Real Teens Speak Out

As life goes on…

My name is Balázs, and I’ve been bullied ever since I went to elementary. I’ve been also to hospital because of it, and I always have to check a room for possible escape routes before I enter it. Here’s how it went every day for several years until very recently. I try to go to school without getting beaten to a half counscious state every day, since the bullies are the “popular” types of kids. The others are on the bully’s side, so me and a few other kids, just have to stay in the shadows as long as we can. I’ve been close to suicide two times, one after being teased and called names for weeks, and the other time my books were stolen. Teachers never believed me when I complained, even though I had really visible marks. I had enough and told my parents, who contacted the school, and then the police. In the end I seriously had to punch back the bully, because he tried to break my nose. I recovered, but ever since then I had a serious trust issue. I’m the quiet good student type of kid, and I just want some help! Am I really worthless?

Years of torture

Ever since I started 5th grade at a new school in a new state things went downhill for me. I was a positive 11 year old ready for a fresh start and new friends. It started with shoving and cutting me in line. Then it was the whispering and ignoring me. Then middle school came. There were more kids in the grade. Little did i know i would be constantly be whispered about behind my back and have many rumors about me. Depression and anxiety didn’t start until 7th grade and it got progressively worse in 8th grade. It got to the point of rumors about my parents being dead and laughing about me while i’m sitting next to them. I had only 2 good friends and everyone else seemed to hate me. I soon started to cry overnight and i was getting tired of being constantly hated on. The summer before high school started I decided to use a website for people to post comments about me without their identity being known. Little did i know, i would get messages for me to choke and die and how horrible my singing was making me cry in a bathtub for hours. I thought 9th grade would be better because most of the bullies had left. It was better for a while because i had a new boyfriend. He basically protected me. Then we broke up. I was so depressed at the time. My ex had begun to spread rumors and more bullies name into play in the other grades as well as my grade. After having a school trip and being bullied there, i decided i had enough. I left the school a month early and finished online. It was the best decision of my life. Today I am at a new school ad feeling better than ever.

I go to a pretty small school, only around 600 students from preschool to 12th grade and we are a very open community, in all the 8 years I’ve attended I’ve never seen “bullying” happen so I was really surprised when my friends and I noticed that a 9th grade boy was being bullied, or at the very least being excluded by his classmates from any socializing. From what I’ve seen isn’t physical abuse, but kinda verbal. they don’t talk to him if he sits on the same table as him, they don’t play with him during recess and we saw a couple of other kids from 9th grade telling him to go away when he asked if he could play a game with them in the library. I know this might sound mediocre or that we should mind my own business but we can’t help but worry that it would continue on for longer or start to escalate. The student’s new which already makes it hard to find friends but this has been going on since late August when our school year began and I wish there was something we could do. Do you have any suggestions?
(Btw I’m a junior/11th grader and I feel like I might make the situation even worse if I try to talk to him)

My Childhood Lessons

When I was in 1st grade my classmates would make fun of me because of my voice. They would also exclude me from anything that had the rule,”Have Fun!”. I tried to make friends, they laughed at me and would punch or kick me until I walked away. After the fist attempt I stopped going near them, but they would come over to me instead and beat me, leaving me with bruises. This event would happen every recess, they would hunt me down until I could not run anymore. I was sore every day, I would go home and get on my bike and go to my secret spot to cry. I was scared to death, I stopped talking at school and my grades dropped. I was terrified to tell anyone because I did not think anyone would be able to help me, so I put up with this treatment until, 7th grade when I moved to a different school. I learned a lot from the time I was bullied, they had new kids act as my friends and then make them betray me. So I learned that you can not trust anyone. I lost most of my emotions except sadness and hate. I forgot how to smile, so I faked a smile every day so my parents could not tell that something was wrong.And most of all I forgot how to laugh and have fun. Thank You for listening, I have a hard time with these memories and they are hard to dig out from the depths of my mind.

my version

ok well I would start by saying that as a child I never agree with my own self, I always thought that I was very thin, that I was not enough to live. over the months and years I was realizing that I suffer from bullying itself, sometimes our mothers tell us but what happens, do not you have any bigger problems than what I could have, what we lack? I lack self-love, my family thought it was just anybody and that’s how I felt.If you want to be loved, love yourself.Whenever you look in the mirror and every feature of you, of your body, you think it is totally wrong, or when you see your name on a paper you say and if my name does not exist, more oxygen for people who actually do well in this world.
in that moment, at that moment you want the earth to swallow you.and so I feel and I would be willing to say that I would not change this dark side within me that nobody has made disappear, the voices force me to scrape.

