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It most likely all started in years 6 when I transferred to that particular school. For me I was so scared and shy to make new friends, my parents would tell me it’s okay I’d make really nice friends but guess they were wrong as soon as I entered the school I was automatically hated, I would get physical, verbal and psychological abuse from those that thought I was scum beneath their feet. They would trip me over, call me names and pull my hair I had no one to support me; no friends, no teacher no one, I remember once I tried to tell a teacher but because my English wasn’t that good she would condemn me for not speaking right, tell me that I would struggle in life because I couldn’t speak right I would tell her about my situation but it was like she would blame me for myself being bullied like I was the cause of it. I learned to believe it was me from year 7 I tried to make friends but again there would be severe issues that lead to being isolated and depressed the whole course of secondary school, people that were the same skin colour as me would be racist they would call me out in front of everyone calling me things like “monkey”, “ape”, that I belonged in the jungle or just consistently call out my race and insult the way I looked. I remember in year 9 I was able to make one friend I thought she was my friend at that time I had Instagram I would post pictures thinking I was pretty but I was worthless there was no point because I never believed but anyway she would comment on my pic that I looked ugly and unattractive I always thought she was right as I had never had someone I could call a friend. Eventually I made some “friends” in year 11 but I always got that overwhelming feeling of loneliness like I could never be loved I was and am worthless,trash,ugly,nothing I developed a toxic mindset leading me to feel suicidal from the starting of year 7 I was tormented at lunch,during school and after school hours I never had a break from bullying it became a mantra that I would repeat in my head “I am and will always be worthless” I believed that even till now bullying basically effected my adulthood that I developed serious anxiety and paranoia I would always be on the edge waiting for something to happen, having panic attacks because I couldn’t talk to my family or anyone because I felt they would judge me disown me for being so weak I would cry myself to sleep every night because I couldn’t sleep. I would isolate myself in college to avoid being the centre of attention, to sum it up bullying stole my confidence, reduced my self esteem to an alarming rate but more so surrounded my mind with negative thoughts .
I’m still in the eighth grade, but I’ve been through a lot. I was born with autism and diagnosed in kindergarten. I was bullied in first grade for knowing how to read, but having the inability to read aloud thanks to a speech impediment. I moved in second grade and it got worse from there. Kids would call me “fat” and “freak” and exclude me from everything. One girl bit me on the arm, and when questioned by the teacher, she said “I didn’t know that she was right there!” In third grade, the same thing happened, but people spread rumors about me. Fourth grade was when I started self-harming. Fifth grade, I was called “weirdo” and “stupid”. Sixth grade, I made friends, but they backfired and started telling me to kill myself. The boys sexually harassed me. Seventh grade, I ran out of the room crying because a boy mocked my stutter in front of the entire English class, 30+ kids. I made new friends. Again, it backfired and they turned on me. I went into therapy. Eighth grade, the kids still make fun of me, but I’ve gotten better at getting people to leave me alone. I have a few real friends now who accept me for the weirdo I am. It’s gotten better. A year after the attempt, I’ve gone to concerts (which I never thought I would ever do!), become an A-B student, and have settled into myself. It gets better. You just have to hold on to see it.
So, when I was in grade 5, I was freinds with a lot of the boys in my class, I was the only girl that would play certain games with them, so I was pretty close to some of them. Eventually, me and one of then became friends online and, I mean, that was fine. One day after we had a fight over text, I was playing with the rest of the boys again and he decided to join in. While I was running after them, because I was it, he and his friends called me a “Fat Pig” at that point in grade 5, I already a pretty low self esteem, but I wasn’t even fat. They made me feel really bad about myself and people were talking behind my back. I had to tell the teacher. I know it wasn’t right for him to be doing that. He called me a snitch, but what else was I supposed to do?
It all started in 7th grade, I was being used by my friends. They would borrow “certain” things from me, talk to me only when they want something and then dumped me. I’ve been through the same thing on repeat throughout my middle school and high school life. However, I found a group friends, they seemed real at first but eventually we started having conflicts. In the group we branched off in pairs. Sometimes my partner would fall out with the other pair, sometimes I would out with my partner. Once it happened… my partner and I had a fallout, I was so depressed by this, however, well-wishers made us turn back friends. After sometime I found out she was using me, well actually all along I knew it but I stayed quiet and kept it to myself. She would use me when she and the other girls aren’t talking and when they patched up she would kick me out the picture even if we were “the pair.” It got at a point when she talked things about me behind my back . After this we fell out completely. I still remained friends with the other girls because they supported me. But I feel used, hurt and depressed.. it’s like I don’t feel appreciated when I’m around them, they make me feel smaller than them, it’s like I have to suck upto them. They even started talking back to my “partner” and left me out. Many other bad things happened that I’m not gonna mention here..
