Real Teens Speak Out

My story

My school experience

It all started when I was in Primary six, I remember it so well. I had just got my indoor shoes on and was about to walk into class, one of the boys came up and touched me and another girl turned round and said “you have the A-touch” everyone burst out laughing and I looked around and burst out crying. it was probably the worst feeling ever but not the worst I have felt. The bullying started from being one boy to pretty much the whole primary class which was kind of devastating because I ended up with no friends and I couldn’t understand what I had done.

I used to sit in the corner of the playground and break my heart because I was so lonely, I also used to sit in the canteen myself while I had lunch. There was this one time I was sitting in the canteen having my lunch and my big sister E walked past and she seen me she wasn’t very happy that no teacher came over to me and asked if I was alright, she grabbed my hand and raged down to the head teachers office and we spent time in there and she knew my sister wasn’t happy at all.

I still get bullied to this day, it is honestly the worst, in June last year it was the toughest time because there was this one boy who just moved to the school and he was in my year, I never spoke to him once and I was walking home to meet my mum to go to my brothers celebration of success, I was walking down by the nursery and he was walking by with another boy and he shoved me into the side of a wall, it hurt and I honestly didn’t know what to do. That was only the start of it, this one boy has physically bullied me and also just being nasty! It has calmed down now but it was really bad at one point.

This has affected my mental health in many different ways, I suffer from really bad anxiety and I also feel down with everything that happens, my anxiety is also at its worst when I’m in school, I break down in nearly every class i am in because I just don’t want to be there I struggle. My school experience hasn’t just affected me it has also affected my family, my mum and dad have a hard time with me because I don’t explain my feelings to them I just let it out in a rage and also I don’t like going to school so we start screaming at each other, it’s a screaming match to get me out the house in the morning.

It has also affected my physical health, I have been referred from hospital on two occasions. The doctor in the hospital wrote a letter to my head teacher because he was really concerned that I have been admitted to hospital twice and both of them have been put down to stress, the head teacher got the letter and called a meeting, things were supposed to be put in place but as usual nothing happened.

Also these past few weeks I have been at my lowest point, it’s the worst that my mental health has been to be precise, my immune system has been as low as ever, have also been so low and have been quite ill, I had to take a few weeks off school because I just couldn’t handle anything and I’m still struggling right till this day.

I think through all my school experiences that I have been through it has taught me a few lessons, it’s taught me that not all friends have to live in the same place as you and also not to trust anyone except your family because it backfires . My school experience has made me realise that I’m stronger than them, it honestly breaks me why they do it but I suppose they have nothing better to do. One day I hope they grow up and realise what they put me and other people through, I also hope one day they reflect on their behaviour at school and in some way feel slightly ashamed. I hope revealing my story to others may help someone else going through the same as me.

Bad turns to better in a way

So pretty much all my life I’ve always had friends. But fourth grade is when things got bad a little bit. There was this girl. Let’s call her A. So A one day decided to gather up her friends and make a little circle outside. In this circle they would talk about me and say very mean things that would make me cry a lot. Well I told my friends and they told me they would go to the circle and pretend to be on A’s side so they could find out what they were saying about me. Well they went everyday and I started to get suspicious cause they weren’t telling me what she was saying about me. I finally found out that my friends were staying there to talk about me too. This really hurt my feelings. But luckily,two years later one of the boys in that circle changed his ways, left A and became one of my best friends. We’ll call him J. He was really popular and so because of him so was I. He always had my back and made sure I was never alone. The next year we went to different schools. I made friends at this new school but i missed J and my other best friends. Now I am in 9th grade and I go to school with J again and all my other best friends. But the problem is, J is really really really popular and he doesn’t talk to me anymore. He pushed me away and I see him in the hallways all the time but I don’t say hi because Idk if he wants to be my friend anymore.

