It's all over the news today: children being bullied, not wanting to go to school because of it, ending their own lives because of the torture. There is no reason any child - or anyone in general - should be bullied. How someone could be so heartless as to continuously physically and emotionally hurt someone is beyond me. I just can't fathom it.

I finally had the chance to watch The Bullying Project documentary and it absolutely broke my heart. So many people have committed suicide because of bullying in the past years and to see these kids' stories up close and the torment they've received made me even more upset. It is absolutely awful what children go through nowadays.

I want to help make a difference to end bullying. I want my voice to be heard.

for all you people out there that have been bullied im here for u i got bullied until 7th grade now im in 8th grade it bearly stopped 2 months ago im thankful and hope all you guys do to you can count on if you just need someone to talk to love u guys and remember you all are beautiful dont ever let anyone tell u otherwise

Bullying is an issue I just can't tolerate or walk away from. I've dealt with it all my life on a personal level and then unfortunately my son also had to endure bullying since he was in kindergarten to this day. I have never been someone to sit around with my mouth shut when something unjust is happening. I remember being in 4th grade at a catholic school and witnessing this boy Larry be the butt of everyones joke and I would feel so bad for this kid and it would make me so angry and so sad but at the time I didn't want to stir the pot so to speak so I didn't speak up. Well that didn't last very long. Larry was struggling in one of our classes and I offered to help him. Not that I was the smart kid in class but it was probably my way of reaching out to him so I started hanging out with him helping him with his work. I started to also get picked on because of my new friendship with him but I didn't care. He was a nice boy who carried my books for me everyday just because and he was a little quiet. One day at school in class I felt the teacher was really calling Larry out which was embarrasing to him and of course made all the other kids laugh and giggle more and I simply didn't appreciate it. So I politely asked this teacher to go in the hall with me so I could talk to her privately. In that moment I yelled at her. I don't know what came over me but I told her exactly how I felt about the situation and pointed out to her what she was doing was wrong and hurtful and shouldn't be tolerated. Well that didn't sit to well with her and I was sent to the office to deal with the principal. When my father, the police officer came and got me I knew I was gonna be in big trouble for disrespecting a teacher and blah blah blah but when we walked outside I made sure to say my peace. I told my father that before he punishes me he better be sure that's what he thinks is the right thing to do because he taught me to stand up for myself and for others and never let anyone treat anyone unkindly or make people feel bad about themselves and I told him what the teacher was saying and about all the bullying Larry had already been dealing with and this left my father speechless which was a shock all in itself. The point is I have always tried to be a part of the solution not the problem and I am taking a stand. I'm the mom every kid comes to when they have a problem because ill find a way to try and get it fixed. It starts with one. And I am still fighting to take a stand. The town I live in like many others does nothing about the bullying and it sickens me. I live in a big high school sports town where its more important to promote the high school football team then it is to raise awareness about bullying. It sicken me and saddens me. At this point I have started a group called Stand Against Bullying, Wilmington IL. Its not much but its a start. Parents and students have already come to me with the issues they are having not only with other kids but with school officials as well. I want to take to stand and I want to fight to end this. People should not be judged by race, beliefs, sexual orientation, appearances, disability, NOTHING. And I will stop at nothing to fight for those that can't. I don't know how or what yet but I'm taking the steps. Feel free to join my facebook group. Take a stand with me. If we stand for nothing we will fall for anything and I for one am not gonna let that happen.

U guys really help me. But the problem is, I still keep getting harassed. It all started when I was in 5th grade...

I was at the school play ground and there came a girl.

She said "Excuse me, Rachelle (my name)."

"How do u know my name???" I reply.

"Because I'm in your class, dummy."

I knew right from that moment, that I was being bullied.

I tried to move on after that scene.

Summer begun and I had a blast. Celebrating me going into middle school. It was perfect. Well, as so I thought.

When I got to middle school, I went to my first class. The teacher did roll call. When the teacher got to me, she said my name wrong. I corrected he. I moved on after that. At first people said my name wrong on accident. But later on, people started saying my name wrong on purpose. All just to annoy me.

After months of this torture, the school year finally ended and I went on to 7th grade. I thought the bullying was over after that. Well, I was wrong. In gym class, some random girl pushed me against a gym locker. The following day I just put my head down at lunch thinking of pills and suicide. And I'm still thinking of that to this day no matter who is reading this on what day.

Please take a stand for bullying and tell and adult right away.

