May Be no-one "should" have to survive bullying, but all too many of us do. I'm 55 now and am Really mean when I catch it. Write ups and parent-teacher conferences and the works. I've a feeling that I may be making the matter worse, so I', Extremely glad to see this site where I may be able to learn how to properly intervene and possibly help the bully as well. Thanks!

All though grade school I was teased and harassed, both physically and mentally. I was bookish, into video games and other "nerdy" pastimes. I dressed different and dyed my hair and was always quiet and just took the damage, because going to someone would always just bring down more hell on my head in the long run. I had that beat into me so many times that by the time I was raped at 16, I treated it the same way as my other harassment: I bore the pain silently and tried to keep from killing myself or someone else. Not long after the rape I had to move out of my parents house when my father tried to kill himself. I dealt with hormones and anger and other kids, eventually developed a cutting habit, and some days I'm not sure how I made it out to this side alive. The voices of my tormentors, they never have truly left me. It's amazing what a strong, lasting effect children can have on another child's present hell and future struggle. People always look at me now, and they tell me I've turned out great, that I'm interesting and funny and smart. But a small part of me is always there shooting me back down, the voices that never really go away.  I sometimes convince myself I'm past it, past the fight to feel like I'm worth something. I feel valued. Then that lingering damage sneaks up on me and I get shot right back down. I don't feel beautiful. I fight with chronic depression and an instinct to pull into my shell, hide, never come back out. I've been back-stabbed, fallen in love, cried, laughed, fallen out of love, and wondered why I bother to go on. I have difficulty trusting anyone. But on the days that I can manage to pull out of it all, I realize I've survived it, and that is a beautiful thing. I have people I can trust, scholarships, and overall I'm a good person. I just have to keep silencing the voices and remember: I'm not alone.

I am a school bus driver and find this very rewarding.  Our "motto" on our bus is "Keep the Peace, Lose the Hate".  These children range from 5 years old to 17 years old and they try to live this everyday.  They always give me a "Peace" sign when they get off of the bus.  They know I WILL NOT tolerate any kind of bullying on my school bus.  They all seem to look out for one and another at the bus stop, on the bus and hopefully at school.  I do my best every day to make their bus trip fun and pleasant for everyone.

I loved your documentary on the movie channel....I want to help!!!!

 

My name is William , I'm from Brazil and I'm 14 years old. When I was 11 , I was taller than normal , I felt insecure, and all I wanted was to have friends , I wanted to be like others, I thought I was not normal, I tried to look lower then I bowed myself , I thought this would improve , I wondered '' what 's wrong with me ? '' I probably had a different look for me , as I wanted to be cool, I joked and laughed at that thought , but they were laughing at me , and it continued , aged 12 , a boy came to my classroom , he was always trying to appear or be funny making jokes about me , and I thought because it does not let me go , and I keep thinking about a quote from Bob Marley : '' If the people who try to make this world worse not rest, because I rest ? '' . We can make a difference if we want , we will not play their games , do not believe them , '' We're playing those mind games '' - John Lennon . One day when I was talking to a friend, he came to me , rubbed a glue in my hair , and as I was tired of it , I tried to defend myself , and when he grabbed me by the neck I fell on the floor , he began to strangle me and I was dizzy, I literally almost fainted , I was suffocated , it took almost 15 minutes for the teacher to notice the fight, almost 15 minutes for me to die ,and when they sent me to the board, what they said to me? If I'm right? If I want a glass of water? Because my throat was like that? no! They said: Is it true you want to fight with everyone?For me, this was the end, but it does not end here, I tried to be friends, I tried to be cool, and all they did was get away from me and why? Because passing the time, I had already gotten used to be that way, which I described as'' Hunchback of Notre Dame'', Or A Primate, and all I wanted was to be normal, I was isolated, all I saw, and all that I felt, was kept on me, but there's a time that there is a limit?I wanted to walk with my parents, I wanted to walk with friends, I wanted to have a life, there are many people, but not live, and I was one of them, I isolated myself, and I let be, I conformed me with my problem, because was all that they wanted me to stay that way, because if I get better, who would they kidding?I could do nothing, nothing at all! Go anywhere until improve and why? Let me talk about why, how many people in the world were like me? How many people were in the way I was? All I wanted was normal walking back to who I was and who I was was not at all happy with who I've become, I walked the streets and saw people laughing, smiling and happy, and I thought to myself, why I can not be so?The Popularity is one of the worst things that exist, people trying to be better than others, because we can not all be the same? inside! We are the people in the world, We are the future! And is this the future we want for our children? this is the future we want for humanity? '' There are people dying If you care about life, make the world a better place, for you and for me and for all humanity. Today is a new day, and I'm already a new person, I changed my ideas, we do not take ourselves to leave for them, If we play their games get lost in it, Many people want peace, but not know how to make peace, many people want love, but do not know how to love, you want something? Go behind! There is no one that can stop you, We can begin today by making the world a better place, We are the Voice!One day a girl, valedictorian, by getting good grades, being smart and all, sat behind me, and one day, she just stood in the room and imitated my way of walking and the whole room laughed at me, I do not let it overwhelm me why, but I can not be quiet, I just wish a good life with peace and love, and just feel sorry for her thinking that way, the people think that way, the World is too small for be compared with each other, and life is too short for us,'' life is what happens while you make plans.'' We can achieve peace if we try, we can make the world a Better Place! Let's start with today and never stop,Maybe this is not a big problem, but do Bullyng with someone once and be forgiven, But Do Bullyng twice and affects a person's life forever ...