Bullied For My Name And Haircolour

Hello, my name is J. I’m 18 now, but for years I was bullied. It started when I was 9 yrs old, your basic exclusion and teasing at that point. It wasn’t until my classmates hit puberty that the real bullying began. They started calling me ugly in many different ways. To this day I don’t know if they were right or wrong because all I see in the mirror is an ugly girl and, though my mum and grandparents insist I’m good looking, I can’t really trust the opinions of family members as they usually wouldn’t call you ugly to your face. The ugly comments continued alongside people ostracising me for being a red head and having the name J because of a famous J. I’d heard all the red head comments before, being compared to an orangutan was their favourite. But they never bothered me as much as this one. It wasn’t the name calling itself(I could’ve cared less about famous J) but how they treated me alongside it. They were constantly laughing at me, purposely excluding me and most breaks I found myself hiding and crying behind the science building. What’s worse is that the bullying wasn’t restricted to school aged children. At that point I lived in a really small country town and just about the entire town, adults and children alike, ostracised me for my name and hair colour with one man going to the extreme of banning me for the local pool.(I had done nothing to actually deserve this. I used to help them clean their pool, set up for events and always stuck to myself) Because of this I absolutely hate my name and cringe when I hear it and can never truly love the colour of my hair even though my mum constantly tells me how many people pay to get the same colour for them.
The bullying got so bad that I began thinking I suicide, started harming myself and developed an eating disorder because i had begun to hate myself over the years of bullying. I dropped out of school and did homeschooling for year nine because my mum could take me coming home from school crying every day. I went to a new school for year 10, that last shred of hope wasted and crushed when I experienced the bullying all over again just with new people and I dropped out again. Even though I know I would of killed myself, I wish I hadn’t of given them the power to make my feel as though leaving was my only option because now I’m stuck at home without a completed education and finding it incredibly difficult to get a job.
I was prompted to write this when I found an old diary entry by fourteen year old self, who wrote about wanting to commit suicide because of how horrible everyone was to her. A girl who’d never had a true friend and was constantly alone. A girl who couldn’t fathom why the world was so cruel to her. I even jokingly claim to have been hitler in my last life and that all that crap I’ve suffered through is my punishment.
I don’t really know how to end this so I won’t say that it gets better cause it hasn’t for me, I’m emotionally scarred with an inability to trust anyone and the the reason I haven’t killed myself is because I am genuinely afraid I’ll be forced to suffer even in death.
To any bullies that may be reading this, you should really take into consideration the lives you may be destroying. Some people take criticism and use it to make themselves stronger, but most times bullying causes pain to lasts for years to a lifetime. It scars a person and even leads to serious mental health issues and/or suicide. So think about that next time you call someone fat or ugly, because their reaction might be to go force themselves to puke or contemplate pulling the trigger.

3 years of the pain

I have been out through the pain for 3 years it all started in year 7 you get them girls that are always in groups the popular ones well one of them decided it would be fun to come and bully me. 3 years later it’s still happening. I have had enough of backing down allowing them to walk over me being told by teachers to ignore it but I can’t no more I am not afraid I am just finding my voice and want them to know what they have caused I am not backing down no more I’m standing my ground what goes around comes around like a yo-yo I have my own bullying page on Facebook and will be helping all you guys through the pain. People say words like they are nothing but they are everything and they don’t realise the pain a word can cause but I do reach out there is always someone there. U are loved and deserve the best in life don’t let the sad people in life bring u down your worth a lot more be brave and keep your head high I believe In you 💜😍 xx

The kids that liked to mess with me

Around this time I was in elementary in the 4th grade. There were 5 kids that messed with me and one day I was playing outside and then the bell ringed and then as I was going to enter I heared noise of paper being ripped . I then look behind me and saw the 5 kids ripping and tearing apart my books and at that point I was sad and too nervous to tell the teacher or anybody else. When all of a sudden this girl appeared and said ‘’hey did you know that the girls over there just destroyed your books?’’ The girl said, and I finally asked….. ‘’what’s your name’’. She then answered…. ‘’oh my name is v’’. And that day we would always walk home all the time until I moved.

