Hey guys, to everyone who is out there and cant seem to find an end. I want to write this story in hopes in inspire people and make it seem so much less dark out there in the world. I was bullied starting in Grade 7, this continued into high school onwards to grade 12. I left one group of friends in hopes that this would be the solution only to find that it was not. One group after another, the same cycle repeated. It has always been a point of my being to understand why things happen the way they do. There were many times where I thought I would be unable to continue with the way things were going. It took an immense amount of strength and support from people who mattered to make it through. Unfortunately, not everyone has that support base and that is what we are, all of us, on this site and world wide are here for. I want to tell you first hand that the situation does get better. People are all equal, and there are those who are willing to stand up for you, meet you and do our all to make sure you make it through these tough times. Support is essential, i am now 25 and applying to law school, and have loved my life since Ive grown older. I really want to strive to make a difference in those lives that cant seem to get any better. Please if you need to talk, email me and I am glad to offer advise and whatever else you need. I live in Ontario Canada, and am planning to run a campaign here against the same issues you guys are experiencing where you live. I would also love nothing more then to come down and take part in whatever campaigns and meetings you have going on, just need the time and place. I hope that with all of us coming together, we can help those who so need it so they to can become the future doctors, lawyers or whatever else they were meant to be. No one should ever rob you of that. Say no to bullying, stand up for those who cant find way out. Remember, the power of one is nothing against the power of many. 

My name is Ashley and I'm still in high school. To this day I am still being bullied for being handicap and for being an outcast. I'm always being told I'm not good enough, I'm a freak, dumbass, loser, and all I feel like I can do is sit back and listen to what they have to tell me. my parents and family don't believe I'm being bullied and I have no friends to talk to. I always think if weren't born sick and handicap I would have friends that cared. ever since I walked into my first day of pre-k is when the hurtful words started. I was one in a wheel chair and was always on a machine called a vent to help me breath because I could not breath in my own. I am still on the vent but only when I sleep, the vent goes on a breathing tube that will always and forever be around my neck sticking out like a sour thumd. I walk around school with a nurse to watch me to make sure I don't hurt myself. But that don't stop the bullying, it only made it worse. To this day I'm the weird goth girl that people just push around. I don't know what do to anymore. the bullying is keeping me from my study's, it's keeping me from being hapkeep all it's doing is makeing me depressed and putting me in a dark place. They make fun of me for something that is not my fault. But I wonder who's fault was? Why did it have to be me that go through this? Who do I blame? And who can I talk to? it's not just the people in school that bully me. It's also the dark "wondering why" thoughts that bully me, constantly running in my mind, having to wake up every morning to four walls and a machine I call my chain. Wondering why is all I ever do now. But for my family that loves me I keep a smile my face.

My high school experience was a roller coaster ride. It started off as a terrible experience for me. I tried so hard to fit in with so many different groups but no one accepted me and always judged me on the way I acted and did things. took wasn't until my freshman year that I actually started to feel like I was wanted in a group. The chorus at my school is beyond accepting and doesn't make anyone feel unwanted. I felt as if I had a second family there.

I was bullied before, and I'm still getting bullied. I used to get bullied because of the way I act toward people. Now I'm getting bullied because of my race. People will call me a "Nigger" or a "Chink", they make stupid comments about my hair like "It's a bush", "Birds nest", "Rain forest", "The Amazon", "Spider Nest", etc. My school librarian called me a "nigger" while she was giving me a lecture. That lady is stereotyping now. Not all BLACK people are loud! A friend of mine told me that same lady called him a "wetback". So it's not just students who are bullies, teachers will blow up and spill out their hatred of other race. People ask me to do weed and they say "If you do it, you will be the most coolest person at school." Hell no! If I do, I will get addicted QUICK!! So I'm not about that drug life. My school has lots of bad kids, and they love to start drama & fights & crying & death sometimes. None of the teachers would help us, but the counselor. I'm taking a stand. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!!

I was bullied before, and I'm still getting bullied. I used to get bullied because of the way I act toward people. Now I'm getting bullied because of my race. People will call me a "Nigger" or a "Chink", they make stupid comments about my hair like "It's a bush", "Birds nest", "Rain forest", "The Amazon", "Spider Nest", etc. My school librarian called me a "nigger" while she was giving me a lecture. That lady is stereotyping now. Not all BLACK people are loud! A friend of mine told me that same lady called him a "wetback". So it's not just students who are bullies, teachers will blow up and spill out their hatred of other race. People ask me to do weed and they say "If you do it, you will be the most coolest person at school." Hell no! If I do, I will get addicted QUICK!! So I'm not about that drug life. My school has lots of bad kids, and they love to start drama & fights & crying & death sometimes. None of the teachers would help us, but the counselor. I'm taking a stand. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!!

