Real Teens Speak Out

Betrayed

All through my elementary school life I was very social and had many friends. But then it all hit me in when middle school started. I wasn’t physically bullied or anything. But this one girl let’s call her r she ruined my life we have been friends ever since 5th grade. And she tricked me into doing things. When I didn’t do them for her she hurt me. By the end of my 6th grade year all the 7th and 8th grade girls that used to be my friends turned away from me. I am currently in 7th grade and I switched schools.

Bullying doesn’t stop at school

I am a teenage girl now, in middle school. I have been bullied by almost the same groups of kids my whole schooling life. I’ve cried in the bathroom, taken mental health days to get away from it, sat by myself at lunch, and lost a lot of friends along the way. I have anxiety and I’m so self conscious because of bullying and it has really affected my personality. Here’s the most recent attack that I can’t get over. I’m a dancer, so on Instagram I posted my dance pictures for the beginning of the new competition season. The next day I was at school and all day kids kept coming up to me. They were saying things like, “ugly” “double chin” “fatty” , and a “prostitute” for wearing a leotard like I was supposed to. I was crushed and so down on my self. The bullying didn’t stop there when I went home I got snapchats, text messages, and Instagram DM’s saying the same or worse things about my appearance or just because I posted something on Instagram. This really hurt and I cried when I got home, I needed people to be a friend. Like I said I’ve been dealing with bullying from 2nd grade to now and I’ve been able to get through so much. Somethings really hurt and you just can’t get over it. Bully’s don’t realize what is going on in people’s lives and they don’t understand that what they say really hurt people. They think it’s a joke or it’s funny but to say it to someone’s face is one of the worse pains in the world. I wish kids and teens didn’t have to deal with being bullied and that phones and social media would all just go away.

Unnoticed

My school has always been the type to say they would do everything they could to prevent bullying. Tons of assembly’s about anti-bullying. But in 7th grade, I felt like I would be better off dead. This one girl and I were friends, kinda. We laughed together. But she didn’t know the limits. She started hurting me. Physically and mentally. She hit me square in the stomach one day. That’s when I realized that this wasn’t a joke to her. She kicked me. She slapped me. Left red marks on my face. She would even go as far as grabbing my hand with such a powerful grip that I couldn’t get away and she would dig three nails into my wrist, leaving a purple mark afterwards. One time I started bleeding. She left a scar there for two weeks at a time. I was upset. I didn’t know what to do. Some of my friends saw it too. But did nothing. I felt hopeless. She decided to go to our schools assistant principal and twist the story to say that I was hurting her and causing her harm. I thought that maybe this would be the way out of this by telling the assistant principal that it was the other way around. I told him about the marks on me. And I showed him the mark. And he even called in some of my friends to interview them on this. They said that it was true. I thought “yes. I will finally be free of her.”. It was a dream come true, or so I thought it would be. The assistant ended up just telling us to keep our distance. I was heartbroken. I even resorted to self harm. She got nothing for my times spent crying in the shower or random break downs. My separation from the outside world. I have a boyfriend now who is the light of my world. Always there for me. He understands me. I’m grateful. But I still want this girl to at least understand that she hurt me. Even though it’s been a while, a long time, I still remember it like it was yesterday. I don’t want this girl to die or anything. Never. But I want her to have a little understanding of what I felt like. If she has a genuine apology, I would start taking baby steps to forgiving her.

Getting Over the Effects

I have two brothers who were both bullied in school. I don’t know if I got lucky or something, but watching the effects hurts me so much. There’s a decent age gap between us. My brother is 24, I am 14, and my youngest brother is only 9. I never understood why my brother hated school when I, his little sister, loved it. Now, I understand. My best friend and I were so excited to have our little brothers, who were already best friends, start kindergarten, but when they started, a child barely in second grade started messing with them on the bus. He insulted them, took things until I made him give it back, and even physically hit them. That drew the line. I loved school, and I was not letting him ruin it for my brother. I found the kid’s name in a yearbook and reported him. He was punished and moved to a different bus. My mother had such mixed emotions about not confronting him how she did with my eldest brother- going to the bully’s house. I didn’t let her. The WORST PART? My little brother still dislikes school. It’s gotten better, but he believes he will never be like me or enjoy school. This is the same kid that can give you the entire history, including pop culture, of America to you in fourth grade. Im so proud of him, too. But one bully simply ruined my brothers’ opinions of school. As soon as my littlest was introduced to the situation, he was bullied. He’s over the bully, but I don’t think he will ever recover from what his first impression of school was like.

