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So I don't remember when it started but for a lot of my time in primary school I was bullied, the sneaky thing is no one ever knew, the pretended to be my friends but treated me like "insert bad words" when no adults were around. I was constantly teased and tormented, outcasted from everyone, called disgusting names, pushed into a main road, threatened, forced to prank call child line, abused, physically hurt, goodness knows what else, and I'm still getting flashbacks..
i was always being bullied at school.. from the age of 5 till now.. and im 17. it was mainly verbal abuse,, but sometimes it got physical.. i remember when i was about 9 or 10,, on the way home from school.. a girl came up to me,, said "this is from M" (the main bully).. and she slapped me so hard round my face i had a red hand print for about 30mins after.. i was used to this by now,, but what amazed me was that she did it right in from of my mum,, brother and sister!! i'd never felt so humiliated in my life.. =[
hey i have been bullied by this bitch called shannon 4 the last 3 years coz apparantly i have slept with her boyfriend and i didnt everytime she sees me she calls me a slut and that im gonna get bashed it wasnt till i saw her at the pub while my best friend her mother my mother and a friend of my mothers were with me i was dancing away then the skank started pushing me so i told my mum and her, my friend, her mother even my aunty were all diving down her thraot telling her 2 leave me alone i am sick of being scared of this bitch I WANNA KILL HER!!!
I was bullied by my mother and was sent to boarding school at 8 years old where I was the target of a group of girls whose names I still remember. I think that I must have had bully me written on my forehead! I refused to bow, no matter how terrified I was. I thought they were idiots and vowed to be successful. It's the only revenge. Trust me!!!
I started being bullied when I started secondary school I have now been there two years I am going to start year 9 in september. I am called names constenly just because I am clever. Bullying is what made me turn to self harm. I hate the way people treat me it's so unfair. If someone shouts a name out at me in class everyone else justs laughs, no one cares what they are saying. I hate it so much..
i used to get teased because i was smart, i was very smart lol i wanted it to stop so i dumbed myself down.
ever sice i was 4 yrs old ive been bullied, at age 8 i couldnt take it anymore, that was the first time i wished for a way out and by age 11 i finally had a name for my wish, bet u can guess what's comming next... suicide the first time i planned to take y own life was we i was 11, the first time i tried was at age 13 but thats another story lol basicaly i dumbed myself down and became a vain, plastic, bimboic slut. Whatever u do Beth dont change hu u r because once u make that change there is no going back and no matter how much the sun shines all u want to do is cry. I never did anything wrong but no body seemed to care.
my story begins in the 4th grade and doesnt end til i was in 11th grade and im 21 now so thats how many years 7 or 8 years. when it began wasnt really bad just some girls trying to get my introuble for something i didnt do. but when i got in to high school preferably my sophmore year is when it really started up again, day in and day out i had 1 particular girl picking on me but she wasnt alone all her friends were behind her, she would call me names like "B****, Fatty, Pampers...ECT" i spent most of my free time between classes in with either the guidance counselor or with my advisor. they were so help ful that when things started to end i thought it was over but that wasnt the case at all. at the beginning of my Junior year things started up again and once again i was in the offices of the people who helped me the most.things never ever got physical but every time the school did something like suspend her for a week at a time or what not it never worked, everytime she came back it got worse. it finally got to the point where the school didnt know what to do anymore so the only other option we had (Suggested to us by the school) was to go the legal route and get a restraining order against her. we'll long story short we were granted the order and things have been awesome ever since
My story begins in the middle of 4th grade. My family relocated and I was the new kid in school. It was the middle of the school year so I had no friends. From the first day on until the end of that year I was bullied and intimated. Most of these kids were bigger than me. I was not a big kid. I was skinny. I was very scared and started to cry. I couldn't help it. I was alone and being yelled at and shoved and threatened. After crying that first day I was called a "crybaby" every day. They would say...there's Mike C and the C stands for Crybaby. It was awful. I went to my dad who told me I had to learn not to "let them get to me" and if I needed to hit one of them I should. I was too scared to hit any of them because I felt sure they would gang up on me if I did. The teacher couldn't control the classroom so finally the prinicpal intervened. He brought all of us into his office and made us agree to "be friends". After that no one at school wanted much of anything to do with me. I played at recess mostly by myself on the other side of play-ground away from the other kids. The bullying and intimidation continued only it was not overt. The core group of bullies whispered about me to other kids and made threatening gestures. The "crybaby" knickname stuck with me until I left that school in the 6th grade.
