Real Teens Speak Out

My story I guess

Where do I start? I’ve pretty much been bullied my entire life, starting from kindergarten to now. In kindergarten I was left out of people’s groups and I had no one else to play with except for my My Little Ponies and Bratz dolls. In 3rd grade my first bully started making my life miserable and I would always go home crying, and I wouldn’t tell my parents what happened. The only years where I didn’t have to deal with any bullying was in 4th and 6th grade. Those were the golden years, I guess. 5th grade, in my opinion, was a year that I’ll always look back on and it’s gut wrenching to me. I started talking to one of my classmates, and soon we became friends. Then, all of a sudden, she and her other friends would make snide jokes about me, and I’d laugh along too, not knowing that I was the butt of the joke until after the fact. When I found out, I basically told them that if they didn’t accept me for who I really was, then I wouldn’t be their friends anymore. Then they decided to stop being friends with me, and I sat alone at recess once again. Our friendship was on again and off again, until the main girl decided to start bullying me on a repeated basis, and at one point she even wanted to fight me, but it never happened. It always seems like other kids are the worst in 7th grade. I was in a group of particularly popular girls, and one day they decided to oust one of my friends from the group, and I was the only one who sat with her during lunch. It seemed like we were all friends again, until this one particular Friday. The girls in the group told me that they didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, which left me running off in tears. Luckily, I found a group of other girls who weren’t as catty and fickle. 8th grade started, and the bullying came from a boy in my class this time.  And he decided to make me one of his targets for bullying. He also picked on other girls too, but I was usually the brunt of it. M would always call me ugly and stupid, and made fun of my “stare”, I guess. He would always call me curse words and other horrible things, and he would try to “neck” me, which at my school meant that you would hit someone on the back of the neck. This went on until the end of the year, and I felt as if I’d found a reprieve. 9th grade started, and it was pretty much a repeat of 5th and 7th grade, and this time yet another group of friends didn’t want me to hang out with them because I was “too weird”. I was actually diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome and I had high-functioning autism, and I don’t know if it contributed to that. I don’t even want to get into the rest because it’ll sound like I’m repeating myself. Now that 10th grade has started, some of it has died down. Except for the fact that I’ve gotten food thrown at me twice this week when I sat with my genuine friends during lunch. I guess I’ll always be everyone’s personal punching bag.

I’m not worth it

I FEEL LIKE I’M NOT WORTH ANYTHING. I GET TOLD THAT I’M FAT AND UGLY BUT I HAVE A EATING DISORDER. I’M BIPOLAR AND EMO I GUESS. PEOPLE MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I’M NOT MEANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD. I GET PUSHED IN THE HALL AND TOLD TO GO KILL YOURSELF. THE TRUTH IS I’M JUST HURT BY ALL OF THE PEOPLE THAT THINK I’M NOTHING. MAYBE I AM BUT IT STILL REALLY HURTS.

How this came to be

Okay, well. My story had started out in kindergarten. All the kids in my class would call me names, and make fun of me. At first I took it as teasing, but as I grew up, I realized that for some reason… everyone hated me. I didn’t know why and frankly, I wanted it to stop, badly. It didn’t get physical until 6th grade, when these group of kids were calling me names and saying that I should burn in hell all because I had recently come out as Transgender Female to Male. These kids would torment me and push me and since my school had two giant staircases, they would push me down them. When my dad had seen bruises, I said I fell… and now that I look back on it, I should’ve told him I was being bullied. But, when I was in 7th, I got into more of my fair share of fights. I didn’t mean to argue with anyone… but I didn’t know how to channel my anger and hurt into something productive. One of my “friends” decided to “teach me a lesson”, all because I didn’t share the same opinion. Her and her friends ganged up on me after school on my way to the piano room and beat the crap out of me. My dad had asked why my lips were a blackish brown colour, and I held up a green tootsie roll lollipop wrapper saying that it was just me eating it. This year is no better. These kids are asking why I’m not dead yet. Sadly… I don’t really have anywhere to turn, and it hurts. Because every time I try to ask for help, nobody ever listens. I still get beat up, and I can’t sleep without having a nightmare. So… maybe I’ll find some help. It seems hilarious though. Why would anyone want to help me? But… yeah, that’s my story.

