In 8th grade I got the app ask.fm. I thought I was the coolest girl in school, answering anonymous questions. But stupid questions like, "best friends? Favorite subjects?" Then I put my ask.fm website in the bio on my Instagram page. I then set myself up for anything. People could now go on my ask.fm and bully me. To the point were I couldn't do it anymore. In April of 2013 I tried out for my high school cheer team. My best friend from kindergarten was on the team and convinced me to try out. I made it. The first day of school came, and a rumor was going around about a senior on my cheer team. At practice that day, the senior came up to me and accused me of starting the rumor. From then on I was getting bullied by 3 seniors on the cheer team. I was heart broken. I thought the team was suppose to be a family? Obviously not. The drama and bullying starting calming down, until I became best friends with my close friends boyfriend. Things really took a turning point. Rumors started going around about how I was the most hated freshman in school and people would come up to me in the halls and tell my I ruined relationships and that I should kill myself. I was getting anonymous things on ask of people saying to kill myself and to just transfer to another school because no one liked me. I couldn't handle it. I would sometimes take 3 showers a day so I could just cry and no one would know. My parents had no clue what was going on. I was getting bullied by my best friend since kindergarten on the cheer team because I ruined her relationship as well. The whole cheer team hated me by then. I couldn't take it anymore and I quit. I was done with people telling me all these mean and hurtful things on ask, by text message and in person. It broke me down. Sometimes I would lie to my parents and say I threw up so I was aloud to stay home from school. I wouldn't eat and I had lost all of my friends. Then another rumor starting going around that I was transferring. People were on my ask saying they were hoping I wasn't going to their school because I would create to much drama. They were hoping I would be home schooled. Some even said they didn't know how my parents even loved me. It hurt me, peoples words hurt. That next day I broke down telling my parents everything that was going on. They made the switch right away. I have found friends that actually like me for me and friends that don't want to get in drama. I know they have my back always and I'm glad. I have deleted my ask.fm I learned that I need to stand up for myself and stay strong. I have not forgiven any of my friends during that period of time and I only have contact with 3 of the people from my old school. I'm happy with my decision and I know I made the right choice.

In 8th grade, me and my best friend were outside tanning on her deck. We we tanning in our bikinis drinking lemonade. We took a picture an posted it on Instagram. Five minutes later, a girl from our school commented saying "you whores put a shirt on." There were more comments from people sticking up for us and her saying stuff about us. The next day at school, she went around telling lies about me and turned all of my friends against me. I was pushed into lockers by boys and I was called a slut and a whore every single day. Eventually the situation died down but I went into deep depression after that. I tired to commit suicide four times but each time I force myself to stop. Now these girls go to different schools and I don't talk to them anymore. I've come to realize that I'm a stronger person and I have found a group of friends that I love.