I don’t think kids realise how much their words and actions can affect some people, they just don’t consider how they make people feel. Because of that, we’re just kids. All my life it has always seemed like I have had a target on my back. I’ve been the talk of the school, of things I’m involved in, I have been backstabbed by people who I thought I could trust, my friends, my BEST friends. I used to be my own self, not afraid of what people thought. Now I’m afraid of pathetic things like will people care if I take a banana to school. I’ve lost myself amongst this society and the people who have hurt me. It started when I was only 10 years old. My best friend wrote me a hate letter, telling me she couldn’t be seen with me, then posted hurtful things about me all over social media. When I was 11 I was apart of a sports team, everybody including the coach picked on me because I wasn’t very good, but I kept trying cause that’s just who I was. I remember girls laughing and whispering every time I made mistakes. I tried to block them out and keep trying cause I loved it, but I eventually stopped because I remember so vividly the coach stopping the whole game and in front of everyone including the supporters, and turned around to me saying “Do you even know how to play football?!” I turned around and ran off the field. Even now that effects me in every thing I do. It made me feel worthless like I truly wasn’t good enough and was never going to get any better. Then came high school. My bestfriend, the person I told everything, who stuck with me through all of this, just stopped hanging out with me, and I will never know why because she just denies everything. I don’t even know who she is anymore. I was asked out a lot through my whole life, but every time I got close to someone they just hurt me. I remember a boy, my first kiss, we were so close and I was just waiting for him to ask me out. We had plans together everything seemed perfect. Then someone else told me, not even him, that he had talked about me to everyone and was going out with someone else this whole time.
God if I listed every thing else I could write a novel. And the sad thing is I’m never going to be able to tell anyone cause I can’t trust anyone anymore. This is not how I want to be, or who I want to be. I don’t even know who that is anymore..

BRokEN

I’m in 8th grade and there is a boy in my class this year that has been saying horrible things about me and calling me terrible names. He had a relative in my old school so now he’s spreading things that happened in my old school that never even happened. These are things like all my old friends think I’m ugly and gross, even when I’d hung out with them not even a week before this. I’ve been in this school for about two years now and this has been going on for about that much time. I’m not one of those people that has social media, or one of those that spends their time doodling in notebooks (not that there’s anything wrong with that), but I have one close friend and spend my lunches in the school parking lot skateboarding. Anyways, there was one specific day. Friday.
I was in gym when I was hit with a football. I couldn’t feel my right ear for a while but didn’t tell anyone (it was also very red and hurt like hell). This is the fourth time -now a group of boys- has done something to hurt me physically, like throwing dodgeballs and pencils at me- but the pencils stopped after I’d snapped them. There was one girl that was in on it too, but after the football she helped and told me that the ‘leader’ of the group was trying to hit me. I’m being serious right now when I say that he’s going to be paying for my medical bill when I go to the hospital with a broken jaw. A few minutes after the football, one of the other boys hit me in the ass with a dodge ball. They all laughed at me.
They don’t know how that makes a person feel. I felt so humiliated and exposed. This is not okay. And I still had one more class before the weekend. So after I left the girls change room, I ignored everyone. I stared blankly at the ground the whole way to my next class. I didn’t listen to anyone, except for one boy that stopped me before I went into class. He asked me if I was okay and I said I’d be fine, because I try to be even though I wasn’t. During class the group of boys I sat with kept quietly talking then one of them would look at me once in a while. But they’re nice boys so I’m okay with it. Two of the boys I sat with saw me cry on my way home. By the time I got home I was fully crying and had to explain why to my sister who is only under ten.
These boys don’t know what they’re doing to me. I’m afraid of going to math because I can hear the comments from across the room. Afraid of going to gym because of how much it hurt physically and emotionally. I flinch even a day later when someone tosses me a Halloween candy. They don’t know what I feel, especially when this is still continuing and it’s Tuesday. I smile to blink back tears while they play a ‘funny game’. I cry while they laugh about it later. And I write right now while they’re probably sitting in their rooms texting each other about ‘how hilarious that was’. Again, this is not okay. The school’s say they’re “anti-bullying” and all that, but if that was true then there wouldn’t be many stories on this website, would there?

The Struggle Is Real

I have been bullied for years.  It only got really bad in 6th grade. I was hit, and someone gave me a concussion. People spread rumors about me. In 7th grade, someone was so mean that I had to go to the hospital for SI(suicidal ideation) for 2 weeks. It never has gotten better. I sit alone and have no friends.

Stupid last name

I have always been bullied a little. It never got horrible until 5th grade, though. My last name was.. well, “funny”, and people liked to point fingers about that. I was also being patronized for being tall, and kids would call me ‘World’s tallest ***’ I went into 6th grade, and it by far got worse. I was sent a love letter by someone I knew, but people were just screwing around with me, and I got a second letter with the same name on it. Inside, it said “Go make love with a noose. Nobody loves you except for the noose.” I was being pointed and laughed at for being smart as well, because in middle school you know that is not considered “cool”. By 7th grade, I was a laughing stock. A punching bag of shame. Kids would find me after school, and throw backpacks at me. One kid even threw a dumbell at the back of my head once. Now I’m in 8th grade. I told the counselor, obviously, but told her to keep it secret to everyone. She was crying after hearing it. Thank you for bringing me this site for telling my story.

Words do hurt

growing up i have always looked down on myself and the stuff that i accomplish. i have always excepted being second best which is how the bullying started. Being called names it have always been stuff that i had to adjust to for three years until i said enough is enough. its not just words. words do hurt and calling someone stuff just to make yourself feel better is horribly wrong.