im 15 years sents i was a little kid i was pict on everyday for the littlest thangs like when i had to read in frunt of everyone they would laugh the teachers dident do nothing about it then it got to jh it got worse my spellings not right and i it got to where i cryed cause i dident want to come to school then it got to where i would get push in hall and people would call me names really bad names then one day i thought to myself maybe if i just end it everything will be ok i thought about ending my life all my friends had trun there back on me i thought my family hated me there wasent eneyone to talk to i couldent take it then when i try to make friends people have to make raset jokes like telliing me to go hang my self and that nobody likes me then they would keep going then it got to where i started to cut and hate myself i cant look at my self with filling gross but i guess i got uset to it  uset to people puting me down even the teachers laugh along with them i just dont what to do...

 

After the first two years of high school everything seemed alright, I kept my head down and actually started gaining a huge friend group with the people under "The Goth Tree". It was better then being known to walk down "The gay path". 
I became friends with a guy called Matt, at the time I didn't know who the this guy was. How he introduced himself pretty much shocked me. He spun around dramatically(Out of nowhere) and stated "Sam! I can't take this anymore, I'm bi and I announced it and now everyone hates me." To which he flumped down onto me. At this time I was so confused I thought to fall with him but the one thing I thought was "What the fuck is Bi?!" So I comforted him and we became best friends, found out what being 'bi' was. 
Being his friend was a huge laugh, we went out everyday to the park or town after school or on the weekends. He introduced me to a lot of people. There was a place we would go to on a wednesday night called 'Rock Cafe' it's now 'Riverrrooms' cause they started to play miley cyrus instead of Pantera.
Matt started liking this guy and I actually started gaining feelings for this guys friend. She was absolutely gorgeous, amazing, funny. But it was never meant to be! I was too shy and by the sounds of things 'Too nerdy'. It wasn't much of a shock to me that she turned me down because truly I didn't understand why I had feelings for another woman. The feelings felt good though I wondered if this was how Matt felt? 
There was another girl a short while after. She was fun, adorable, great personality and great looks, we both liked each other and from time to time, even though we weren't spoken for, we would kiss, hug and enjoy our lives. The only problem was, how social life at school reacted to matt coming out, we chose to stay quiet at school. But word got loose and thanks to the person that told everyone about my love life I was in real deep shit.
Most of the lads in our year and higher stopped being horrid to Matt, they all finally accepted everything, so did the girls. They loved having a "Gay best friend". But even though the lads didn't care much about me seeing another girl, apart from the odd lesbian slur, the girls weren't so forgiving. During physical education I would get pushed and have rubbish thrown at me, I would have messages delivered to me stating that I was no longer aloud to change my clothes where I did because "I stared at all the girls breasts" with my "Dyke eyes." During maths everyone would laugh at me and think I was disgusting to even want to "Lick the pussy." To become a "Disgusting little rug muncher". Mainly the whole class would take to laughing at anything, what I was wearing to how my hair looked to where I even lived. I had these black trainer like shoes and just because they weren't Nike or some other special known brand, I had to be poor. My laces broke and I replaced them with alien head laces, to which they just laughed. And from there on I was known as the freak. It was getting to the point where I was actually having it worse then Matt ever did. I was painful. I still had my friends but even then a few took up to going with the homophobic slurs. After a while me and the girl I was seeing decided to part. Which to be honest, was salt in the wounds. 
As it carried on I wanted to stand up for myself so badly but it was a guarantee stamp on the head or some other attack. The only thing I could use was in maths, where most of the girls moved their chairs as far as they could, I would simply say "You're not my type so stop acting pathetic". Luckily the teacher didn't accept violence in her class so I was safe for those hours. 
Even when it came to music! I would be listening to rock, metal, grunge. Pink floyd, jimi hendrix and bloodhound gang, the list would go on but it would be all mainly in those genres to which they would rip my earphones out, call my a "dirty leasbian goth." "Eww look at her and her greasy goth hair, she's a dirty pussy licker to and what the fuck is that shit you're listening too!?" It was like anything I did, anything I liked was wrong. I ended up at one point having a shower three to five times a day because I felt dirty myself because of all the peoples voices had started ringing in my head constantly telling me I was dirty, dirty, dirty.

