When I was in 2nd grade,People bullied me badly because I was a different race and had freckles. They called me bugersion and that hurt. I told the counciler and age said take it as a joke so I did but it git worse. One day I could not take it anymore I told them to leave me alone or Karma would strike. Then they all jumped me and said they're not scared. I still thought about what to do. Then it came to me I had my mom come down to the school and we gave a presentation and they got a little scarred of the concequences. After that they left me alone. I didn't care if I had friends as long as they treated me nicely we were good.

Last year I decided to tell my best friend that I was gay. However this didn't turn out so well after me and my friend had a fight. She had told every single person in my class and after that the whole school knew that I liked boys. I was teased, pushed, punched and verbally abused. I was so depressed, I would come home every day crying and thinking how much of how I wanted my life to end. After my friend apologized I forgave her and I thought the bullying had stopped. Unfortunately  it hadn't the physical and verbal abuse continued. This was the first time I told my parents about what was going on. They were devastated about what was happening to their little man. My mother decided to go up to the office which seemed to make the bullying worse. But I knew that my mother was only trying to help. After starting a new year in 7th grade, the bullying seemed to stop, and it did. I think the key to stopping it was just keep telling teachers and stand up for yourself.

The origins of bullying are animal origins. Yes, the apes bully one another and aggress for control. We somehow thought we were above APES and it turns out, we're not at all....UNLESS we are able to REFLECT on what we do to one another with a sense of how it feels TO THE OTHER person. 

However, if medical interventions (and environmental chemicals called endocrine disruptors) are administered to pregnant women (or are allowed to be manufactured and distributed into our environment), without even knowing what they do to the DNA of our children and our children's children, bullying (as a topic) is a moot point. How will we show empathy, if our brains have been damaged? Empathy will not compute, except in a robotic fashion! 

Distorted DNA will continue to produce emotional dysfunction through the generations, as DNA is permanent memory.

The medical world, the FDA, pharmaceutical companies, are the capitalistic culprits displaying no ethical underpinnings as *corporate persons*. Stilbesterol (DES), though banned in the early '70's, is still the cause of ongoing generational damage (geneticly transmitted social brain deficits). But it's not just Stilbesterol...it's a cocktail of drugs which are cavalierly administered to the infant through the mother, in the most epigenetic setting, the womb.  We can no longer think we're superior to nature after such enormous SOCIO-MEDICAL and pride-based BLUNDERS. Superior? NOT!

Add DNA distortion to the natural APE functions (MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO-- the brain's mirroring of exactly what it sees in real-life attachment/bonding experience)....what you get is more bullying, less empathy.  There has been a decline in empathy and true co-operation because the brains of the populous are being chemically injured.  

So, do we teach people to develop compassion? Sure, and simultaneously, and most importantly, we eliminate the endocrine disruptors from our system.

In my case, the monkeys, my family who were chemical victims of *Modern Medicine*, saw what the mother monkey did...tried to kill me...and that's what they thought was how to BE themselves. Do you think you're better or smarter than the wisdom of Mother Nature?  You are only a generational line of DNA (memory)-- no better, no worse than any animal from our evolutional line.

 

 

 

 

my little sister was bullied from pre-k all the way through the fifth grade. seeing as I never was bullied, I would just tell her that it wasn't that bad and that she should just ignore it. easy for me to say up until the seventh grade. seventh grade was when my own bullying began.

in seventh grade I was new to the school and up until that point I had been a very happy child, but I was a preteen and I, like a bunch of kids my age, was dealing with crushes. that's always fun...until you begin liking girls... my family isn't outright homophobic, more like just not agreeing with the lifestyle, and coming out was very hard to me. I held that part of me inside for so long, and I was getting more and more depressed. I didn't know where or who to turn to...so I turned to the razor.