To Whom it may Concern

So, You’re probably wondering what I’m doing up at three in the morning writing for. Well… I want you to know that it’s hard, and I want you to know that nothing is your fault. You didn’t choose to be Queer, and I’m not being offensive just a heads up. I wouldn’t dream of hurting anyone. But back on topic…. You didn’t choose to hate yourself, you didn’t choose your body type, if you have acne, or big feet, large nose. You didn’t choose, you sure as hell didn’t choose for people to tell you you’re worthless… and I’m here to tell you…. take deep breaths, count to ten in a different language and walk away. If that doesn’t work. Tell someone. Hope you have a wonderful and fantabuloustic day. :3

people in school

one day in school i was out side just sitting there and this girl comes over and is like did you say this about me and i say no i did not so all her mates stared calling me names and all that so i told my mum to pick me up and she did i was always getting called names but on that day that was all i could take the thing that got me though the hard time was my fave singer in the world Demi Lovato if it was not for her i don’t think i would be alive to day so i thank her so much for that.

Bullying

Before and After:
I’ve come along way which I thank God because if it wasn’t for him then I don’t know where I would be at this moment.
When I was at secondary school, at that time I use to have low self esteem about myself because I always used to degrade myself, due to the way people from secondary school were mocking and bullying me about my acne. People used to call me ‘doctor dot’ or either ‘ugly’ and would do horrible things to me by pulling up my skirt etc. Their words really did hurt me which I wasn’t accepted and I would constantly cry, I used to hang around all by myself, spend the break by myself and even have lunch by myself. I remember someone telling me this ‘if you continue with these spots on your face you will not get married. There was a time where I bunked my lesson by locking myself inside the Ladies toilet because I couldn’t take the insults and mockings from people anymore, imagine you have not done nothing to people but people will just have to victimise you for no reason. I used to look at myself in front of the mirror and tell myself I am ugly because I allowed people’s negative word to dominate me which I was a very weak person I will even ask God, ‘why was I created like this?’. My advisor who was like a mother to me which she never gave up on me will advise and motivate me constantly and tell me that I’m beautiful. From time to time while I was growing up I was rebuilding my confidence and learning to disallow people’s negative word to waterdown my greatness. I thank God for making me the woman that I am today, because I believe that God did not make a mistake to create me, for he has wonderful plans for me. For the best is yet to come! Bullies never win because they are weak, learn to defend yourself and don’t allow people’s negative word to water down your greatness.

Remember that you are beautiful! 😊

The Girl who could never fit in

I was always a victim of bully. It started when I was in 4th grade and the entire school even the teachers started bullying me. Trying to physically hurt me and everyday I would have suicidal thoughts, they would call be by many ugly names and make rumors about me. At a point it was just too much take in, everyone thought that I don’t even deserve to live. In fact even my parents never supported me and said that it was my fault. I thought that probably everyone is right and changing my school would be a good idea but it didn’t help either. In my new school at first everything was fine, people were good to me but then it was the same again just less bullying but hell lot of high school drama. Everyone blamed me for things I didn’t even do and again I became a loner. Due to depression I got fat and then my world just turned upside down. The few friends that I even had all started hating me, the people whom I helped, I trusted all left me in the dark to die. Now no one even cares about me but still make me feel like I’m a miserable person. Everyone makes me feel like I have nothing good in me and kicks me out of every freaking damn group. My depression has reached to an extreme level where I cringe at everything I see and cry. This world has nothing good in it and thus it made me a sadist.

Why me

I always thought that life was about chasing my dreams. That changed when I was in the 6th grade it was the best experience of my life until people got in their groups and everything and everyone had a label sadly I was labeled the target in my grade people always calling me names, pushing me, but mostly spreading untrue things about me. It was pretty heart breaking when that happened, my most trusted friends didn’t even like me because they didn’t want to become the target. 7th and 8th grade came and it was mostly name calling but nothing out of the usual. It was my freshman year when things got physical and it brought me down. I fought it for a bit but, enough was enough I tried committing suicide and I’m in therapy now. I stopped coming to school or I would never finsh the day. But after a while I finally told my secret to a trusted friend that I was gay. she broke that promise, word got out but now because I have friends that care I get help from the teachers I trust and it’s working steadily. I just have one thing to say….” never let your key of happiness end up in someone’s pocket.”

I would never stop being bullied

I wish somebody i know has empathy in their heart , i always cry at night and cause i am bullied by making me do more than i can and they have bad ideas about me in all times but there are 2 ladies i am so close to them that they feel what i feel they helped me in many ways.

Bullying ins’t cool

I am 15 and I used to be bullying by people who I thought were my friends, they even used to tease me about my high pitched voice and the my light colour eyebrows and it made me so sad that I would go home and harm myself and this all stop when I surrounded myself with friends that didn’t care how high my voice was or how light my eyebrows were, they loved me for me