I am orginally from England. I moved to the U.S about 2 months ago and recently heard about bullying that went on at a school nearby. I thought bullying in England was worse than it is in America, but I guess it can be just as bad bad, everywhere. My personal experience started in upper school (high school) when my personal problems at home and with myself started to show at school. I was already known as the 'weird kid' in middle school due to my shyness and insecurities. I was molested when I was 8 years old, it happened once, but that one time was enough to mess me up for the rest of my life. I had insomnia since the age of about 10, would have panic attacks at night and would get about 2/3 hours of sleep every night, if I was lucky. All of that started to show at school. Upper school is really when people become obsessed with their looks and popularity. I was the weird 'emo' girl, although there were many other girls and boys like me who dressed in dark clothes and listened to rock music, I was the one who got bullied. The others were just left to be themselves. I went up to upper school with my best friend Lucy who I'd known for a long time. We were in the same classes and loved it! We naturally made friends as everyone got to know eachother (you know those friendship exercises teachers make you do at the beginning of a new year?) so we formed a friendship group, as you do. It was great for a few months, until one day when a girl who I didn't even know, walked past me whilst switching classes... She spat in my face and called me a faggot. In England, the word 'faggot' isn't used how it is used in America. It's just used as a general insult to anyone. I was embarrassed and confused. As the year went on, the girl and her friends would call me ugly as they walked past me in the corridors. They'd laugh at my skin (I had acne problems) and point it out in front of everyone. Soon, the whole year and some people from the year below, we're teasing me too. Every day I had to get on a bus, with a few friends, and walk into school knowing I'd have to face some sort of bullying. It got physical when I started falling asleep in classes, due to my lack of sleep at night. People would throw books at me, very heavy books, and they would pull my chair out from underneath me to wake me up. Once I woke up crying and they found it hilarious. The teachers knew it was happening, of course! It happened right infront of them. But did they pull me aside after class and tell me I had their support and I could talk to them? No. Did they ever have a word with the bullies? No. Although it was clear that everyday I was getting weaker. I stopped eating just wanted to sit in the classroom at lunchtimes. I didn't want to be around anyone but my friends... Mainly Lucy. She always made me laugh although she never knew how much I was hurting. I went home every day wanting to die, disappear or something. I just didn't want to exist anymore, but the thought of suicide scared me so much... I couldn't do it. I felt disgusted when I looked in the mirror. I started to cut because I blamed myself for being so ugly. I wanted to punish myself. Why was I so ugly and useless? The cutting felt good some days, and didn't help at all other days. People noticed my arms no matter what I did to cover them up during P.E. Obviously then people thought I was even more of a freak than before. I couldn't tell my mum the worst of things because I didn't want to put her through anymore stress. She already felt like a failure as a mother due to my sexual assault as a child. I just couldn't tell her. I held it all inside. Suddenly one day, my friends, including Lucy, decided they didn't want to be my friends anymore. They literally stopped talking to me. I came into school that day, scared to death, but walking in... They ignored my greeting and I kind of took the hint there and then. Two boys used to call me 'death' and pull my arm when I was trying to write in lessons. Another two would do the physical bullying and put glue in my hair, or steal my blazer and hide it somewhere so I'd be late for my next lesson. They'd trip me up in the halls and the girls would push me into the boys toilets and call me every name under the sun if I ever started crying. All of this, with no sleep and no friends and no support... I wanted to die more than ever. I would sit in my room and think of different options for suicide. But you know what stopped me? I thought about my parents, my siblings, my cousins, everyone who DID care about me. I thought to myself... "Why take your life for people who don't care? Why not live for those who do?" Because once upper school/high school ends, those people won't matter at all. Think of your future. Think of all the amazing things you'll achieve. That's what ran through my mind when suicide crept through and took over. Of course when school finished, my problems weren't over. I still had to watch out for those bullies whilst being out. I had all these mental problems inside and I was ready to explode. I'm 20 years old now... And I've come a hell of a long way. If I had taken my life, I wouldn't of been able to come any distance. I deal with problems still... And I'm working on them. My family knows everything and are supporting me. At school, I went through more, but I don't want to go into detail. I wanted someone to read this story and kind of be inspired. It doesn't matter what you're going through, there's always a way out. I know giving up may seem like the only option out of the torture you're going through, but TRUST ME, it's not. You're so much stronger than you think. You can prove so many people wrong by carrying on, no matter how tough it is at the time. I've seen the people who bullied me years after school and they are working dead end jobs and are shocked at the transition I've made into a young woman, when they'd see me. Some didn't even recognize me. You can do the same. When you leave school or wherever you're being bullied, come back in a few years and show 'em how amazing you are. Their childish ways and words didn't destroy you. Show them you're okay and happy. It's the best damn feeling in the world! That's my story. I hope it helped someone. Just one person is enough. Stay strong and remember how many people love you. I'm one of them :)