Everyday I felt myself grow less happy, I would still go out with friends and do all the things we would. But there was nothing that could really cheer me up. I would display a happy face all the time. 
I'm not condoning it now, but I started to self harm. I panicked so much about tomorrow that cutting myself felt like a nicotine rush of relaxation. I kept it quiet for a long time. I didn't have anyone to speak to, even though I had all my friends, I couldn't bare to disappoint anyone with my burdens. There was cuts everywhere, covered up. It wasn't till certain friends started noticing how tired I looked, how whenever someone touched me I would wince and how my face would just look blank. 
Matt confronted me to the point where I showed and told him everything. It was horrible. And I tear up just thinking about it now. He told me to show my parents, to get them to send me to someone who I could professionally talk to.. They couldn't afford it so they sent me to a normal high street doctor. She stated it was only Clinical Depression and that it would pass shortly. 

It wasn't until one year after finishing school where I started to relax. I got into college doing production arts and met amazing friends. Unfortunately now me and Matt don't speak and I do miss him but I am so thankful I had him there for me at the time. 
Right now I am currently working at a pub. It's not the best of places when you have pervy old men making indecent comments towards you. But it's all worth it to go to Uni. I want to study Illustration and hopefully be a concept artist for games. 

About two years ago I was in 6th grade. I was starting at a new school. Now it's scary starting a new school. Really scary. You don't know anyone, you don't have any friends. It's all just you. At the time, I hadn't been to a new school in a while. So it was all mixed emotions. I was scared, excited, nervous, and all the emotions you could possibly think of. The night of my first day of school I couldn't wait to get up in the morning and meet my class. I set out my clothes that I was going to wear the next day, packed my backpack, and made sure that I had everything I needed for school. Finally, when morning came, I woke up early to make sure I was all ready to go by the time school started. And then I left for school. When I arrived at my new school I awkwardly walked to my class room to meet everyone who was in my class. They seemed nice and all. The teacher seemed fun. It all seemed like it was going to be ok. That day passed as well as many other days following it. I still didn't make one friend. Until I met one girl in my class. She was really nice to me when all the other kids seemed to ignore me when I tried to talk to them. We hung out a lot and talked so much. She was a great friend. Until one day I didn't see her anymore. I asked the teachers where she had gone and they said she moved schools! I couldn't believe it. How could she leave me like that? Why didn't she say anything? I guess I'll never know. So then it was back to the start. I tried to talk to the other kids but they just seemed like they didn't want to talk to me. I kept trying to talk to someone but none of them seemed like they had any interest in me. At that point I just stopped trying. I didn't talk to anyone anymore nor did I sit by them at lunch. I sat by myself most of the time until they decided to sit by me. I was really confused of why they would sit by me but I just went with it. They started talking to each other. Not to me. But as one of them looked at me with disgust, I asked if something was wrong. They asked me if I was vegetarian, which I replied with a yes. Everyone around the table looked at me with disgust. That's when I noticed that they all were eating meat. That's when they called me weird, stupid, an idiot, ect. They told me that I wasn't welcomed there. No one liked me for sure at that point. They pushed me around. They kept calling me more and more names. When I walked next to them they told me to go away. I hated it there. When I would go home after school my mom would ask how my day went. Lying to her, I always said it went fine. I just didn't want her to worry. I thought I had it under control. But I was wrong. Each day I would go to school less and less enthusiastically. It was the same routine over and over again. I get up, go to school, get called names and pushed around, go home, lay on my bed and cry. Everyday after school I would cry my heart out cause I just hated it so much. I didn't even want to get up in the morning because of it. My parents had to drag me out of bed every morning just so I could get ready. The name calling got worse. They called me a lesbian for no apparent reason, they shoved meat in my face to try to make me eat it, and they did a lot of other stuff that was just not right. It got to the point where it got physical. One of them punched me in the eye. It was that night that my mom found my black swollen eye. She called my principal and told him what had been happening. He said he would do something and talk to my class. But that didn't stop them. They continued to push me around and call me more names. They also got ahold of my number and started sending me really mean texts. They did the same on Facebook. I didn't know what else to do other than to tell my mom what has been going on. That's when the police got involved. The police went to my school and talked to my class about harassment and how it is not right. They finally stopped. I've never been so relieved in my life. I left that school right after Christmas. And that's when I came to Redlands. When I was about to start my fist day of a new 6th grade, I was so paranoid. I kept asking myself, "Will they like me?" "Will they accept me?". I did the same routine as before. I laid out my clothes and packed my backpack. Went to sleep; woke up. And I was off to school. When I arrived I went into my classroom and set my things down and waited until my class came in. When they did, they were so nice to me. They asked me questions, smiled at me, shook my hand. I felt welcome. And they made sure I was never alone. Now when I look over it all, I realize that I did not go to God once. I just never thought about it. When I realized it, I dropped to my knees and prayed. I thanked God for what he has done for me. God does help people. He helps everyone when they're struggling. He helped me see that. Whenever you are struggling, in a tough situation, or are getting bullied today, when ever you feel alone, God is always there. I promise you that. You just have to believe. Philippians 4:19 says, "And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus." Stay strong all of you