I was bullied immediately as I entered kindergarden. People do not believe my memory goes back that far but it does. Especially since I felt fear all the time. My mom had to fight me to go to school every morning. She did not know I threaded it from that day on. Elementary school was bad because I was small, defenseless and scared. All the other kids had confidence enough to make fun of my crooked-bucked teeth. My name at home was Vincent, but in school I was "the beaver" or buck-tooth, or stupid. My parents didn't have a lot of money so there was times when my dad couldnt pay the school so I could eat lunch, so I was lucky to have my mom bring me McDonalds one day, which in those days, was a treat. Let me tell you, I remember like yesterday, that when my mom dropped of the food to me, James, a bigger kid took my lunch and threw it on the floor. My mom didnt know because she had left. I didn't eat that day. Other times I would be slapped across my neck or pushed, called names because I didn't have the best sneakers or whatever. Maybe I would get relief at home on the weekend. Wrong !! There was a kid a few years older than me who lived next door. My dad had multiple talks with his parents who were immigrants and did not care that their son pushed me on the floor giving me a bloody nose. They did nothing after the kid pushed me, tripped me, threw my bike on the floor, chased me and then harassed me at school as well. Eventually we moved. Actually I cross paths with the same kid once a year maybe now that we are in our 30s. Who knows if he remembers me.I was about 7 yrs old then. The worst bullying happened in middle school because I was Italian and most of the other students were Hispanic. So they all had clicks and were popular. I was one of the victims. Fighting every other day. Got my schoolbag stomped on, punched in the nose, slapped, pushed, spit on. I remember clearly that this one Puerto Rican kid who always punched me in the face, told the students in other classes that I called their mothers a " whore" in spanish. So after the class I was jumped by all these kids. I did not know how to fight then. I would run to the bathroom. Sometimes I would leave school sneak out. But a lot of times in the bathroom, the same kid who slapped me urinated on my shoes and then chased me out of the bathroom. My father was up at school all the time. However, the teachers, administratin whoever they were did NOTHING.....Slaps on the wrists...and then after slaps on me....again...No consequences. Most of all No Protection on the way home from school where I had to fight on the bus. I was kicked out of the back door and spit on trying to get off. Sometimes I had to get off the (city bus) a few stops later because the bullies wouldnt let me off...they would hold me....It only stopped after I graduated. Do you think I got good grades? Of course not. I had to go to summer school. Then I was able to go to high school. High school wasnt that bad as Middle School but there were a few incidents where I was bullied there.. After high school I went into the Army. In bootcamp I had to fight, but I wouldnt call that bullying. it was just 60 boys/ ,men living in the same barracks...fights were bound to happen..... I was bullied a bit after that too, but it all stopped when a few things changed in my life. A)I gained confidence in myself B) I knew how to defuse certain bad situations C) I became an adult and most adults dont get bullied, they do, but not as much as teens and children D) I studied Mixed Martial Arts and became trained in Boxing, which gave me a lot of confidence and the idea that I am not a doormat or a punching bag.  In time  I educated myself in "Anti bullying" theory and am taking steps to help others with it. I have zero tolerance for bullying. If I see it, smell it, experience it, I will assess it with any necessary means set it place by experts.

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I was called terrible things; slut, whore, boy crazy, ugly, fat. I had rumors spread about me through out the whole school. I had gym equipment whipped at me as well, such as tennis balls, and skipping ropes. Everyone watched, and laughed; nobody stopped them... Not even my friends. Because of this, I had such low self esteem.

When I tried telling someone how I felt, they would tell me to suck it up, and they would tell me that I"m just doing it for attention. 

I remember I would cry myself to sleep every night. I developed an eating disorder after a while, and started to self harm. Things got worse, and I had attempted suicide by trying to overdose on pills this year. My depression got worse, and I continued to self harm. I had to stop though because my mom found out.

Recently, a guy had found a picture of me on the internet, and blackmailed me. I guess like Amanda Todd.. But I didn't flash or anything. I asked for help from my boyfriend, and he ended up just saying that I deserved it because I did it to myself. After that, I've never thought about suicide more than ever. 

I'm the type of person who tells everyone to stay strong, and gives everyone great advice, but when it comes down to me, I have no one.. I can't trust anyone, and I certainly cannot open up to people. I have my boyfriend, but he just gets mad sometimes, so I don't say much. 

I put on a fake smile everyday, and everyone believes it. I'm just tired of life. Honestly. 

I was bullied from the 2-8 grade. I'm not the guy that plays football, soccer, basketball, or any type of sport, So in the second grade rumors where spread that I was gay. No one wanted to be around me, no one. I was intimidated by everyone. Teachers, adults, teenagers, children, parents, everyone, I thought they were gonna judge me on how I walked, talked, and socialized. Those rumors followed me till the 7th grade. Every time I walked to school and saw someone I didn't like I could hear them say, "gay", as if I could not hear them. In the beginning of the 8th grade I had to change, I was not going to take it anymore! My attitude changed, I was quieter, less social, I tried my best to avoid everyone I thought was mean or going to say something about me even if it were good. By the 9th grade everyone went to a different high school and ever since I got to my new school I'm the smart kid, not the gay kid, I'm the friendly kid, I'm the kid that a lot of people know, I'm the kid that people talk to. I'm not the gay kid. NO. Even if I were I wouldn't tell anyone about my sexual preferences. It's no one business but mine. Not everything went away, I still get anonymous questions asking about my sexuality and I simply say "no" "why do you care" "is it important" and people just stop because I learned how to speak out for myself and sometimes for others. I sometimes here my friends say things so mean about others and I have to say something back because although the person isn't my friend, it's not right to intimidate others and make them feel less of a person they are. STAY STRONG GUYS.