I began cutting and I got caught by my parents and sent to the hospital. when I got home and news of me in the mental ward got around...people of course teased me for it. so I cut some more to deal with it. cutting became like a drug to me, and I was doing it so often.

high school came around and I made a few major mistakes over summer, and they somehow carried over to the new school year and I was being bullied from the first day of school. they taunted me for losing my virginity, they teased me for 'acting white', they teased me for liking girls, they teased me for having dark skin and being Haitian. Anything they could say about me... they did. many of the things they would say about me wouldn't even be true... but the funny thing is, is that they hurt just as bad.

so anyways I just turned sixteen, and I guess with that comes a new found sense of maturity, but I felt something in me and that something told me ' you're wasting your life away worrying about what people think about you. people will talk about you until the day you die. if you want a change, be the change and stand up to make a difference.' and I told myself, 'you're right'.

so I made a pledge to myself that I would stop feeling sorry for myself and that I would take my bad experiences and make good out of them. I feel so strongly about so many things and I know I can make a difference in somebody's life, maybe even the world if I put my mind to it. in fact, anyone can, they just have to be brave enough to take the first step...and determined enough to follow through the rest of the way. 

 

  

 

When I was in high school, I had a group of kids on my bus who would pick on me at the end of the day on our daily ride home. I dreaded having to ride our bus, and would find any reason possible to be able to stay after school hours to take the later bus home. Two very clear memories stand out in my mind. I remember once having C Batteries thrown at me, and hitting me in the back of the head. I was beyond upset, not to mention the fact that it hurt! I had a massive bump on the back of my head from that. Although the bus driver saw the incident, he was friendly with the girls who had thrown the batteries at me, and he did nothing about the incident. The second memory I have was from one morning when I had gotten onto the bus. I had been crying and my makeup and spread a little under my eyes. The girls began to call me a "raccoon," a nickname that stuck throughout the rest of my high school experience.  What they didn't know is that I had been crying because I was living with a very emotionally abusive parent. They had no idea what I was already going through behind the scenes, being bullied from someone I was supposed to trust, and then having to put up with their bullying each day. Now, I've grown to be a teacher, and I have made it my goal to stop any signs of bullying that I see in my classroom, or in my school setting. I will not stand by and allow this to happen to anyone else under my supervision and my care.

The only way to take a bully down is to stand up to them. It's in our hands to be proactive instead of reactive. I am a huge fan of Texas Ranger Walker. I am well versed in marshal arts so you may think it's easy for me to say this. It's not. I will tell you a story. When my parents first move me to this town I was in the 9th grade. The word got around on the street that I was the new Kid in town and that I knew karate. Well the schools' bully that most of the students were afraid of got wind of my presence.

As time carried on the bully avoided my path because the bully heard that I take them down one at a time like Texas Ranger Walker. Then one day it happened. One of my classmates' boyfriend asked me out. This classmate happen to be in partnership with the bully and they would consult from time to time on who they would bully next. Who do you think name came up on their list this day, yours truly. When I arrived to school the play ground was crowded with students. The bully was upfront and center blocking my entrance to class.

I asked what's going on? I need to get to class and you are blocking my path. The bully responded "if you step across this line," that was traced out on the ground, "you will be beaten senseless". Well little did the bully know that I had already figured out what the bully was going to get. I stepped across the line and stated to the bully "I only use my powers for good". I kept my senses.    

The bully was shocked and speechless because I stepped across the line. You may asked what was I thinking. I was thinking the bigger they are the harder they fall. The bully weighed up to 300 pounds and was using that fact to scare the students. I knew it wouldn't be easy for the bully to stand back up. So I stood up to the bully. It turns out I only needed to be strong in mind and not physically. The best way to say enough to a bully is to show them that you are strong in mind and fist fighting in their cases is a waist of your time.

The next day the students were chanting, "Alice! Alice! Alice! Alice! Alice! Alice! Alice! Who are you afraid of! and I would respond, "Only the Almighty Himself and nobody else"!

Today as a Christian I continue to take down spiritual bullies that think they can push and shove others around because they don't look or speak the same way they do. Bullies do respond to strength! Remember your training young grasshoppers and only use your youth for good. It will do you good for life. 