I haven't written a story in along time but I have a new story to tell. This is about my bully to our class. I am not going to share his name but lets call him Sheldon. I am going to call my teacher Ms. Hiccup. Sheldon bullies everyone in our 1st period class. He will throw desks and say threats to our teacher. He get whatever he wants and if he doesn't get it he will bully you for it. I was walking back from the nurse and he told me to buy him a pizza and I said "No Sheldon I am not getting you a pizza" And he freaked out. He told Ms. Hiccup to go die in a hole. I wonder why he told her that. She is the nicest person in the world. I felt bad I didn't tell him off but I am glad I didn't either because I didn't know what he would do to me. I wonder what will happen to him in the future. Thanks for reading.

I haven't written a story in along time but I have a new story to tell. This is about my bully to our class. I am not going to share his name but lets call him Sheldon. I am going to call my teacher Ms. Hiccup. Sheldon bullies everyone in our 1st period class. He will throw desks and say threats to our teacher. He get whatever he wants and if he doesn't get it he will bully you for it. I was walking back from the nurse and he told me to buy him a pizza and I said "No Sheldon I am not getting you a pizza" And he freaked out. He told Ms. Hiccup to go die in a hole. I wonder why he told her that. She is the nicest person in the world. I felt bad I didn't tell him off but I am glad I didn't either because I didn't know what he would do to me. I wonder what will happen to him in the future. Thanks for reading.

I know that my story may not be as ground breaking as some of the others ones out there. But nevertheless, a story is a story. For as long as I can remember I have been and always was the 'weird girl.' I hardly had any friends, and I always tried to fit in with the other 'popular' kids. I really only had one great friend. Ive known her since my first day of kindergarten. We were as thick as thieves in till I decided I wanted to throw that away just for a spot at the lunch table with the cool girls in middle school. That right there was the first mistake of a very long and sad road. These girls always wanted to change me. To tell me I could dress better. Or I could wear make up. No matter what I did in their eyes I was just the weird girl trying to fit in. I did everything I could. I would pretend to like bands because they did (even though I could care less about the singers). There had been a few incidents I remember very vividly about this 'friendship' I had with them. One day when we were all at after school care we were running around the play ground in till someone decided it would be fun to play hide and seek. So we did, and naturally I was the one who would have to try and find them. So I counted down and the girls hid. When I got to the appropriate number I opened my eyes, and well, you know the drill. The game went on for what felt like forever. Still, these girls were no where to be found. Eventually, I realized they didnt want to play a game. They wanted to get rid of me so they could do their own thing with out me. Because I was the freak who made them look bad. They didnt try to come find me, not in till they realized I stopped looking. On another day there was an 5th grade field trip to the middle school we would all be going to next. There was an assembly about how cool this next school is going to be, and how there would be dances, and what felt like a never ending party. After that was all said and done we created a line up at the front of the Multipurpose room waiting to board back on to the buses. It was during this time, I had never felt so small and insignificant next to these girls. I started to tell a story (and to this day I cant remember what it was) and the leader of the pack Kathrine turned to me and told me to shut up, just so she can talk and tell her story that she felt was so much more interesting than mine. I continued to be tortured emotionally by these girls from that day on. For some unknown reason I still hung out with them in middle school. Maybe it was because I thought I had burnt all my bridges with my old friends, or because they brainwashed me into thinking I needed to hang out with them. And if I didnt, I would be a nobody and a loser. For those next three years I continued to believe that if I put up with their bullying I would somehow blossom into a beautiful butterfly of 'cool.' It was a very shocking day when I found out that would never happen. These girls would talk behind my back, make fun of me to my face, refuse to tell me things because in their eyes I was a loud mouth. By the end of my 8th grade year they were cyber bullying me. They would log on to myspace just to call me names like bitch, slut, and worthless like it made them feel better about themselves. To me, it was brainwashing. I wanted to be their friend so bad it felt like I couldnt wait to log on to see what horrible names they decided to call me next. They didnt talk to me at school, only online. That was the year I also found peace with the sharp end of the blade. That was the year I decided to proceed with self harm.