Please don't end up like me, not telling an adult and now all alone and shy. :'(  

 

I know what it is like to be bullied in school and the mob mentality. I wrote a book about it after years of research, and it is the most comprehensive plan you'll find to effectively eliminate bullying in any school. It talks about THE BIG THREE and other obstacles that can be overcome, and also the BULLY ANTIDOTE which can be applied in any setting.

Christopher MacDonald, author: HOW TO STOP BULLYING IN SCHOOLS ONCE AND FOR ALL

My 11 year old son is smart, funny, and kind. He's also depressed and suffers from anxiety. And he's a victim of bullying. Everyday now I hear about how these two boys in school have done something to harm him. They tease him, call him names. They punch, push, and kick him. he doesn't fight back. When he tries to walk away, they call him names. He's been getting bullies and teased since he was 4 years old. My son is a child of divorce, and I believe the divorce and all the things that happened because of it, has messed with him. He wants to be friends with everyone, including the bullies. I try to encourage my son to turn the other cheek, to walk away, but because of his anxiety, he can't. The principal isn't doing anything. My son comes home bruised everyday because of the abuse he's facing at school. The principal just tells us that he can't do anything. That he has to follow the discipline guidelines. He tells me that my son's behavior brings it on... causes it. How much more can my son take before he snaps? He's been going to therapy for over 2 years now. He just started seeing a psychiatrist. He starts medication in a week, just so that hopefully we can curb his depression and anxiety. I love my son so much, and every day I worry if he's going to be here in the morning... either having run away or killed himself. I understand that some kids bully because of their home life. But that doesn't excuse it. At what point do we go from shrugging it off taking a stronger stance? Our school has a program "Stamp out Bullying", but they don't do anything to ACTUALLY stamp it out. They have an assembly and then sweep it under the rug. A child at our sister elementary school killed himself last year due to bullying. Many different stories circulated about the circumstances surrounding his death. Were they just trying to cover it up? Multiple people told me he was a victim of bullying. He was 12 years old (I think). That's just a year older than my son. Is my child going to be next because our schools are afraid to act?

I want to let people know, as a father I see my son Callum getting bullied almost everyday by kids at his school, and no matter how many times we tell the principal  or teachers, it still continues... They say, well boys will be boys, that they play to rough, but when my son fights back, HE is the only one the gets in trouble or HE is the only one that gets caught fighting. I've seen too many of our children taking their own lives because NO ONE will listen to them, NO ONE will step up and protect them. Our schools are supposed to be a safe place for our children to learn. Our schools are supposed to have a 0 TOLERANCE policy for bullying, but this is not the case, because it seems they just turn away when the bullying starts. I live in Pickering Ontario Canada, and I want to STOP BULLYING, let's all stand together and make this change before 1 more child takes his or her life..

I'm 21 years old now and still suffer from some insecurities from my childhood. I lived in a really small city all through elementary school and middle school and it wasn't easy. The bullying started after September 11, kids would call me names, tell me to go back to my country (even though I was born in Canada and never lived in Morocco - where my parents are from). Even teachers were racist towards me, I was always doing projects by myself and sitting alone at lunch time. I would always come back from school crying and finding stuff to do ALONE since I didn't have friends to call to go play outside with. Imagine not being proud of where your parents are from because of ignorance and violence? Now, I have the best friends in the world, i'm doing so good for myself and the people who used to bully me are actually trying to contact me as if nothing happened. I just want to say to anyone who is going through a rough time in school that it does get better. Trust me when you get to college, whatever you were getting bullied for people will WANT to be friends with you for the same reasons. Hold your head high and always be yourself never change for anyone!

Bradley Sacks

Hi, I'm Ally Hope McNair. Right now I am 15 years old almost 16 and in grade 11. I wanna share with you my bullying story and how I got through it.

