Come visit my profile for more I was in the third grade my first time in public school... I was so nervous I could barley breathe. I got to the school grounds and to my surprise I knew some people.. They were from around my neighborhood. I got to my teacher mrs.ley and met my class it was a 2/3 split so I was with younger kids, my friends name was Nina she was great she was in the second grade part of my class... But that was the only good thing about grade 3 when we walked into the class I met people who instantly disliked me I sat down on the floor and 6 kids in a group started laughing... I asked what was so funny and they replied you are... Why do you look like that and talk funny (I'm from the states and this school was in Canada) I replied I just moved here... The rest of the year I was called fat... Stupid pathetic worthless dumb crazy outcast ... By third graders... Fat was the one that stuck around... So I developed an eating disorder at the age of 7....

i had a great elementry school experiance and who i went to in the elem traveled with me to the middle school for the most part anyway. 

I knew my best friend from 1st grade okay so thats 7 years iv known her, We hung out every day at school, we did all our projects together and i basiclly lived at her house. But over the summer i was so busy i diddnt get a chance to talk to her for longer than 10 minuites and then i had to go. But when school started we hung out less and less and then not at all. And after that i noticed people started to ignore me and look down there noses at me. I diddnt know why so when i go home i check my facebook relizing i havnt been on in a week and i saw that my so called best friend was telling everyone i was a stupid hoe and that if i were to die know one would care. I cried all night, the next day i went to school and i tryed to talk to her but she treted me like i was dirt. And then she was telling everyone that I was just an out right whore and anyone that i talked to will be kiked out of there little group.Almost the whole year went by that she was doing this and i did nothing. the school year was almost over so the night after i was tierd of that girl so i decided i was gonna delete my facebook and i did and after that i tuffed out the rest of the year and i told my mom everything and she told me its not what they call you that matters its what you respond to that matters. The next year i saw that she has changed schools and everyone had forgotten i guess about what had happened but i still knew and after i figured out that know one is gonna bring up these bad things i relaxed and i diddnt really think about it after that.

When I first moved to Florida everything was fine. But soon I realized I was constantly being bullied. I was in fourth grade and I was being called gay (I'm not. They didn't know anything about me), n****r, or fat f**k (I was chubby). Then in fifth grade I moved to Tampa. I had no problems there. Then in sixth grade we moved back to the old city. Therefore, I saw all the same kids from fourth grade. My sixth grade year was fine. However, seventh was not. I was constantly being picked on. I stood up for myself but it's true what my mom said. "If they see you getting mad and retaliating they will continue." I had several threats. Which I wasn't bothered by. If someone wanted to fight, we could fight. Yet nobody carried out their actions. Eighth grade came and there was the usual. Same people. Maybe more. Who cares? I joined the AVID (Advancement Via Individual Determination) program. I made some great friends. The year went by. Now ninth grade was what worried me. And lets say it was the worst! I met my now best friend. He told me to sit with how group. As everyone would say "The Band Nerds." But it was weird they were the "popular" ones. That were just known. They weren't mean. I had a problem with no one. Until one day. A kid was talking about me. But whatever. I shrugged it off. Then everyone seemed to turn on me. Except my best friend. The group said I was starting drama, hitting a female (which in God's name I would never do!), and being rude. I can agree with being rude. Not to them. And not rude like not having manners. But judging people rude. I had enough over the years where I started doing it. Not as severe but just making fun of people. Well back to the group. They "kicked kicked me out." Yeah because that's how reality work apparently. So I haven't spoken to any of them since. I had more problems. Just high school. But that group put me through hell. I just wanted it to be over! I wanted to make everyone happy. I thought suicide would be the solution. My best friend saved me. Whether he knows it or not. I watched "Bully" tonight. It changed me. Just once? Yes, just once. I feel horrible for the things I have said. And I forgive what has happened to me. I promise to be kind (at my best), and not hurt others. For they may be going through what I went through, or worse.

I've made a video of me playing Skrillex Quest Adventure, and I decided to be silly and send it to Smosh Games Alliance. To my surprise, it got on Smosh Games Alliance Spotlight and it was because I didn't show my face and I was using my laptop camera. Everyone told me to die, that I was a shemale (because I have short hair), a faggot, a gay, a lesbian, and kept tormenting me for having old Justin Beiber posters up. I was seriously depressed because it just got worse. Luckily, I haven't cut or anything, and I've gotten support from my friends, so I'm okay at the moment. :)

In El Salvador, Central America we found the first Anti-bullying NGO. As a family and friends project we try to involve our kids in this campaign.

One day my 8 years old son, draw a picture with the logo of our association and told me: "mom, today I was a hero in the school. One schoolmate was bothering to other and I stand up and said: - Stop, don´t do that anymore! - the bully just walk away and I feel so happy in my heart".