In my 5th grade year my parents were divorced. So home life wasnt very safe as well. Between the name calling at school and overhearing the threats of having the police called to drag one of my parent out at home, I felt I couldnt be accepted anywhere. But, still I tried. I left that school district and in my freshman year of high school I was the new girl. The girl that every girl talked about and every guy wanted to date. I once again found myself drawn to what seemed like the 'popular' girls. Everything seemed fine. They all wanted to be my best friend and was so excited to see me again later that week. I thought it was a dream come true. In till later that year when I was told I HAD to have a boyfriend, or else I was 'uncool.' Repeat my middle school experience, with just more drama. So I did what I was told. I had a boyfriend. I smoked pot. I drank. I did whatever they wanted. My sophomore and junior year I really only hung out wit one of the girls, intill she went to independent study. Then we just hardly talked. But somehow, with out them I managed to crush on a boy so hard I thought my heart was going to fall out of my chest, I continued on with band becoming the saxophone section leader and the Band Vice President. I really thought everything was going to be better. Then, my home life exploded in my face. I had learned the hard way, it isnt only kids who are cruel. My senior year was when I had really hit rock bottom. I was known as the school's slut (when I actually never had slept with anyone before in my life), the bitch girl, and once again, the loser. School sucked, but it wasnt like I looked forward to go home. After being called names all day at school, I would go home and cry in my room as my sister would tell me that I was fat, idiotic, loser. And while my mother's boyfriend would audibly gag every time I would sing. He was the worst. He was the reason why I didnt feel safe. I couldnt do anything with out having that red faced monster yelling at me for no reason. Like accidentally dropping a plastic cup, or laughing too loud.

Things at school werent doing any better, I was getting anyonomys phone calls and texts from 3 different groups of people. I was told I needed to shave my 'moustache' and that I had no buisness being the school band's drum major because I could not represent our school. I was told I needed to go away, and that no one had any respect for me. One of my good friends at the time tried to take my boyfriend away from me. I had a sister at school who would say nasty things to me to make me want to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. By the end of my senior year,  I wanted to die. I had lost a best friend because she had only used me to get to the boy I had been in love with since my sophomore year. I had lost everyone because they all believed what they heard. I became that student who eats with their favorite teacher because they cant show their face around the lunch yard. It wasnt in till I graduated I felt free. I know at that moment. When I grabbed my diploma and threw my hat in the air I could finally cry tears of joy because I knew I wouldnt have to see these people again. I stuck it out. I made it past the suicide attempts and past the cutting. I stopped everything. I stopped caring so much. I knew at that moment I could be me. Not the girl everyone else wanted to see. 

To whoever is reading this now. There is help out there. Tell your principle, I did. Tell your closest friend. Tell a teacher. Tell an adult you trust. Tell someone. I hardly did any of those things and thats what I feel made it worse. Believe me someone out there cares. And it just breaks my heart knowing that right now there are many other kids out there who felt the same way I did and its not worth it. I know it felt like it at the time. But its not. And it never will be. 