k-3 grade

when i was in kindergarten i knew this guy named D. He had some problems going on at home with his parents, i believe. He would tell me things like ” you’re so stupid,” “you don’t understand struggle” and so on. For one straight week it was raining pretty hard. Friday the rain let up and we could go outside for play time. on our way out just as i stepped out on the concrete he tripped me. I fell and ended up scratching my knee bad enough where we couldn’t go outside. He was right behind me, and i felt him trip me. He laughed when I fell. His goons laughed too. Needless to say i’m glad i moved away from him.

Standing up

Yesterday I witnessed a kid in class being fat shamed and bullied behind his back. I’m not going to sugar coat it the kid that was being bullied was not the most pleasant to be around. But I sat there and watched the bully mock him and make fun of him. I desperately wanted to help him, but I for some reason couldn’t speak. I was angry and I left that class angry not only at the bully but at myself for not doing something. So last night I laid in bed rehearsing what I was going to say to the bully in class. Now this morning I went into my 5th period (econ) and was filled with rage and anger when I saw that now the bullies were throwing food at the kid. And at that moment I gave him a piece of my mind. And the bully brushed it off and tried to act cool , that’s when I rock it one step further and told the teacher and then I got a thank you from the kid I was standing up for. It feels good to stand up and speak your mind versus not saying anything and beating yourself up for not saying anything. But I don’t want to make people feel like this act was brave or heroic in someway or form because I believe that if we all were to stand up to bullies then, more people could enjoy their lives.

Sticks And Stones Break My Bones But The Names Were What Destroyed Me

I’ve been picked on for as long as I can remember, from 3 years old and years later I’m still being bullied. It used to be because I couldn’t show emotion due to being autistic, then it was because I was in care, then because I knew the people who did the assemblies in school. I thought it would stop when I left school at the end of year 11 but I’m still being bullied because of having autism.

My bullying journey

In elementary school I was a very great kid, I had good grades, good friends, and everything was great. Once I got to middle school I made a lot of new friends and faded with other of my old ones. The new “friends” ended up bullying me. They would whisper stuff about me, punch me in the stomach, tell people to punch me, and made up rumors that I had lice so no one ever wanted to talk to me. I had no one. And once I was home I pretended to be okay. I didn’t want to be a snitch and tell my parents. Once the day was over I’d cry myself to sleep for hours. I even eventually thought of self-harm. I never had one real friend who was nice, and they would all say it was a “joke”.

momo

I have a story from last year that I’d like to share. There was this girl in my class that is more of a “troublemaker” student. Out of the blue, she started calling me “Momo”. She even made a sticker of Momo’s face on Snapchat and put it on my face. On the outside, I was fine, but being based on something as unattractive as that made me hurt inside. I told my sister about it, and she got furious and told the girl to not mess with me again. The girl still kind of makes fun of me because of how I sing, but I know now that it’s none of her business. I don’t care what she thinks.

I was cyber bullied about a year ago from girls i called my best friends. One apologized but the other was still talking behind my back and turning others against me. She made me feel terrible about myself and lead me back to self-harm i felt so alone and scared i was gonna do something worse. I’ve been in a dark place since then they made me feel like i needed to have walls up and not trust anyone. Recently I’ve been really happy and getting better but she still bothers me a little and tried to break my boyfriend and I up. I have tried so hard to ignore everything but it isn’t that easy when you can’t really talk to anyone. I know i’m not what they called me but everyone else believes them and what scares me the most is that i always feel like anyone is gonna hurt me if i let them in. My trust for everyone is gone and its hard to earn.