My story

9/22/18

Hello! My name is C, I am 16 years old. This story takes place in school and on the bus. This is my story.
My story begins in school where most bullying happens. One day I’ve gone to the first day on first grade everything went fine, until lone day. Outside at recess there was a group of girls, a group of girls that thought they were better that everyone else. So they decided to threaten me by saying that if I don’t beat up someone, that was one of those girls, to prove how strong I was, that they would beat me. So I threw a punch and missed they all laughed. I ran and hid behind a slide pole. The teacher saw but did nothing.
Next two years came along, which meant on the bus to go home I go. When I got off the bus a few weeks after school started, I was called a loser by one girl. Ok before I continue why is it always girls that picked on me. Ok meanwhile, that one girl on the bus called me a loser. Do you want to know what I said, I shouted, “right back at ya.” And walked up to my house like it was nothing. Then the next day, I told her off like, “Ok listen here you think you are better but your not.” “ just stop!” Then she gave me a nasty look and sat down in her seat.
I could not believe it, I’ve won! I felt like I had power. I felt amazing. Ever since then she stopped
Well these are my short stories I have for you guys. Hope you enjoyed.

I was bullied for 2 years. It was the worst years of my life. Bullies make you feel worthless, day in day out I got called names, shouted at and taken the mick out of. They were scared of me, in the end I stood my ground and stuck up for myself. I realise not everyone is like that and confident enough to stick up for themselves but I thought, why let them idiots beat me? Why move schools because of them? Why let them get into my head when they are the worthless pathetic people? It finished about a year ago but even till this day, I still get a bit every now and then, however I have a strong selection of very supportive family and friends who get me through it. Some nights, I get dreams about the bullies trying to hurt me and I get flashbacks about some days at school, then when you wake up you know it was just a dream and they will never hurt me because they really are just scared and jelous. I just want to let people know who are being bullied, you’re not alone and don’t let them get to you because they aren’t worth it, stick your ground. Be confident and be you!

Just trying to be friends with everyone turned me into a loner

All throughout elementary school, I tried being friends with everyone I met in class. It usually worked out. I found myself trying to decide which sleepover to go to, who I would sit beside at lunch that day, etc. I once even had the entire class fighting over my crayons one day in first grade. Basically, I was a very social and friendly kid.
When fifth and sixth grade hit, there was this girl in my grade. We will call her K. We weren’t close, but I was just as friendly and nice to her and her group as I was everyone else. But when her group of friends became about half the size of my classroom, it all went downhill. I wasn’t huge, but I was pretty chubby in those years (I later found out that this was due to a thyroid disorder). K and her group would sit next to me and say, “Dang, J, you hungry?” I would look at them funny and say yes. Then they would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world. She would do this almost daily. One day when she asked me again, hoping for a different response from them, I replied no. She said, “Then why are you eating? You still must be pretty hungry!” Then they would still laugh. It got worse from there. Anything I did in class, from dropping my pencil to my stomach growling loudly because I now refused to eat lunch, K and her group would just snicker and giggle and make some comment that would drive my anxiety through the roof.
This teasing spread like a plague. Throughout middle school, other classmates soon joined in with them and refused to have anything else to do with me. I had almost no friends by the time I entered high school. Although I didn’t develop an eating disorder, I didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, just dinner after school. And it’s still like that today. I can’t eat in public places by myself. I feel like everyone is staring at me and eventually I have to get up and leave even if I’m not finished eating, ESPECIALLY if I hear any kind of laughter. I am now in college, and I still just get my food from the cafeteria and eat it in my car or my dorm. I still have trouble maintaining friendships. And I still don’t eat as much as I should.
My final message: please don’t tease or bully anyone for any reason. You never know the permanent effect it will have on them especially during childhood.