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I know this probably isn't a normal story on this website. This is not a story about me being bullied. Yes I was before. But I bullied, verbally. Twice physically. But mostly verbally. I am going to start from when it started...In second grade I was picked on by a a girl a grade higher than me. I didn't faze me because I didn't really care. Sometimes she was nice and other times she was just pure mean. In third grade she jumped on me in the hallway of the private school I went to. I told the teacher of course. I was brought up like that. I was brought up through Christ and to do what's right. The girl was suspended for three days and we became close friends. Like literally she spent the night at my house and we were the two basketball stars growing up. Now I'm getting off track by a few years. Now after the whole commotion with her a new kid came in. He was a boy. And for some reason I started to pick on him. He was nice and competitive like me, but I was mean to him all the time. Since I started to verbally pick on him, I started to do that to other kids. Especially this one boy who was the same height as me. I was always tall and I still am very tall for my age. But we would always fight over who was taller but I was always a little taller than him. So really we never got along. I pushed him one day and he fell against the wall. A teacher saw and reported me and I got in trouble there and at home. My home life wasn't messed up. It was perfectly fine and it still is. The only little twist was that I was a teen baby. So my dad was around but my mom had married another man. I always loved that I had two dads that were wonderful to me. But then life says, oh everything's going good - let me just mess with this a little bit. My great grandma died. My biological dads grandma. He was so close to her, I can't even explain. She was like his mother. So when she left this world, I noticed a change in him. He drifted away and barely came around. I noticed he would never come when he promised. Then a letter came in the mail a year after I had last saw him. It said he gave up all parental rights to me and that basically I was my moms and my stepdads kid now. He wanted no part. That messed me up, in ways no one ever understood. It didn't come through my actions. But through my mind. Bullying became a habit of mine after the situation with my biological dad. It was the snarky comments that came out of my mouth in sixth grade. There was an awkward kid in my class. He always tried to fit in. Now I go to a private school. Not some snippy high class private school, but a building of God where the staff and teachers treat you like their own kids. So bullying was rare and was looked down upon. Kids got put out for saying things to other kids like starting drama. So every time this kid talked to me or my friends I would yell at him and tell him to shut up. Also I would say no one cared and that I wasn't talking to you. This went on with more evil comments. And went on with other people. In seventh grade came out my more evil side. It wasn't just evil comments, but it was breaking people down piece by piece. Verbally. A new girl in our class came and I was evil to her. I would give her a light elbow while walking in the halls and laugh at her with my friends. It kept going for a while. But then I realized this is stupid. So I came up to her a apologized. We became best friends. Tight nit, like the ones in the books. I also got my first boyfriend in seventh grade. (If he counts, I wasn't even allowed to date.) we really only texted him. By I got bored. So I started to mess with him. He had said he loved me but I never said it back. It was overrated. I didn't want a boyfriend. So I broke up with him. Then I wanted something to take up my time. So I asked him out again and he said yes. And I kept playing with his feelings. Everything I said to him I never meant at all. In anyway... So we broke up and I began to bully him. I would call him nerdy and mess with him about being to uptight. I would make fun of him when he was stressed and mess with him while he upset or mad. It was just fun and also I knew that God didn't want that but I wasn't worried about that then. My best friend dated him for 5 months, a day after we broke up. She never told me until I found out by her other friend. So I took this to my advantage. I made a scene. I ruined our friendship with a situation of a boy I didn't even like. I wanted attention. I wanted people to give me sympathy. I made a scene and ruined her. She was so upset and so was I. But I wasn't going to let her win. Then my game kept going. I asked her to forgive me. I wanted to be close enough to hurt her emotionally. But I didn't realize what I was doing until now. We became friends again but I ruined it again by making fun of her with my friends. I kept going at it until it didn't faze her or anyone anymore. I became lonely. It didn't help me or anyone with my little games. I had to work real hard to build those relationships with my classmates. Now I'm in eighth grade and I'm still working on my mess I made. I completely realized I turned against my belief and asked for forgiveness. I'm more nicer than I was any other year. My class sees it too. My parents also notice. I feel...refreshed almost. Like I took a deep breathe and after 5 years I let go and kept breathing in the fresh air given to me. My point is...that anyone can be bullies. Even those who were bullied. Every bully has a reason even if it's really small like mine, bit that still doesn't make it right. It doesn't make it right the hurt that I made them feel. I want people to know, coming from a ex-bully (I'm beaming at that word), it's hard for anyone. It's not easy, but I got through it. It might be harder for those who are bullied. But speak up and pray for those who bully you. You can't hold grudges towards them, it won't help your case. Hold your head up and don't come to their level. It helps mostly. They just want to make a rise out of you. Trust me I know. Speaking up not only to others but to them gets their attention. But appropriate speaking up lol. All in all, kept your head up all the time that one day your neck will start to ache. And you will laugh and realize you got through it.

After my last post, thins have gotten worse, i have no friends at all now, some times i even sit by my self, i dont know who to talk to. the other day a girl came up to me and say:
"why did you tell ryan to do that you little slut"
me: "what are you talking about"
her: *throughs milk all over me*
i guess what im trying to say above is basically what people tell me and do to me at school, i never told anyone to do anything, she just comes over and poors milk all over me. for the past few weeks she has been giving me these looks in classes and when i look at her for a second she yells across the room "stop looking at me you fu****g little slut". im so close to moving schools, i was so tempted to commit suicide a few nights ago, but i didnt cause i didnt want to hurt my family, i havent cut in a few months cause the last time i did my mum kicked me out and sent me to doctor to help me cause my mum didnt know what to do with me, my mum kknows whats happening at school but she wont let me talk to her and tell her whats really going on, she still wont let me leave schools because apparently doing senior at a new school will be hard. the only reason why i wanna leave is because im not passing anyclasses at this school because of the people at that school and i just wanna make a hole new life at a new school with new friends and focusing more on school. im just so over everything !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I've been bullied ever since I can REMEBER. By my own family , and classmates. It all started when my hair grew long. In Elemantry , I grew my hair long, my parents didn't take me to cut. So as time went by I always let my hair down. One time my father started calling me "Witch" because of my hair. He later made more jokes. Whenever we were going to go out , he would be say I didn't need to go in the car....that I could have just taken my broomstick. Late on my mother started calling me "Witch" too. And making jokes. Later on my siblings started it too. I asked my mother if she can cut it and she did. Then took me to the hair salon to layer it out. Years later.. I started to eat alot.. I obviously got Fat. my parents called me "Fat , Ugly" the told me no one ever want to be with me because I was fat. At school people called me Fat,too. They would look at me in disgust. Soon my cousin passed away. One of my cousins that actually talked to me, didn't judge people by how they looked, he was really nice to me. When I found out he died I was heartbroken. I cried once at school in the playground because of his death. Some people asked what was wring with me. Other were taking it as a joke and laughing at me for crying for someone that was dead. That day I cut myself with scissors on my wrist. and I regreted it. Middle school came and I was still fat. People made jokes about me being fat. And my family made jokes about it too. My sister even once started pushing me and calling me names. At school even my teacher didn't liel me. One day in her class I cutted myself with my lead pencil ... No one noticed... I couldn't take it. All the name calling, pushing around, looks of disgust made me want to end my life. But I didn't. High school came I made new friends and people stared talking about me. Saying how ugly I was and how fake I was. In second semester I started listening to rock. Bands like Black Veil Brides , Pierce The Veil, Falling In Reverse, Sleeping With Sirens, Asking Alexandria , etc. Those bands saved my life. They made me see that everything is okay, that it will all end, and to keep my head up high. Thanks to them i have 2 years without cutting and being bullied. I stood up to my bullies and I saw Self Harm was not the way out of my problems. My family makes jokes to time to time. And people at school call me "Emo" and "Scene" but I could careless. I just put my bands on and listen to the MUSIC THAT SAVED ME.

