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Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you're scared.
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Feeling worthless
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Bullied, Teased and lonely Read More... - 270 Views
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High school
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My bullying experience Read More... - 989 Views
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A lifetime
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It started the day i started nursery, only 3 years old but singled out by the others. At that age it was silly things really, but i still hated it, i should of known that it would just get worse. I started infant school and i automatically had no friends, in classes people used to look at me and laugh, at break time people used to push me over, call me names, and tease me to the point of hiding in a corner of the playground or running in to school and staying in the toilets for the rest of break. The main part i remember from infants school was when i was in year 1, there where these two girls, and they despised me, one lunch time they ran up to me and pushed me over, and i hit my head off a bench cutting my lip, it started bleeding and i ran over to a teacher sobbing my eyes out, i was taken to the nurse and my mom was phoned. When the teacher asked me what had happened, i said that i had been pushed on perpous by some girls, only to be told to not make up such stories about the other children because its not nice. Things like this carried on throughout infants school.
Then i started the juniors, in the first year there was a new girl, Emily, and she became my friend, but because she was with me at break and lunch, people started to bully her too, and needless to say after long we weren't friends anymore. Now i was never the skinniest of children, ill admit that, but i was never huge, yet i was always the fat girl, the ugly girl, the strange girl. I remember in juniors school we all had to get changed for PE in the class room, girls and boys. And i would always HATE this, I would sit at my desk and try and get my PE kit on as quickly as possible before anyone started to shout things, but i was never quick enough, whilst getting changed for PE i'd have people shout things at me, such as 'eww your fat', 'go get changed somewhere else, no one wants to see you' Just the normal kind of things that kids will shout, most likely with no meaning behind it, but it would always reduce me to tears. In lesson i would just sit compleetly drawn in to my self, i wouldn't talk to anyone, and no one would talk to me, exept to say mean things everyonce in a while. Kids used to follow me home, spitting at me, shouting things. It got so bad that i would voulentry stay behind after school until people had gone, even though there where a few who would wait, this also got me bullied for being a 'geek'. I started smoking when i was 9 years old because my parents did, and they'd always have a fag when they seemed 'stressed' or 'upset' as i was constantly stressed and upset it seemed like a good thing to do, when people found out about this i was called 'slag' 'fagash' and 'whore'. This teasing eventually made me start doing drugs.
Moving on to seniors school, i remember the day i started year 7, i was happy because a lot of the children from my old schools where going to different ones. I'd lost weight, i started wearing makeup, doing my hair nice. I was really hoping that this would be a big turn around, that i wouldnt be bullied anymore. I was wrong. I made a few friends, but only about 3. In the school canteen i would have food thrown at me and names shouted, out on the playground i would have footballs thrown at my head, once knocking me unconcious. I was constantly called things like 'fat bitch' 'fucking whore' 'dirty slag'. People used to start fights on me, because they knew i wouldnt fight back, and i would always end up getting hurt, the whole time everyone standing round laughing. I remember one of the worst was when a group of girls asked me for a cigarette, and i didnt have any, and when i told them this they grabbed my school bag, emptied it on to the floor, took my phone and money, pushed me over, and started kicking me. This was in the middle of the year 7 playground, and no one did anything, kids started to gather round and laugh at me, the only teacher on the playground acted as though they couldnt see. By this time i had been asigned a mentor because the school knew of my problems at home, when i'd finally managed to get up i ran to the mentors office, locked myself in one of the rooms, cut my self, and took an overdose. My first suicide attempt all because of them. Needless to say school didn't get any better, rumours where spread 24/7 about me, that i was gay, that i was a slag and would sleep with anybody, and many more, but the one that affected me the most was the one that was true. A secret that i'd told a friend in complete trust, one of my only friends. And they had spread it around the entire school, and because this rumour was true, teachers found out, my parents found out, and i got even more depressed. The bullying carried on until year 9 when i finally left to go to a school for people with problems. There where only about 50 pupils in the school and all quite similar to me, i actually fitted in and had friends for the last two school years of my life, even though the bullying carried on outside school i had a safe place.