It started in grade 3, I was bullied by the people I went to day care with, they called me fat and ugly. I tried ignoring it, but come grade 5 is when all hell broke loose. They would call me fat and shove me into lockers every day, I used to stay home from school just so I wouldn't get bullied. One day, they started drawing pictures the putting them in my fat rolls. They said " Hey fat ass don't break your desk" Yes in grade 5 they swore. Tbh it never ever got better, I rode my bike to school one day, and 3 boys though it would be funny to take my entire bike a part and then put it back in place as if it was never touched but when I went a sat on it . It broke and fell all apart in front everyone, after that people told me I was to fat to ride a bike and they all laughed at me, as im sitting there on the ground the boys who did it dumped 2 buckets of ice cold water one me, i was freezing cold, wet, and embarrassed. After that night my mom and I went to the school, they did NOTHING about it nothing at all. We called the police, they still wouldn't do anything.  Things got worse when 3 years in the 9th grade came to my house to beat me up, they had there friends standing there watching them laughing at me as a beg for my life for them not to beat me up. To this day I still don't know why they wanted to beat me up. Girls were righting about me in the bathrooms called me fat, emo, ugly, faggot, slut, whore, worthless and many more. They told me to kill myself that I had no purpose to live. a month went by and girls who I thought were my best friends started writing about me on the electricity box outside my house and said that I wrote it for attention, my life was shattered, I started smoking at the age of 8/9, and drinking. I thought why not my life is messed up anyways right? Things never ever got better until grade 10, in grade 6 they would called me the same names and the teachers never did anything about it nothing ever changed. in the summer of grade 6 turning into grade 7 I moved to a town called Airdrie, I thought finally a new fresh start no one will know me, but that wasn't the case. One of my old bullies lived there, he told everyone I stalked him to Airdrie and that I am creepy, so the bullying started again, no one even knew me but him and they all judged me, all the time there was a group of boys in every class calling me stalker, fatty, whore, bitch, low life. loser. but through the year I started getting friends, but I starved myself, because I wanted to be skinny, I thought if I was skinny it would all stop skinny people don't get judged they are skinny and that means pretty, I started cutting myself and getting bad depression. The year of grade 8 came im still in the same school and I had the best teacher ever, and I was starting to look more girly, guys started to notice that. But my home life wasn't great, I would always pick fights with my mom for no reason, I was so rude to her I felt terrible after wards. But I kept cutting and drinking and smoking to get the pain away, I even brought alcohol to school and told everyone it was water as I was getting drunk in class. When people were rude to me I was so rude back because finally after 5 years I had enough and wanted it to stop so I became the bully as I was getting bullied. Boys always asked me for sex and bjs they thought I was a sex toy, but if I did anything with them it wouldn't change how they treated me in school. They would treat me like they have never ever been nice to me that I am just so random girl thats fun to pick on. At the end of grade 8 I started to like this guy named Alex, gosh was he ever perfect he made me have a reason to quit smoking and drinking, I even stopped cutting. but I was still starving myself, he made my day every day. He could just even say im bored or something stupid and my day was made, he had eyes as blue as the ocean, and a smile as bright as the sun, I still love him to this day, but I could never tell him. If he found out it woudn't make a difference anyways back on topic. There was a girl who always made fun of me in grade 7-9 because a guy liked me and not her, now in grade 9 I didn't know alex was her ex until things got worse, one day in art class, I was 2 weeks from moving again and she is called me a whore, a cunt, slut, bitch, fatass, cow, telling me to call jenni craig and much much more, the teacher watched it all she didn't do ANYTHING about it, nothing she just told me to go sit down. So I punched her in the face, best day of my life when I punched her because finally it was over. But let me tell you it was all over facebook, even people who hated me gave me props for hitting her, not saying it was right but after being bullied for that long. It was about time I got pay back, I got suspended for a week, Alex though was still there for me, when no one was. I dropped out of school after I moved, and I didn't go back to school till grade 11 which was this year, and that entire time I sat at home in my room on xbox to get away from any kind of bullying. for basically 2 years, because I didn't think I was pretty enough, when I did leave my room even to do laundry or eat something I would spend 3 hours in the mirror perfecting everything making sure it looked good just to go upstairs to see my mom or my roommates because all I could thinking about was how they looked at me, what they were thinking everything. I ended up with a bipolar disorder, depression, bad anxiety, and bulimic disorder, if I at food I would puke it up or I would starve myself, I started cutting again because I got depressed even worse, and I tried taking my own life, but obviously I didn't succeed because I am still here. I started loosing weight I felt pretty but I gained it all back and more, I lost Alex, my life shattered and i thought it was going to end, but then eventually like 4 months ago i started loving my body, and I got my confidence back, well a little of it I still think majorly on what people think about me but not nearly as bad. I model now I am currently 330 pounds but I model and people say I don't look as big as I am. But yah my goal is to change the modeling industry so no girls have to go through what I did to look like those models, to starve them selfs, and bag on themselves because they aren't a size 2 or smaller and 5'9 . I believe any body should be able to walk the run way. My goal is to help anybody who needs it. If anyone needs a friend I'm here for you. www.facebook.com/SidedCheetahh