Every boy going through puberty knows that their armpits starts sweating more than it ever did before. When I was just starting upper school I was being called bible basher because of my dad's profession as a vicar. One day when I was changing in the boys changing room an older boy started picking on me so I decided to fight fire with fire and call him the meanest name I could think of "B.O Boy" sprung to mind, so I called him it. He didn't take it too well, and decided because not many heard me say it, he decides to throw the name back at me LOUDLY. The young guys in my class laughed and the name stuck to me. 

Now I was sweaty, but no more than any boy was. In fact I would wash and spray myself like crazy that it might help. But because all boys smell at that age, so as an escape from being called out on it I became their excuse every time. B.O Boy... I heard the name being said almost every minute of the day, my name seemed to cease to exist. Anytime someone wanted to mention me or point me out I would be called by it. For a long time I became embarrassed to tell anyone. SO it got worse, my chair would be pulled from me, I would be threatened, smacked around, hurtful messages/phone-calls. Many of my friends would be too embarrassed to hang out with me a lot. There was some okay days, and some not so okay. There were a few days where boys would grab me in the locker rooms and spray deodorant in my face (I also had asthma at the time) and some boys would grab my arms an spay them for so long I would have burns and larges bubbles coming from my skin. This is called Lynx Burning and it was by far one of the most painful things I have experienced in my life. 

I became very depressed, and experiencing night terrors often. I also started developing a large lump on the back of my neck due to stress. So I took to cutting myself. Now for people who believe this is attention seeking are very ignorant on the matter. But! let me be honest when you are feeling like you're about to explode from the anxiety, releasing blood from your body feels heavenly. Not that I in any way justify doing it, because there is treatment. I began drawing more frequently, and one thing that I enjoyed doing was drawing the bullies in unflattering ways, but this became known to the bullies and they would rip apart my sketch books. This was a very dark time in my adolescence as it had been years and I was still being bullied. That eventually I started taking attempts on my life, most times becoming too scared and just crying for hours. I began seeing a therapist, and all though things didn't become much better till I finished school, I felt much better about my life and stopped having dark and scary thoughts

I am currently at University studying Cartoon & Comic Arts and in production of a comic to help promote anti-bullying. I'm around so many other comic geeks like me who have been bullied, and my life feels so much better now. 