I grew up with the double whammy of being "fat" (If I had gone to a doctor, I wouldn't have even been considered over weight at that time), and also being poor (yet we had food on our table, a roof over our head, clothes on our backs, etc). I guess the absolute worst of it was in high school. I made the mistake of correcting another student, and it made her friends laugh. It was NOT my intention, and I honestly felt bad about it, but I also didn't like all the sudden attention, so I got quiet and tried to disappear. However, from that moment on, she took it as her personal mission in life to make me miserable. Boy did she ever. 

 

Every day, when I walked in the cafeteria, she would scream hurtful names at me across the room. She didn't even wait until I was close, she made sure to scream it where EVERYONE could hear. It happened EVERY SINGLE DAY, without fail. It got to be so bad, that when I woke up in the morning, I felt sick at my stomach just thinking about going to lunch. I didn't want to be any where NEAR her. I started making excuses, missing school as much as I could get away with, and eventually just not bothering to set my alarm. I had to graduate in summer school because of this. You see, I was smart, but economics was never my strong suit, so while I could wing it in most of my classes, you can't get economics if you're not at school to learn it. I failed by 2 points. 

You would think that once I got out of high school, it wouldn't affect me anymore. You'd be very wrong. I carried this pain with me for YEARS. I always saw myself as less. I always felt worthless. What this bully and her crowd of tormenting and laughing friends didn't know was that I was already getting it at home. I had a step father who made it his personal mission in life to make MY life a living hell. I could hide out in my room and avoid him, but eventually you have to eat and use the bathroom, and passing him at the table, you NEVER knew if he was going to be nice or horrible. It depended on how much he had to drink. 

This affected every friendship and relationship I had. It affected how I spent my money, how I got dressed, how often I washed my hair. I had panic attacks and social anxiety. I even had trouble talking on the phone, whether it was to a friend, or something simple like making a doctors appointment. I still struggle with that to this day. My friends think I'm antisocial, or that I just don't care. I avoid most phone calls like the plague, simply because of the anxiety and panic I feel when I'm on the phone, even with family, its pretty bad. 

I eventually met and married a wonderful man who made my life worth living. He made me feel beautiful, even though it took him YEARS to convince me and make me believe it too. He made me feel important, loved, and cherished. He still does. He is my best friend in the entire world, and we have 3 beautiful children now. I'm happier than I have ever been. 

 

Unfortunately, my oldest daughter also had to endure bullying. Going to the teacher did NOTHING. In fact, the teacher seemed to be on the bully's side. They picked on her for everything you can think of, including having Cancer. Unfortunately, all this did was bring back all of my old demons, and I'm afraid I didn't handle it as I probably should have. What I SHOULD have said was not to give them power over her life. Instead, I tried to make her fight back with words as hurtful as theirs. That's not going to help, and in fact, it made things worse at times. She eventually got into a physical fight with one of the worst of her bullies. Violence is not the answer, and NO child should have to feel like they're going off to war when they head to school in the morning. 

Eventually I had to pull her out of school and home school her, and now she never wants to go back. I don't want her to miss out on some of the best experiences school can offer just because of some bullies. She is a smart, mature, beautiful little girl, and I want her to be happy and have friends, not worry and stress about school. 

What needs to happen at this point is that the teachers need to be more active, as well as all of the other school employees, but most importantly, the kids need to take action. If you stand by and watch someone else being bullied, you might as well be the bully yourself. If you laugh when they say horrible things about someone else, you are just as bad if not WORSE than the bully. We all need to take a stand. Also, as parents, we NEED to lead by example! If we see someone on TV and call them names, our kids will do that too. They will think it's ok to bully, and they'll take that to the school. We have to stop it NOW, before it gets any worse. We need to stop making it ok to bully, and stop showing it on TV as the norm. Some of the best programs on TV show bullying as if it's something funny. It's NOT funny, words CAN hurt when you have no one standing by to defend you from them, and they can hurt for YEARS. 