Once again my family relocated. This time it was over the summer so I was optimistic I could make a few friends before the school year. I was terrified of starting at another school after what happened before. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and I wasn't able to meet any kids before the first day. I showed up the first day. I was scared and it showed. I couldn't help it. I was carrying around the fear of being attacked and ridiculed. I was an outsider again. This was in 7th grade and very few kids were interested in making new friends. And girls? Forget about it. I was the new skinny freckle faced kid from Virginia. Not too cool. But, I wanted to make friends. I wanted to be included so I went to dances and played sports but when push came to shove I was still terrified of standing up for myself. The fear of being beaten up and humiliated was too much for me to risk so I just wouldn't fight. Naturally, it became known I wouldn't fight so bullies targeted me. I was never jumped or attacked. That happened later in high school. But for me I lived with the fear of being beatin up everyday. No matter how I tried to fit in I could not change what they thought about me or how they treated me.
I see that I am going on and on with this story so I will go ahead wrap it up. But I do want to make the point that the fear of being bullied is still with me today. I graduated high school in 1988. Through college and into the workforce that s**t has stayed with me. Now, I deal with anxiety and depression. Well, I'm sick and tired of being anxious and depressed because of what happened to me. I am hoping that by reaching out to this group things will start to change.
So I don't remember when it started but for a lot of my time in primary school I was bullied, the sneaky thing is no one ever knew, the pretended to be my friends but treated me like "insert bad words" when no adults were around. I was constantly teased and tormented, outcasted from everyone, called disgusting names, pushed into a main road, threatened, forced to prank call child line, abused, physically hurt, goodness knows what else, and I'm still getting flashbacks..
ever sice i was 4 yrs old ive been bullied, at age 8 i couldnt take it anymore, that was the first time i wished for a way out and by age 11 i finally had a name for my wish, bet u can guess what's comming next... suicide the first time i planned to take y own life was we i was 11, the first time i tried was at age 13 but thats another story lol basicaly i dumbed myself down and became a vain, plastic, bimboic slut. Whatever u do Beth dont change hu u r because once u make that change there is no going back and no matter how much the sun shines all u want to do is cry. I never did anything wrong but no body seemed to care.
Once again my family relocated. This time it was over the summer so I was optimistic I could make a few friends before the school year. I was terrified of starting at another school after what happened before. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and I wasn't able to meet any kids before the first day. I showed up the first day. I was scared and it showed. I couldn't help it. I was carrying around the fear of being attacked and ridiculed. I was an outsider again. This was in 7th grade and very few kids were interested in making new friends. And girls? Forget about it. I was the new skinny freckle faced kid from Virginia. Not too cool. But, I wanted to make friends. I wanted to be included so I went to dances and played sports but when push came to shove I was still terrified of standing up for myself. The fear of being beaten up and humiliated was too much for me to risk so I just wouldn't fight. Naturally, it became known I wouldn't fight so bullies targeted me. I was never jumped or attacked. That happened later in high school. But for me I lived with the fear of being beatin up everyday. No matter how I tried to fit in I could not change what they thought about me or how they treated me.
I see that I am going on and on with this story so I will go ahead wrap it up. But I do want to make the point that the fear of being bullied is still with me today. I graduated high school in 1988. Through college and into the workforce that s**t has stayed with me. Now, I deal with anxiety and depression. Well, I'm sick and tired of being anxious and depressed because of what happened to me. I am hoping that by reaching out to this group things will start to change.
Thanks for reading.