When I was younger I thought the world was perfect. Nothing but rainbows and unicorns. Well I was one idealistic kid that's for sure. As I got older I realized life isn't butterflies and grandma's cookies that all came to a stop. Now life is a black and white hallway full of locked doors and monsters chasing me. I was lost. My parents the people that were supposed to love me hurt me. I went to school and got bullied and beat up. In the 5th grade I started cutting because some kid told me to because I'd make me feel better. Well that kid was right. I cut and I cut and eventually it stopped working. I was lost and confused. I wasn't safe not at home,school,or alone with myself. As time went on nothing got better. My dad was gone and my mom was gone well not physically ,but mentally she was. Soon enough my dad came back but with some friends called the FBI. Ha how many kids can say they've been held gun point by the police before because of their dad?.. Yeah after all that kids at school found out and I got called the psycho's fathers daughter along with other mean names that still scar me today. Life didn't get better after that. But when my parents came to me and said we are moving I thought yay a new clean start. Ha yeah that was a over statement for that. Things got worse. I tried to commit suicide 4 times in one month. My mom didn't get me help till my school called and told her to get me help. I've always felt unloved like no one cared about me.. My siblings hated me I had no one. The last time I tried to commit suicide my little sister called me crying telling me she missed me and needed me. Its like she knew I was going to kill myself. She cared! Someone cared! My little 7 year old sister saved my life. Now I live for her because she needs me. I don't care how long this black and white hallway is I will find the right key to the door if light and color and happiness. I don't care what I have to go through bullies,guns,knifes, anything I'll find this key. And when I do I'll show all those people that bullied me and how are suffering from bullying that there is a light at the end of the tunnel you just have to keep your chin held high. You'll get there I promise.

so it all started when i was 13 , i had the best friends any kid could ask for? but one day it all changed , my BEST FRIEND start telling lies about me , i lost all my friends and they start bullying me? i got really mean letters in my locker say "gay" "fag" "ugly" etc ! then i was kicked , slapped, punched i even got spit on! then one day i was in the yard and my old friend called me and kicked me and punched me in the face! , i was so depressed and lonely i walked too the edge off a bridge and wantd too jump ! but i didnt , then about a week later the same boy punched me and goes"kill yourself you gay fag" and he broke my nose! , then when i was 14 i changed schools , the bullying came again , i was called nasty names such as new boy , nasty creature , gay , hormo , loser , fat and ugly! the list goes on and on.. i end up stop eating and thought off myself as that gay , fat ugly kid that everyone says. i hated my self! i was sitting at home and got a phone call saying why dont you do your mother proud and kill yourself , and when i went onto facebook , i discovered this page with my pictures and name.. making fun off me and editing pictures and videos off me.. that night i broke down and cried and i start selfharming! i had cuts on my wrists , arms and legs! when i was 15 i told people i was bisexaul , i got a school tie put around my neck by boys and told too hang myself! i turned too drugs and alcohol , i had so many sleepless nights , and i thought about suicide many times ! never had real friends ,i had depression , and been sent too counseling , when i was 16 the bullying stopped , but was way too much bad memories, i ended up leaving school! i still get bullied online anyone needs too talk im here! my facebook is gerardcampbell2011 , twitter gerardcampbel16 and my email is [email protected]

Hello I am Brazilian , and tell one of the many events of Bulling that ever happened to me , one of them is because of my dedication both in school and in the course .. The nickname commonly used by them against me was this thing of " Nerd " Vey felt really bad for using such a prejudice against me because of something that would help me in my future , and I followed with the school and the courses of a way that surprised everyone because my dedication muiti was high , my training was Web Design , Webmaster , Informatica , Advanced Hardware , axl . adm . Spanish and English , this proves a bit of my dedication, but every effort ofendimento still more than I gave , I wonder if one day that would change if I was questioning all the time , until my series were increasing as I realized there were people like me, while those that once made ​​fun of me stayed behind with same level it. ( ps: my English is not very good ) My name is Luiz Fernando de Melo , I'm 15 years old and the direction we want to take in life is to be as good when escretor " JK Rowling " .

