You may wonder what a bright, young girl who seems to have her life ahead of her would be doing typing this. Well... Not everything you see about me is real. I'm not a happy person, I'm not that "go for it" kind of girl. You may see my smile but inside.. I'm actually broken.... I am 17 years old and living in Reno Nevada. When I was in middle school, I was bullied RELENTLESSLY by strangers and even by those I called me "friends". There were good days, sure. Then.. There were those days I just wanted to crawl under a rock. I was pushed down stairs, punched, kicked, spit at, hair pulled, my name erased on papers so other kids could have a higher mark. It even went as far as I was raped at school in the girls bathroom. I told school police and my parents, sure! I thought I could trust them and that they would help me... Guess what? They didn't. My parents told me I was "Over Reacting" the police told me "You probably said something that made him think it was okay" and then the school? The school tried to expel me claiming I was "Having sex" on school grounds. That abuse didn't stop there. I was given death threats to my face, my locker, even on the internet. My "friends" they didn't care, they joined in on the torture. They claimed that I was the "reason" for all their hate. I honestly have no idea why they attacked me. I was openly bisexual. It was "okay" at my school. I think they just needed someone to take their anger out on and me being someone with a violent track record for lashing out, seemed to be the best case. My abuse didn't stop there. I took to self harm and drugs. I was cutting daily and getting high as well. Finally someone realized something was wrong and took me to a mental hospital where I spent 7 months there with 3 months of vocal therapy due to trying to hang myself. After all that, my parents were done with me. They didn't want me there anymore. My mother sent me to live with my biological father. HAH, that was a laugh. After staying 3 months, I thought maybe the abuse from people was finally done and I could be happy.... I was wrong... My father himself started to abuse me... He started to hit me, touch me and then lie about it all when I reported it. I was in Alaska at this time. Well after 2 years of it all, I had enough. I decided I was done, the last time he hit me? I ran, I ran as far as I could to my cousins house. We called the police and CPS. Guess what? Small town, my father "was" a cop... He knew everyone.. He got it pushed under the rug, even though I had the bruises and witnesses to it all... No one was on my side... Finally I moved back to Reno again October 7th, 2013. I hoped this would be different. At first it wasn't... I decided to date someone who was 28 (I was 16), I fell for him and he told me he "loved me" Well... He was abusive.. No not physically like everyone else but the other worse kind.. He knocked my self esteem down, he called me ugly, fat, worthless, a cu&^, a hoe... He did so much and I never believed my friends when they told me it was abuse... I guess no one truly does think someone they loved could do that huh? Well after a while things got... better.... Well... He then dumped me a day before my birthday for my BEST friend. Oh yea, my best friend. Then his friend told me he was cheating on me... Great right? Yea then I found out I was pregnant with his child... It sucked finding out but I was happy because I proved the doctors wrong..... We recently broke up... I think things are getting better.. I'm at a new school where people accept me and they do treat me like I'm human. I am AMAZING friends who are worried about me constantly. I love my friends.

You may wonder what a bright, young girl who seems to have her life ahead of her would be doing typing this. Well... Not everything you see about me is real. I'm not a happy person, I'm not that "go for it" kind of girl. You may see my smile but inside.. I'm actually broken.... I am 17 years old and living in Reno Nevada. When I was in middle school, I was bullied RELENTLESSLY by strangers and even by those I called me "friends". There were good days, sure. Then.. There were those days I just wanted to crawl under a rock. I was pushed down stairs, punched, kicked, spit at, hair pulled, my name erased on papers so other kids could have a higher mark. It even went as far as I was raped at school in the girls bathroom. I told school police and my parents, sure! I thought I could trust them and that they would help me... Guess what? They didn't. My parents told me I was "Over Reacting" the police told me "You probably said something that made him think it was okay" and then the school? The school tried to expel me claiming I was "Having sex" on school grounds. That abuse didn't stop there. I was given death threats to my face, my locker, even on the internet. My "friends" they didn't care, they joined in on the torture. They claimed that I was the "reason" for all their hate. I honestly have no idea why they attacked me. I was openly bisexual. It was "okay" at my school. I think they just needed someone to take their anger out on and me being someone with a violent track record for lashing out, seemed to be the best case. My abuse didn't stop there. I took to self harm and drugs. I was cutting daily and getting high as well. Finally someone realized something was wrong and took me to a mental hospital where I spent 7 months there with 3 months of vocal therapy due to trying to hang myself. After all that, my parents were done with me. They didn't want me there anymore. My mother sent me to live with my biological father. HAH, that was a laugh. After staying 3 months, I thought maybe the abuse from people was finally done and I could be happy.... I was wrong... My father himself started to abuse me... He started to hit me, touch me and then lie about it all when I reported it. I was in Alaska at this time. Well after 2 years of it all, I had enough. I decided I was done, the last time he hit me? I ran, I ran as far as I could to my cousins house. We called the police and CPS. Guess what? Small town, my father "was" a cop... He knew everyone.. He got it pushed under the rug, even though I had the bruises and witnesses to it all... No one was on my side... Finally I moved back to Reno again October 7th, 2013. I hoped this would be different. It truly was. I'm at a new school where people accept me and they do treat me like I'm human. I am AMAZING friends who are worried about me constantly. I love my friends.