High school, whew what can a girl say about that. I started as a freshman 2002-2003 and from the start It was known I had enemies. I cant really remember why I remember being picked on by upperclassmen. As the years went on things seemed to settle down. That's when everyone really gets to know one another and new people come in and out of your lives. Friendships are made and lost, relationships start to immerse. I can remember my first boyfriend the "One" who I lived for. He was older and wise I guess you would say and pretty much used me to get what he wanted. I had trouble with another girl over him, like every story things got pretty crazy at school. At times I didn't want to go. I tried hard to get something done about the bullying all over a stupid guy. Everyday was hell for me. Finding writings in the bathroom to having people urinate on my porch. On top of an already crappy life I had lived this situation didn't help me. Killed my self worth, my confidence. I started cutting to release my pain, all over my body were cuts and scabs. It felt good to me to be able to do that and feel everything i was feeling gone for that second. Then that wasn't enough and I was left with nasty scars that remind me of that time in my life. Eventually push came to shove and we got into a fight at school which lets be honest could of been prevented if someone had listened to me/believed me. Nothing came of that just more drama. I just kept thinking only one more year, and im out of here! I would avoid classes, avoid situations. One night I had enough. Lets be honest here, in high school you drink, you do things to "numb" the pain of being you One night that was it, I came home and decided to end my life. I had an old rope on the wall actually from a wedding I went to that was country themed and they lassoed their men. I threw it over my bedroom door and closed it, put a bench against the door and climbed up. I put the noose around my neck. I remember thinking what am I doing? I must of lost my balance and there I hung. The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor in a daze, my poor mother had heard all the commotion in my room and forced her way in which released me off the door. It haunts me everyday. If I can share my story and help another I hope this gets to someone in time. Its not worth it! You move on with your life, you make your own. Nothing stands in my way, stands in front of my dreams. If you can just make it through the bullying you will come out stronger. They have obviously nothing better to do, than to pick on you when its them who need the help. I could go on and on about what I went through but you get the picture. Don't get me wrong I did fight back and did stand up for myself but eventually that was not enough. Please talk to someone and don't let it build inside so deep it brings you to that point. I made it through all that and im a better person for it. I live my life the way I want to and cant stand to see the effects that bullying has on people. Please stop this madness and stick up for others!!

Ten years ago in seventh grade, I was BULLIED. Every. single. day. I was the official 'outcast' of my grade, and was verbally, physically, and socially abused by almost(97%) every person in my grade; including some students in the grades above and below me. Classrooms and lunch and recess and sports teams and before/after school were all fair game to humiliate and/or alienate me. I got "prank" phone calls at home-nowhere was safe.  I internalized their hatred, was diagnosed with depression, and planned every detail of how and when I would end my own life. 
MUSIC saved me. Band was the one class I had friends in. It was the class I asked for help in. And someone in that ensemble reported concern about me-or else I wouldn't be here today. Music education saved my life. Band provided the one safe space, and a major source of coping, that got me through that year.
I was bullied. I was lied about. I was suicidal. IT GETS BETTER #stompoutbullying

My 14 year old Autistic son has just started high school in a new town since his first week in this school he has been getting bullied by kids in class and on the bus as a mother this has really taken a huge tole on me I feel I should be able to protect my kids at all cost I also believe when I send my child to school I should not half to worry if some other persons child will be making my sons life hell they bully him call him names that he don't even know the meaning of push him around he has been very depressed about it dose not want to ride the bus hates this school and town has also not cared to join any sports or do activities in the community witch is not him at all he started off wanting to join 4-H do lifting and bull riding now he talks to me about how he just wants to stay home and move away from this town :(