I started college last year, i wasnt sure if i wanted to, everyone said its completely different from school, ect ect. It wasn't. Not for me. It was just as bad, if not worse. I hated it. I quit after 3 weeks, and during those 3 weeks i attended about twice, the rest of the time phoning in sick. I just couldnt handle it. After having a break from college i decided to have a go at e2e (entry to employment) earlier this year, i thought this would be fine, 16-19 year olds, all doing courses to see what job they would like, it sounded okay, and it was at first, until the people on the course started saying things, things that reminded me of when i was younger. They would see the scars on my arms and say things like 'oh, only scars, why didn't you finish the job' They carried on like this and for the 5 time, something school/learning related had caused me to attempt suicide.
I thought that as i got older things would get better, but it never did. And i can still remember everything that happened so clearly that it still badly effects me. So to anyone reading this, don't bully, cause it can destroy a person. - 6683 Views
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"Emo"
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Everyone's herd the term, "emo" before, moms, dads, girls, boys. The "trend" started mostly in middle schools and junior highs, but when it reached my elementary my life spiraled down. Read More... - 1175 Views
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bullying that ended in prison
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this is my story of the past two years, and the bullying i recieved.. and the consequences that came closely behind Read More... - 995 Views
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5 years of my life
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it started with a few boys in my class it was year 8 and it was just names they called me, it still hurt but as bad as it sounds I wasnt the only one, so that made me feel better. It got worse as the year got on and I just took to avoiding them, i was lucky i had good friends i wasnt like other kids who had nobody atall. Year 9, it didnt stop it didnt get better, seeing them in the local town and having them follow me round 4 half an hour screaming stuff at me, i have never been so humiliated, thats when i told. Well the first time i told. They were hauled in to the heads office given a tellin off, and i was told in year 10 i was to be split in a different class from them. Great i thought that means it would be over, i would no longer just be there for them 2 have a go. but i was wrong. Year 10 came and they seemed to gain 2 more boys to the little group, i had no idea why the first 3 hated me but now there was 5. I got to the point where they were going out of there way to find me to say stuff 2me, i kept tellin myself its ok, it just names, but i secreatly was hurtin so much. One lesson i went in to my bag and got out my notebook, opened it up to find a note 4 me, didnt reconise the hand writin but i knew it was a boys. It was them, it was a death letter, tellin me how much they hated me and how they wanted me 2 die, details of how they wanted me 2 burn 2 death, it really freaked me out. So i told for a second time, gave the teachers the letter they had sent me I couldnt even look my head of year in the eye as she read it, i just wanted to die. They got told again and i got promised it would stop. No such luck. It got worse it got 2 them sendin me emails of abuse, they made a poster of me with my head on somebody elses body and stuck it up round school as well as sending it to the hotmail of most of my year. They would walk out of there way to ensure they passed me when they new i would be on my own, id gotten tired of crying 2 my friends about it, they must be gettin sick of me, and besides it never happened when they were there so they must think im over reacting. One night I walked home to find them outside my house, throwin things at my window, i was so ashamed. Another time they were outside and they smashed up my mums car, when she came bk i told her it was like that when i got home. I knew how disapointed she would be in me. I loved to dance, but it became another shame as whenever i had to do a public preformace they would appear, in the audience, screamin and shoutin, throwin things at me. Tellin never worked, it just made it worse. So i decided i had to deal with this the best i could,I couldnt be around them, in any way i couldnt even c them cz if i did thats when i would panic, panic attacks had become a daily thing for me then, id taken to throwing up in my head of years bin, she was so sweet she reli had tried but there wasnt alot more she could do. I memorised all 5 timetables in relation 2 mine, i could tell u were all of them were in relation 2 me at all times. wednesday week b 4th lesson english, i went late because alex and matthew where in the room next store, and i left through the 6th form exit bcz people wenrt allowed threw there. I stopped eatin in public i stoped going to the canteen, i stoped dancing in public, i stopped everything that made it easy 4 them. 4 years on ive left school and im alot stronger, still harming, but im not such a push over, but still they have the same afect on me, i can stick up 4 myself with anybody, but still with those 5 boys even seein them makes me have a massive panic attack and i turn back in to that petrified 14 year old. I hate the word bullying it sounds so childish and doesnt even begin 2 describe what most of us go through - 6683 Views
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My bullying biography
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Sexual Abuse Bio
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Anonymous Read More... - 718 Views
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A Bullying Biography:The life of a Freak
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My story
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By Katie Read More... - 1658 Views
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