy and I’m straight). Sometimes a guy would take my paper and I’d reach to get it back and I’d accidentally touch their hand slightly which led to them screaming I was gay. I panicked and didn’t know what to do and being quiet I remained that way. That’s how to rumor started. I was put in a box I didn’t belong in and I was being verbally abused because of it. And it didn’t take long for some 8th grader to lock me in a room with their friend and for him to hurt me. This continued on for months. I recently spoke about it to my friends and close family and I’m getting the help I deserve
When i was 7 years old my friends were bullying on my color . I feel embarrassed. When i talk with my parents they don’t believed me and say that it’s natural baby but i was a child.Day by day i feel embarrassed and now i am spending the time or period embarrassed.
They all look at me,they all point fingers, and they all talk.They are waiting,watching,and hoping I breakdown.I run out the class full of tears and start shaking badly while they laugh.But,other times I put on a smile and just give the world’s biggest lie-“I’m fine”.I try not to give them the reaction they want to see.It doesn’t get easier but with the help of my sister I know i’ll just somehow make it through okay.They talk about me as the freak,the kid who doesn’t speak,the kid who stinks,the kid who is ugly,the kid who is stupid,and to them i’m all those things.
But to me I got me,myself,and I but,I can just pick up a book and it feels like I fell into a world full of whatever I want.
I’ve been bullied my whole life because I was born with a strawberry birthmark on and above my right eye. I’ve been asked who punched you in the eye, who burned you but none of those hurt as much as being called scar face. Someone taking what makes me different and unique and trying to turn it in to a bad thing Is the worst thing.
It all started in 3rd grade — a boy was laughing at me for some reason but I just ignored him until he came and sit over next to me which made me nervous, He came over to me and he whispered in my ear commenting how ugly I was… every day he kept saying mean and rude things like that and started to make me believe.
Then in 4th and 5th grade more and more people boys and girls made me feel awful… calling me names, calling me ugly and stupid and ect. In 5th grade I had a year where I became popular and I was the one starting to become mean like the others and same as 6th grade, but the comments did not stop so I told my mom, dad and Principle but they didnt believe me… And a year later I am now still recovering from all of the mean comments and I have become depressed and sad and I still have visions whenever I see a locker or hear certain names or hear the topic of bullying I become very quiet and have 1 million thoughts run through my head. And I can still see and feel the pain that I felt on that day.