Sometimes even having an identical twin isn’t enough to stop bullying…

So I’ve been getting bullied since third grade. In third grade, kids would tease me because I would always try to make everyone happy. If someone wanted me to make them a bracelet, I would. I kind of went a bit overboard with doing everything and anything to please others. In second grade, I teased my identical twin sister about her glasses on picture day. I’m not sure I understood how rude that was, but it impacted her a lot. She never wore her glasses again and now she finally got contacts. I’ll never forgive myself for that, and honestly the glasses looked good on her to be honest. Fourth grade and fifth grade went very well and there was no major bullying. When sixth grade arrived, that’s when it really started. One of my best friends, C, had moved to a different school, even with my twin sister there. That just made it harder to make friends, because everyone thought ‘she already has a friend, her twin’. My two best friends, B + A we’re still with me though which was good (they were my twin’s best friends too). One day in math class, a girl named S decided to ‘ask’ (sarcastically) if I wanted to go shopping with her and her friends at the mall (she was pretty ‘popular’). I said no, because I don’t even like shopping in general. She then went on to ask me what stores I like to shop at. I decided it would be funny to say ‘Justice’, since everyone thinks it’s babyish. She then asked me what size I am, and I’m not the skinniest, so I decided to lie and say size 20 to be funny. She searched up on the justice website and found that there actually was a size 20, which she thought was hilarious. They then went on for the rest of the year, tormenting me about Justice and going to the mall with them. The next year, 7th grade, went pretty well rather than the fact that in December, I started getting very self conscious about my body odor. Everyone would hold their noses and it got to the point where I would have crying fits in the middle of class. This year, 8th grade, has just begun and it has already come to a turning point. The same girl, S, from sixth grade comes back in the picture. My twin sister and I made a very dumb decision today and decided to switch classes, the whole day had gone well, until I went to her spanish class. The table I was supposed to sit at was S and her other mean friend M. The last person at the table was a childhood friend of my mine, ST. I expected ST to talk to me the whole time, but instead she just ignored me and started talking with S and M. I decided to tell them that I switched classes today, not like it would matter because there was a substitute. S and M were actually being decent and asking me questions about my sister and I. They were pretty nice, until they asked ST ‘are you wearing a bra’ and she said ‘no’ (in a funny voice, because she was wearing a bra). They then started laughing and then said ‘Oh A (me) needs one’. S thought it would be funny to pretend to pull her bra off and M was laughing her head off saying ‘oh my gosh, she’s taking her bra off’, S said ‘well she needs it, I’m just trying to help’ (in a funny voice). I said ‘actually I’m wearing a sports bra’ after like three minutes because I couldn’t handle it anymore. S then asked me ‘do you like your sisters classes better than your classes?’ and I answered ‘No, because you keep talking to me’. S then said ‘okay, then shut up’. The whole time, ST, stood there laughing with them. I decided I’d had enough of it and I said ‘pweease’ in the weird voice right back at them. They thought that was so hilarious, they tried to make me imitate them again the whole time. At the end of class, ST looked at me with disgust and embarrassment (embarrassed that she ever knew me). I came home today and immediately told my twin sister and my mom what happened.

currently i’m a freshman in high school, and I’ve always felt that this year would be my year to shine….. i was wrong . During the first 2 weeks of school i was usually teased by the boys in my class because i am the “mute” or the “loner” of the class (didn’t have classes with my friends) i usually try to ignore it but my emotions overrule my thoughts and i end up breaking down in my moments of vulnerability. what was even worse was that the boys would get satisfaction out of it. i eventually told my friends about it and they stood up for me and we told the teacher privately about the situation. I still feel insecure about going to school everyday because of the rumors/lies spread about me , but you know what? i’m going to get through this and so can you! patience and time will be on your side, if you are experiencing bullying tell someone NOW!! don’t wait and stay strong ! 🙂