I always knew that I was never exactly like everyone else I mean ADD causes that whole I'm there but I'm really not THERE kinda mentality; my mother understood that but my father... he could never actually comprehend what it's like to have a child that's not "normal" what ever normal is in this society anyway. Me and my father would never see eye to eye which would cause him to yell at me, hit me, and make fun/call me horrible things. I always used to think that it was my fault that I wasn't good enough, but now I realize that my father, my own blood, was my worst bully. Having someone in your house bullying you is pretty rough especially when you got bullied in school too. And my mother wondered why I was so depressed at such a young age. I guess now that i think about it I was always depressed it's just that when you're young you can do a much better job at hiding things from yourself then when you're older. I liked going to school more then going home bullies and all because I knew that when ever I got home my father would harass me. My father would try to find something to blame on me he would intentionally try to bring me down make me feel like I was worthless. School wasn't any better I would dread lunch time because then I would have to be by my tormentors hear them call me fat, ugly, make fun of me because I peed  myself. Ok I'm about to side track into my peed myself story. So one day I went to school and I really had to pee but my teacher wouldn't let me go. Being the good student that I am I listened but at the same time my bladder didn't really agree with that. So by the time I actually got to go to the bathroom I had to pee so bad that when I was rushing to go to the bathroom the pee started to come out. Peeing on yourself in the 5th grade not so fun. no one would have known though because I had my gym clothes and I would have been fine but then my so called friend walked in and asked my did I pee myself and I said no it was just water, but of course she already had in her mind that it was pee and told all of our friends. So when I went back to class they were all making fun of me and on top of that i went home and guess who was there My father read to shower me with insults Hooray best day of my life. So back to the main thing one day my father was hurting me and insulting me so much that I yelled at him; he didn't take that too well. He decided to bring me in the room with him while he sleeps, he works nights, for work and makes me sit there until my mom gets home. I seriously didn't want to look at him better yet even hear his loud annoying snores. So me being my 9-10 year old self I decided I had enough pain and the only pain I wanted to feel anymore was the one from myself because that hurt a lot less and that was the day that I started to cut myself. I found something thrilling in it; it made me feel powerful. It was the one thing in my life that I could control and that felt good. It didn't last forever though because at some point it just stopped working and the pain of what my father was doing got worse and I just couldn't take it anymore. I told myself that anything would be better then here and that i had to get away. From 13-16 I've attempted suicide 3 times. People wonder why other people cut themselves or why people try to kill themselves and it's just so obvious it's because they would rather be dead and set free then live with that kind of pain and I was one of them. I'm  17 a senior in high school now and I can truly say that's I'm glad that i didn't kill myself because then I wouldn't know how much better life is for me now. I would have never known that my father is no longer in the picture and that's what helps me to start the road to recovery. I would have never know that I would have found a best friend like me, some what like me, and we would help each other out. I would have never know that life IS worth living for because there are good things in this world that can actually make you happy. Sure I still don't love myself but I don't hate myself enough anymore to want to kill myself anymore. I have friends now.. friends I can actually trust; friends that I would give my life for and that they would give there life for me. I know that I just need to take everything one step at a time and things will get better. Everyday I can breath a little bit more I get a little bit better. I know my story is all over the place and I didn't do to good at explaining it but my thoughts are all over the place and I can't really write everything the way how I want to. I do know one thing though if you feel like death is your only way out it's not because your life will get better and you will truly smile again.. I promise.

Hi my name is Olivia Conroy and this is where my story begins . In elementary school i had alot of problems dealing with my feelings so i was put into a special classes that helped me out with that. after a few years of being in the class i was finally able to go out to the regular class. Thats where it all began i was called names like retard and stupid. i am adopted and one of the kids told me the reason i am adopted was because my parents didnt love me. Those words killed me. I eventually had to move out of that school and i was put into a new school. i made friends right away and had alot of fun. But then it was time for me to go into junior high. They said if i went to the Junior high that my school fed into id be back in a special ed class AGAIN so they made the chose to put me inot another junior high where that wouldnt happen. I had no friends and did not know a soul  they were so mean to me but one day i spoke out and it made everything better. I am now a junior in high school and want to speak out for those who are afraid to. i dont want sympathy because everybody has a story. 

A boy calls me asthma face, because I have asthma. He and his friends would block me in, and call me terrible names. They say that they hope I dye in my next attack. They don't know what it's like to have asthma so I stand up for myself and all the people who get mistreated.