My name is Rachel. I'm 15 years old. My story began in preschool. I was generally a very happy and dramatic child. I loved playing dress-up, acting out stories, singing, and drawing. When I started preschool, I realized how mean people could be. I was bullied constantly, left out of games, had toys taken from me. I had only two friends. When I began kindergarten, my parents made the decision to homeschool me. They had no idea what I was dealing with. Things were much easier throughout elementary school, but I still experienced difficulties. I was bullied in my dance classes. One girl even bullied me physically. When I was 9, my parents thought it would be good for me to join a choir. I did, and it later turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. Upon entering middle school, things became worse. I had just started going to Youth Group, and nobody from the group talked to me. I felt alone and unwanted. People would stare at me or make comments about the fact that I was underweight. In 8th grade, I was played by a guy. On top of this, I had a horrible stammer. My sisters even picked on me about it by mimicking me. I couldn't even ask for something at McDonalds without stuttering. I was struggling with depression, and having a hard time about it. I was already experiencing suicidal thoughts. Just before I started high school, I had started developing an eating disorder, despite the fact that I was already a little underweight. I didn't know it at the time. The transition from middle school to high school terrified me. I was still being bullied, and I felt out of control. I started skipping breakfast. The following January, I started cutting. I didn't know how to handle my depression, and I took out all my confusion and frustration on my body. Thankfully, I was able to stop cutting by that April after telling my parents. I didn't mention my anorexia. That May, I received an email from my best friend in another state saying that she had attempted suicide. It was the week of prom and my choir concert. It tore me up. My anorexia got worse, and I had begun limiting my caloric intake to less than 900 a day. I was 89 pounds at age 15. That summer, I returned to a camp that I had attended the year before, and opened up to everyone there (including the same best friend) in a sharing session. I was able to connect with so many people who had gone through what I had, and I felt supported and loved for the first time in my life. I also discovered that my best friend was bulimic. When I returned home after camp, I had a minor relapse on my cutting problems, and my mom confronted me on a book I had checked out from the library about anorexia. I was forced to tell her all. I started treatment the following month. I have now been in treatment for almost five months. I am doing a lot better, thanks to my friends, family, counselor, and a special someone that entered my life a couple months ago. My self-esteem has been boosted, and I'm no longer obsessing over calories and my weight. I have stopped cutting, and I'm finally beginning to feel beautiful and special. I'm still bullied, but I'm no longer distressed by it. I've begun to stand up more for kids being bullied around me, and I'm finally finding purpose in my life. Singing has helped me tremendously, and so has art. I am living a happier, fuller life, and I am so thankful to still be alive. If you are being bullied, stand up for yourself. Hold your head high with confidence, and don't let it get you down. You are beautiful. You are loved. You are precious. You are treasured. Whether you believe it or not, someone else does. I can guarantee it. Stay strong, and never give up. ❤

I was bullied quite a bit in my life. During elementary school, I got made fun of because I have big ears, because you can hardly see my eye brows... Yeah I'm different, everyone is that is what makes us unique. I had rumors spreaded around about me and another guy during grade 9, grade 10 I got called many names. Told I should die.

i guess i learned at a very teenage age that what people do to you shows that they either care or dont. ever since elementry school ive been that chick with the brains and the only time people chose to talk to me was when they didnt do their homework. of course year later i moved down to ga and i became the new chick everyone wants to be friends with. but the only difference was i changed who i was. i had to change who i am to be someone im not. i dated a popular guy and of course became popular. then dumped him and still remained popular. but then one day i said a really smart answer in science. no one else knew the answer so i said it. everyone was shocked and they ditched me cuz apperently i was too smart. al my "friends" that i supposily had were gone in a second and i became lower class. all my grades went up and i became me again. the nerdy chick with the brains. but i made frineds a couple of months later with people who cared about me and didnt want me to change and now i guess lifes better. i still get hate but i know i have people who care about me and they protect me enough to make sure nothing happens to me