I started getting insults and even threats for being the quiet guy.  Even though there are a lot of great qualities in a person who doesn't talk a lot, I had trouble believing it.  My thoughts were "There must be something wrong with me when even teachers and other adults join in on the teasing."

hi, my nme Edry from Malaysia......i was one of the victim since my first year of high school and now i am in my last year of high school. But the sad thing is being bully cause me so afraid to go to school anymore after being bully for 4 YEARS and now for my last year of "HS"...i decide to quite school and study at home. The tragic part is my mother does not agree with it. She want me to study at school, and this is vry crazy because my parent said my problem just SMALL PROBLEM AND ACTUALLY NOT A PROBLEM BESIDE THAT THEY JUST FACE IT LIKE IGNORE IT. They dont quite understand about being bully as my parent never felt in this situation for them im just GIVING ANOYING REASON for ESCAPE STUDY....now i not yet found anyone that understnd my situation........help me

hello I'm lovebird mic (old user name, that I cant get rid of) and I have a.d.h.d. (Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) or a.d.d. (Attention Deficit Disorder) along with alot of other medical conditions and I have been bullied, when i'm off my meds and sometimes when I'm on, like before we new I had a.d.d. me and my brother went to a summer camp along with these kid that were like 1 year older that were like "shu* u* (I also don't like that in middle school people are using rude lang.), I ended up always being alone. I need to use the bathroom one day and we're at a roller rink (with all but broken stall locks) so I'm just doing my business, when someone pounds once one my door "I say someones in here." another pound, I say a little louder "someones in here!" then that continues a little longer with me screaming I ws in there like I was in a car that was on a cliff side and they were the firefighter, when all of a sudden the door breaks open and need to get up in front of 2 kids, who were laughing at me because, I had to use a stall and not a urinal, so i had my pants down. I never like camp and I was too young to know if I spoke up they might not get to rid the next tripe or something. I also remember this girl, note: I was young so we I felt like I wanted to be 16 and have a girl friend but I was only like 6 or 7 but this girl was nice to me and this was the first time someone ever was my friend when I was not on my meds, but she one day said "i was just welcoming you" and I was sad for the rest of the year... after that I started to go with my brother and his friends and act like I was aother kid like them and was like a friendship leech until I did not go to his school anymore because now I go to a godly school, and I am not bullied but other kids are and I try saying stop when they say "but there laughing, so they must think it's funny" and one want to tell me what I can do? tweet me at @lovebird1238 and also I might make a video of bullying or something, at lovebird mic on youtube but dont sub, just saying because I will link to this site :D

When I was in high school I had this one friend that i did practically everything with. She was like a little sister to me and when I found out that she was being bullied on Facebook I immediately was at her side asking her if she was okay. I didn't know what to do so I logged onto my Facebook and told the other person to back off. The guy was calling her ugly and fat and other crude names. I logged off my account and got into hers and printed everything out. The following day it was still happening, the only difference was that it was at school. We were all in band so I went with her to the head band director and showed him and told him everything that was happening. He spoke to the guy that was bullying my best friend and "solved" the problem. Of course it didn't end there, we ended up going to the head principal and he took care of everything. The following year at registration our school district adopted an anti-bullying policy. 

In elementary school, I was bullied, sexually abused by boys, and ashamed and physically spanked, while told to bend over in a dress by a male teacher in front of my class.. The boys would wait for me in hiding and attack. I was teased as to what i wore, as we were not rich, I was called names, and had few friends.I was even stabbed in the arm once, by a boy with a lead pencil!  I spent a lot of my recesses in the Library, alone. I did speak about it to my parents and it was addressed to the Principal, and that Teacher was suspended for 2 weeks, but then returned, and never touched me again!,but the assaults and teasing by the boys did end up continuing. I lived in fear and tremendous stress.. It wasn't until i went to high school that it stopped.Actually I became a little popular, but that again led to trouble. Even negative attention, was attention, and has affected throughout my life, in some form.

 My name is Brandi Kochan.I've been bullied since First grade. I remember being excluded and always being chosen last for games. I had my head in a book all day trying to ignore the world while I tried to find what was wrong with me. 

In 5th grade I switched schools. There I was teased for not having the newest stuff and for hanging out with outcasts. In sixth grade, I finally found a friend. We hung out all the time and things got better. Then she moved away. I was devastated, but I had met other friends. I was one of those people who didn't realise how horrible the world was. 