I miss being a little kid. No worries. No fights. No drama. No name calling. Just worrying about what I was to eat or what I was going to do that day. The park or backyard mud pies. Gosh how much I miss that. But anyway. Growing up I was far from the prettiest girl. I didn't dress well. I wore ugly sweats with tennis shoes everyday or jeans and stuff that didn't fit me. But I still had fun. One day in gym in 4th grade this guy came up to me and pants me infront of the whole class. I was so embarrassed. My first time ever being bullied. Next came my parents divorce it was SO hard on me. My dad was my bestfriend and he was leaving me. I cried so hard that day. My dad didn't move out of town just to my uncles but for me it seemed like the end of the earth. He became unhappy and cranky all the time. I remember countless times of crying cause he made me feel bad or e yelled at me. I then became a bully. A physical one. I took all my anger(from being sad) out on anyone and everyone. Of course I got caught and punished. But I then realized how bad I was hurting people. I stopped and never bullied someone again. But then I moved. At my new school I didn't fit in well. I was quiet and shy. I got pushed around and called so many names. I just let them do it. I didn't tell anyone. I would sit in my room at night and cry. One night I finally had enough. I took a knife and made my first cut. From that day forward I continued to cut every night. I had knives all over my room. No one knew at the end of the year I told my mom I wanted to switch schools. She let me. Little did I know that it was only gunna be worse there. The minute people saw me I was instantly hated. I was joined with a small group of friends they were all really nice. That is until this guy came along and said he liked me. My friend was his ex. I asked her if she cared she said no. I didn't know her well so I couldn't tell if she was lying. But the guy and me ended up going out. Once she found out she spread so many rumors. Told so many lies. And I lost everyone. I was completely alone. I cut worse and more and more often. I tried suicide about 5 time. Pills. Cutting really deep. and I always failed. My mom eventually found out and sent me away to a mental hospital. I was there for a week. I hated it. I don't like sharing my feelings. The people were nice. I was diagnosed with severe depression. My start of a long line of prescriptions. When I got back to school rumors were flying about me. That I was pregnant. I was locked up. I was a freak. I was a cutter. Everyone knew my secret I tried to hide. I had horrible scars. The year went on and I got mixed up with the wrong crowd they got me into partying and drugs. One guy I met was amazing he helped me knowing my past. He kissed my scars. I knew he loved me. I ended up leaving before he could leave me. I was still cutting but less and less finally I was free for half a year. Then I moved again to where I am now. People here are fake and judging. The only thing I have here is 1 true bestfriend. She's helped me. I've gone from low prescriptions to high. I'm taking double dosages I've changed the type of pills atleast 5 times maybe more. It seems to go up every time it go. I have had eating disorders. I don't eat at all some days in the past but now all I do is eat. I try to eat my pain away. But one thing no one knows is I've replaced with my cutting and suicidal thoughts. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't do it because it would only turn my pain into my couple friends and families pain. I still get bullied. I'm called a whore. Slut, cunt, b****, hoe, ugly, stupid, anything you can name I've been called. I've been told to go kill myself. I've been told no one cares about me, I'm worthless, my friends just feel sorry for me, but it's all true to me anyway. I don't kill myself. I just sit there numb. I don't feel anything anymore. I just stopped trying. So this is my story.

When I was in the 5th grade, this guy and I became great friends. He was extremely short for our age group and everyone always made sure that he knew that. Everyone always would sit there and tease him about it. During 6th grade I ended up being forced to move. He and I continued to talk almost every day. In the 8th grade, he dyed his hair bright green. We ran into each other at a band competition that year, and while we were grabbing food everyone who walked by called him names like midget and freak. Last year, during our freshman year it got to be too much. I was at a marching band competition when I had gotten his final call. Early the next morning I got a call from my brother who still went to school with him after our parents split. He was calling to tell my that my best friend had just been found dead. All because of a girls mistake. She and my friend had just broken up and she had decided to start hitting him hard with insults. It pushed him over the top and he committed suicide. While bullying had always been a huge part of my life, it finally took the life of one of my best friends.

ive been bullied all my life so far and I am in the eighth grade and ive never had a chance to be myself I never thought that the world was a great place I always thought it was horrible and so trash and a dump. But how can bullies be so spiteful to people for being themselves like how can they be so hateful toward people who have no effect on their life what so ever but ive came to an conclusion that if you cant call me out on my happiness on my family on my bank account on my education or my grades. But the only thing and the worst ting u can call me is FAT then I just might be able to sleep at night im tired of living for everyone else ive spent 13 years at trying to be ool and popular trying to say and be someone I am personally not and so im done im burning this mask im done!!!!