After I listen that from my son, I realized that any child can become in a hero. Kids can make the difference. Adults just need to support them. I love you Charlie (my son) 

A few years ago, I got a message on Facebook from my sister in Vermont.  My nephew had been suspended from school for fighting.  He had come to the defense of a younger boy, who was being bullied under the assumption he was gay.  My nephew tried to calmly stop the bullying, but then the bully got physical with him, and the younger boy, my nephew defended himself and the younger boy.  Even though he only blocked punches and pushed the bully to keep him away from the younger boy, all three boys were suspended.  When he was asked by the principal why he felt he needed to step in, my nephew told him, "My uncle is gay and I love him very much.  Who cares who you love, anyway?"  He also told the principal that he will step in each and every time he sees anyone being bullied!  This kid gives me so much hope for the future generations!

Honestly my middle school years were pretty great. That is except for my sixth grade year. 

I was just starting out in middle school. I had my three best friends to rely on. The beginning of the year went somewhat smoothly. Then came the middle of the year. I was in Social Studies doing my work. We had to sit in groups seeing how that was how the room was set up. One of the girls in my group started making fun of my appearance. At first I didn't think much of it. Then she started doing it more and more until I finally broke down and started crying. She just teased me more about crying, so I told my teacher what was going on. He moved me to another group thankfully. One other person in my group tried to tel her that was enough and I owe my thanks to him, but she just didn't listen. The other girl, however just sat there. 

Seventh grade was a little better. I had finally found my footing. The girl from last year became a nicer person as far as I could tell. I am not proud to say though I think I became a bully at one point. I think it's just too easy to cross the fine line of being bullied and being a bully yourself. Sometimes people don't even realize their doing it. Other times people do it because they think it's funny and they think it makes them "cool". I now know that none of this is true and i vow to stop bullying wherever I see it.

Oi, tudo bem?

Sou Ana Beatriz, tenho 11 anos e moro no Brasil. 

Desde o 1º ano, eu nunca tive amigos, e quando tinha, eles se afastavam, simplesmente, me trocavam.  No 3º ano, entrou uma menina nova. Eu comecei a ser amiga dela, foi quando descobri que ela tava falando mal de mim pelas costas, e em pouco tempo, mentiras foram se espalhando sobre mim. As pessoas começaram a se afastar, se afastar e foi assim ate as ferias de fim de ano. No ano seguinte, quando tinha uns 8, 9 anos, eu comecei a ser amiga de mais pessoas, foram meio que meus primeiros amigos. E tinha uma menina, que fez ginástica comigo quando eu era menor. Ela fez exatamente o que a outra menina fez, só que pior. Ela conseguiu afastar todo mundo, deixando apenas 1 menina comigo, e isso durou ate o 5º ano. No final do ano, todo mundo descobriu as mentiras delas e virou meus amigos de novo.

Agora, estou no 6º ano. No inicio do ano foi tudo bem, continuei amiga da garota que entrou ano passado, entrou uma amiga dela, que é amiga dela desde os 2 anos de idade. Foi tudo bem, criei uma amizade muito forte com elas e com varias outras meninas e já tava feliz. Chegou em maio, mais ou menos, o boato verdadeiro que eu beijei minha amiga de espalhou. Nada de mais ate pouco tempo depois. Essa minha amiga desde o ano passado começou a me zoar, falando que eu era feia, me chamar de vadia, me excluia, me dar fora, mas tudo na base da brincadeira, mas me afetava de verdade. Isso foi continuando ate agora. A pouco tempo, foi piorando tudo, e quando fui ver, ela tava falando mal de mim pelas costas, então, fiz o mesmo, ate que ela soube. Ela começou a contar pra todo mundo e começou a falar pra todo mundo que eu sou falsa, que falei mal de todo mundo, e todo mundo começou a se afastar, de novo. Só 3 amigas minhas ficaram do meu lado, uma delas é a que entrou esse ano, que é amiga da outra desde os 2 anos, só que a que tava provocando tudo isso, não queria deixar ela falar comigo.

Foi então que contei pra minha mãe, ela ameaçou ir na diretora e logo a menina soube. Na mesma hora ela foi falar que isso não precisava e voltou a falar comigo. Sendo que ela continua a falar mal de mim, me chamar de problematica, por me cortar e ter sofrido bulimia e anorexia, de lesbica, por ser bi, e metade da minha escola sabe e me zoa por isso. Fiz milhares de testes de depressão e todos deram possitivos, falavam que eu to com depressão severa. Não tenho mais vontade se ir a escola, não tenho mais vontade de ver meus amigos, coisa que eu adorava. Não tenho mais vontade de fazer nada, alem de chorar. 

Eu nunca fiz nada, além de fazer o mesmo que elas faziam a mim: ser falsas. Eu to lutando pra sair da escola, mas minha mãe não tem dinheiro pra pagar outra escola, nessa, eu tenho bolsa, mas, meu pai, separado da minha mãe, não quer pagar a escola pra mim.