It began again when Terrance called me a slut. It made no sense; I never wore skirts and I wasn't very fashionable. Then they called me other names and insulted me. Once at lunch, I said that I wanted to be a cheerleader the next year. Aden said that I wasn't pretty enough. All of of my greatest dreams were torn apart because every time I said anything about them, they said that I wasn't pretty enough.

This year, Terrance calls me names, says I'm fat, ugly,stupid not cool. Alia has said that I'm a horrible cheerleader, that I have no friends and that I'm ugly. She stops my friends from saying anything by saying, "Just Kidding." at the end each time. Several times Jeff,Aden,Aman and Terrance have said in unison to my face,"Go away. No one likes you."

I'm starting to believe it. I know I'm fat, I know I'm ugly, but I thought that maybe people could look inside and see the real me, instead of the outside.

I'm just a person. A person that hates to see people cry. That loves to give gifts. A person that cries when I watch sad shows. I love transformers, and twilight and my music. I want to be a fashion designer when I grow up. I'm just a person like anyone else. I have my weaknesses. One day I'll snap. I'll break down and cry. Maybe one day they'll see that. 

It's been awhile since I have been on here and a lot has happened. I never got through to the school board. I am now graduated and really sad I couldn't make a change. But I'm not giving up. I just wanted to add something I think people need to hear. Don't just stand by, stand UP to bullying. It can change a person's life and feels so much better. Don't ever give up on hope.

When I was born, I had a complex condition that caused me to become almost blind in my left eye. The only way to deal with it was to patch up my good eye, making me a pirate without depth perception. The kids teased me then, and although I don't remember any of it, I think it was the beginning of thinking that teasing was normal. I compensated then by focusing on the love I had to give and I couldn't give it away fast enough. That selfless openness made me a target for bullies, unhappy people with axes to grind and even a sexual predator that I was lucky to fend off.

In Kindergarten, I started to exhibit clear signs of ADHD, but my parents didn't want to have me tested for fear of being labeled. The attempt to protect me was both a blessing and a curse. It avoided stigmatization, but meant I was just the annoying kid who had trouble sitting still, who sharpened his pencil down to the metal eraser holder, and who would turn the teacher's stories into punchlines for kids to laugh.

Getting laughs made me feel good, but made enemies within the administration. My kindergarten teacher would write letters to my mom every Friday, listing everything I had done to annoy her, and at subsequent teacher/parent meetings, my parents would get angrier and angrier with me, starting to blame my behaviour on "not caring" about others, which was entirely untrue.

Although I had only one bully in my first few years of grade school, I had friends and was happy. But the school administrators were not happy and found a way to get rid of me by testing me for the gifted program and sending me to a different school for grade 4. This would mark the beginning of the darkest time of my life.

Used to getting laughs and making my mark, my personality of quirks and my complete lack of social nuance very quickly turned my classmates against me, including the administration. I was teased and taunted every day without fail. Kids shoved me into lockers, intimidated me in the bathroom, jump kicked me in the back of the head when I walked down the halls, and more than I can possibly remember. My teachers would call me out in front of my peers, get me to talk about the bullying in the open so I could be seen tearing up, and would sneer in my direction if I was inappropriate (being that way was a condition of the ADHD but, of course, noone knew that). This false caring and lack of true solutions created a deep distrust in adults and cemented my silence about what was happening to me.

In grade 5, I remember a new kid starting mid-year, whom I made fast friends with. Then one day another kid took him aside and gave him an ultimatum. He sided with the bullies, and became one of the worst bullies I would experience during that time. The betrayal was brutal and crushing, far worse than the bullying before it because although the others bullied me, they didn't really know me. This was different, and I vowed to escape.

I managed to get admitted to an art high school before my last year of junior high, and this gave me a one-year head start on high school. And that summer, I participated in an exchange program where I made true friends.

Over time, I've realized that the bullying at my old schools only happened because the administration didn't do their jobs properly. It's true that kids are kids, but they look to adults to know where the lines are. In the cases of my previous schools, the administration either brushed off the bullying or were seen by my peers as ignoring it, effectively giving their silent permission. When the message is that different is bad and needs to be destroyed, and when the kids are left to manage this process, the result is bullying.

I don't dream about the bullies anymore, but I still have high anxiety and my trust is hard to earn. I've worked hard to manage without meds which, in and of itself, is a real challenge. But I've always liked a good challenge. I also got a proper diagnosis for the ADHD, which was helpful in accepting myself. Knowing why you are different and finding others like you is the first step to finding your strength. I travel the world a lot and it is a huge help. I am also self-employed, avoiding the high school politics found in a lot of offices (I'm sorry to say that bullying doesn't go away, it just learns how to look civilized). I also seek out safe havens in good people.

I suppose my message is that life goes on, change is good, and allies are out there.

I have managed to hold on to enough of my love for others to discover that life eventually rewards you back ten times over with friends, relationships, experiences and much more. You need to just remember to breathe deep and be yourself.