It got to a point where i wanted to commit suicide, my grades dropped because of this, I was bullied. I was scared to say anything to my parents or anyone. Everyone at my school treated me differently, used me, it was hard to trust anyone anymore. I would come home and cry my eyes out, praying to god when this will end. I asked myself “When will I have happiness” “when will I feel appreciated” “when will everyone respect me”.
It really hurts me… I was betrayed..
It’s the end. I’m done with high school, I’m out of there, I’m happy alone, I don’t need friends. Can’t tell which one is real or fake with all the bad experiences I’ve encountered.
Just know that if you are going through what I went through or maybe a similar situation.. you are not alone in this. God is with you, your parents will be there for you no matter who leaves you. This is not forever.
Be strong! And don’t let it take a toll on your grades! Continue being positive and spread love. Don’t let this situation change you or bring out the worse in you.
My name is M. Im 17years old i live with my mom ive been bullied my whole entire life i´ve struggle to find who i am i try to not fight myself because im young Lots of girls bully me i dont say nothing i love to write books and read i feel like im a rock that sinked into the bottom of the ocean i cry because i can not find who i use to be i go to a good school i just want a better life and a better future. i want people to Know that bullying is not what you are treating yourself to do but you are also encourging others to follow your footsteps i hate that people take advantage of me i share my story to let others know that you are not alone you cant fix your problems alone you have to ask for help because you wont know what to do later i been broken from girls because they dont like the way i look the way i dress the way i act towards people they hate me cause i dont act like them i dont have the things like them i try to not cry when somebody talk about me
try to focus on my self i hate to cry and being upset at my self i say i hate to cry because it hurts really bad i put myself in a position where i dont want people to get hurt i feel kids shouldnt have to worry about getting their money stolen from another student where i shouldnt have to repeat my self to let others know that im tired of others killing there self cause they cant handle much pain where they cant talk to there parents about what had happen in school some kids feel like an outcast like they have no one that cares about them even if they try to care for thereself it is hard for them to put in that effort my life is a rock but i feel more than a rock i feel like a stone that has been crushed i also feel like an outcast and you are not an outcast we are together
I’m a middle school student, i know it made not happen to every people but starting the school for a 1st time was fine in Pre-k through kindergarten but 1st grade i noticing that each day there would be some people calling me names and talking behind my back and it started going like that,at 4th year everything got worst as i didn’t even to think it would happen i started trying to hurt myself, and it stills affects me even till now,because of that i have low-self esteem and negatives thoughts. Those negatives though feels like there 2 people in my mind one good but one bad, i usually listen to the bad one because i think its true, i would always cry at night praying and begging to god when is this pain going away, and it hurts a lot that people who bully me effected me, everyday i would always called myself fat, ugly, worthless. Bullying isn’t cool or good its not, it could effects someone life like it did to me. It really hurts that i still have those pains from 4th grade. Even though I’m not getting bullied, well i’m getting judged by others. All i could say that is one little word that hurts can effects someone life. I’m just crying right now hoping this pain will go away begging and praying it would cause i been experiencing this since 1st grade. Being depressed everyday because of that bad childhood you had it hurts. Bullying is something you shouldn’t be doing, it hurts that some people who kill them self for it and it effects their families or love ones. Life ins’t easy but for it to be easy you have to respect and be nice to people not just to bully them because all i know is that one thing that hurts can ruin someone’s life.
Hi, my name is V. I am very sad as I have an extremely unfortunately, small left pinky finger nail. It gets called deformed and retarded by the people in my class, they say I have cerebral palsy because of my pinky but I think its something more than that. The doctor said I have an extra chromosome so secretly I am one above everyone else! The kids call me dumb and stupid and mean names I tell the teacher and they stop, so kids if you are getting bullied its ok you might have an extra chromosome to be better than everyone else!
i have been called hurtful names and i have been called black b—- and people are making fun of me for being black by my suppost to be friend t and she has posted rumors about me and i dont know what to do.
Middle school and the first year of high school I loved my friends. One of my really close friends then broke off our friendship second year of high school. I was shocked, saddened. Later on rumors popped up about me and I realized it came from my former friends. Most of it was fake, some of them spreading their own rumors and believing the rumors they heard about me. It was heart breaking that those friends would rather believe rumors about me than the true me . . . truly they weren’t my friends. They then started creating posts on why I was such a horrible person. The posts would often say that everything bad deserved to happen to me and how they needed to beat me up. Soon enough the whole school hated me. I now have rumors that I push people down the stairs and laugh, I like to steal from my friends and so on. It’s ironic though because the small amount of rumors that were true about me . . . also applied to my former friends who spread them. Honestly, I’v grown to be disappointed in people who believe in rumors. If that’s how you’re going to judge people then it brings no benefits to you as a person.
My experience with my bully named C was a traumatic experience. I was beaten, and she would always ask how my day was going when she knew very well, it was going very fine. But one day, she did the unthinkable, she walked up to me and said, Hello. From that day on, i felt very worried about what she would do next.