Só queria entender porque ninguem gosta de mim de verdade, porque sempre foi assim ;(

Hello to all,

My name is Oron. I've been bullied when I was in elementary school.

At the age of 9, after living in europe with my parents I returned to Israel, my country. School uniform has changed but some things I couldnt. like wearing socks up to the knees, and just being tidy in general. Some kids in school where not tolerant to my habits and just picked on me. It never fell good, I allways wanted revenge on them and felt like no one listned and I had to just keep it all in. I was allways scared I would hurt someone. I never did. 

Luckily, I had and still have my guardian angel. My brother, who was allways there for me to protect. And also my mom, giving a good advice and loving me unconditionaly.

I do think bullying needs a thorough reserch to fully understand it. both sides(bullys & bullied) should be reserched and understood to make things better.

Good luck to us all,

Oron.

The summer before I started high school I thought I had it all. My first boyfriend, J, my perfect group of 6 friends, football games, days at the pool, everything a 14 year old girl could ever want. 

My "boyfriend" turned out to be a scammer. I found out from his best friend, I'll call him 'L', about a week after we started dating that he was also dating a girl who was 3 years older than us. Our relationship obviously ended and I thought my heart was broken. I thought it was because she was skinnier and prettier than me. I started to feel insecure about my body. But my friends were determined to keep me happy, so I continued on with my summer.

Towards the end of the summer, I started getting closer to L. My friends immediately disapproved, saying it was slutty and whoreish to date my ex boyfriend's best friend. But there was something about L, so we kept seeing each other secretly behind our friend's backs. School started and we'd text all day but never talk to each other in person during school. He'd come over almost every night and we'd sit on my front porch and talk. 

The homecoming dance approached, and L asked me to go with him. I brought the idea up to my friends who freaked out..saying we had agreed to go with no dates and that everyone would judge me for being will L when he was my ex's best friend. I was confused, considering my ex was already dating a new girl..but I told L no and went to the dance with my friends.

L was my first kiss a few weeks later.

My older sister was sent to rehab for a drinking problem. L was there for me the entire time. 

My freshman year went by normally. L and I hung out on and off but never dated exclusively. The next summer was the same. I dated a boy named C who turned out to be another dud. After C and I broke up I immediately rushed to L for comfort, and throughout my sophomore year he did the same with me when he had problems with other girls. 

When my sophomore year started my friends started doing things as a group, without me. C and his new girlfriend also started hanging out with them a lot more. When I asked why, they would tell me that they really liked C and thought I was stupid to end it with him. Things started to get worse. They stopped talking to me completely. L and a couple other boys started to walk me to class because I was in constant fear of being slammed up against a locker or screamed terrible things at.

The last day before Christmas break, I was tripped in the main hallway and 6 pieces of chewed gum were spit into my hair. The administration did nothing. The police did nothing. My parents were enraged. They allowed me to leave school and I started attending an online high school. I pushed everyone away. I isolated myself to just my family. I changed my phone number. 

I started self harming.

But oddly I started to feel better. I started working at a restaurant out of town and hanging out with some people who didn't know anybody I used to associate with. I finished my sophomore year, got my license, and everything was going great.

But I continued to hurt myself.

My junior year I started talking to J again. I'm not sure why. I suppose because I hadn't heard from L in awhile and I was lonely. During Thanksgiving break I was house sitting and I invited J over. He tried to get in my pants and I refused. He claimed he had a curfew and left less than an hour later, and I never heard from him again.

I finished my junior year and was elected Student Council President for my online school.

The first week of July before my senior year, L and I started hanging out more seriously. I felt really close to him but he was leaving for a week long trip to Jamaica. Before he left he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said I would give him an answer when he got back.

That week I was in the shower and my mom came into the bathroom to get something and saw my legs full of long, deep, brutal cuts. She took me to the ER. I had an intervention. I was hospitalized until I was deemed to be not a hazard to myself, which was about a week. I started therapy and even though I have relapsed a few times, I have had clean wrists and thighs for a year.

I told L no when he returned from his trip because I was going through too much. Hell, how was I supposed to tell him that yes I would be his girlfriend and oh, by the way, my text messages are being monitored because I am in the hospital on psychiatric watch. 

After I went through some therapy and began to feel better L and I started to connect again. This was around the end of August. There was one problem though. He had started dating another girl. He and I hung out as friends but we continued to grow close. He and his girlfriend broke up and we continued to grow closer. We started dating officially October 6th, 2012.

He switched to online high school with me.

We both graduated in June. 

We moved in together in July.

We are going on a year together! 

I guess my moral of the story is if you are supposed to be with someone, they will stick with you through everything.

And also, don't be afraid to remove yourself from a harmful situation. If you are being bullied at school, there are so many other options!