Race, sexual orientation or preference, religion; none of that mattered. It's your character that matters. I was naive to think that everyone grew up this way, until I hit high school. Right before summer ended some of my family members came out to me that they were gay. This secret that finally surfaced didn't even phase me because I love my family for who they are and who they love shouldn't matter. Rumors started to surface at school about my family and cruel things were said about them. Some kids weren't even allowed to come to my house because they didn't want anything to "rub off" onto their children. Some of my friendships ended because they couldn't respect my family. The only way I knew how to react was to feel bad for those who can't respect others. I support my family and will always be right by their side. When people talk negatively about gays, lesbians, bisexuals, or transgendered my only reply is who are you to judge?

That when someone "Dares" to be different your hated. Im a highschooler born into a small town and schooled in a smaller school. I listen to mostly rock and music of the type and have been called "emo" more than you breathe in a year... Okay thats a liitle exaggerated but i have been called it quite a bit aswell as (excuse my language on this next bit) a bitch, a whore (and i have had 2 boyfriends. 1st one cheated and im still with the 2nd), a slut, and many other things. I wish bullying would end.

Bullying. That word, it disgust me. But when I first go bullied was back in 5th grade. This boy stole my bag of chips at lunch. Being me, I asked for them back. He didn't do as told so I told on him. When the teacher gave them back to me, he later called me fat. Till the end of that year kids would call me fat and pig. I didn't tell my mom, because I didn't feel comfortable. But once 6th grade year came I was scared. Every I go in to call the othe kids would stare and just laugh. Getting to my point. A couple days before my birthday a boy started to pick on me and call me names. Then on my birthday, he kicked me and pushed me around. Until I got fed with him and the othe bullies. I got suspend for 2 days. Hopefully they learn not to mess with people. You never know what they can do. But that's my bully story

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im finishing up my first year of year of high school and it was a pretty good year most of the time. I was bullied since i was in first grade because i what people call a cry baby, when ever some one said something mean to me or behind my back i would cry a lot and people would say suck it up or you need to grow up. those words hurt me a lot and i dont have the strength to tell them to stop. it been hard for me all these year. Today i dont have confidence in myself at all i walk into my school with saddness feeling i dont belong in here and i dont have any friends. i hope that in my 10 grade year everything that had happen in the pass can just be nothing then a memory and i can start of a new person and hope to take a stand to what every comes my way

Throughout all of middle school and the beginning of high school i was bullied. Everyday people would threaten my life and tell me how worthless i was and how nobody liked me. They called me names and damaged my personal belongings. Because i was gay, i was a target. It got so bad that i resorted to cutting. I tried to kill myself six times. I tried standing up for myself, and it made things worse. I told teachers and most of them told me it was just part of growing up, others would express sympathy but never did anything to try and help me. i was alone. Yet something in the back of my mind kept telling me, 'don't give up, everything will get better in time' and as i grew older, i began to listen to that voice, and it was right. I realized that the people who were treating me like dirt would, in the end, learn their lesson. I realized that no matter what they said or did to me, i was still me, a good person and that their words could only hurt me if i believed them. After a while i stopped believing them. In hindsight, i'm glad i didn't die. I know i have something to contribute to the world, no matter how small. I matter. To those that are being bullied, i know it's hard, and i know that sometimes you feel alone, feel like escaping. Feel worthless, feel like a waste of space, like you don't matter. But you do matter, things may be hard now, but fight through them, take solace in knowing that you are still you. Life may seem unfair now, but everything will get better i promise. Reach out to people, friends, family anybody that you can talk to because it really does help if you can communicate.

I have been bullied since I was 9. It was the first day of 4th grade and I have had short hair since I was 7. I walked in the classroom and everyone started asking if I was a guy. When I told everyone I was not a a guy is when it all started. Everyone would call me names, they wouldn't sit by me, they would ignore me and mess with me. It really sucked. In my school we would talk about being bullied and that its bad and if you are bullied you should tell a teacher or staff member. well i did and i reported it several times. But nothing was EVER done. I think it is pathetic how teachers don't care enough about our well being to do anything to stop this. Our voices need to be heard. I left the school after the first year but those memories still stick with me. It Hurts. Thanks for reading.

I've started getting bullied in 6th grade. There was this boy that I liked and I told him . He started ignoring and insulting me at every chance he got. Soon almost everyone in my class followed. They still do it. They call me ugly, fat, useless, stupid and they tell me to kill myself because that's what everybody wants. At first I didn't care because I was young but then it started getting to me. In 8th grade I started cutting myself. The first time I did it because I had a really bad day at school and we were fighting at home. I read so many things about self harm, how it helped people. I never thought I'd be someone who cuts, but there I was with a razor in my hand, gliding it over my wrist. That's also the year I started listening to bands like All Time Low, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, You Me At Six, Bring Me The Horizon, Of Mice And Men, Mayday Parade etc. My favorite band is All Time Low, because they saved my life. Their song Therapy perfectly describes what I'm going through, I love their music and I love them as people. Now I'm in 9th grade and one of my "friends" saw my cuts and she told the teacher. I was told that I had to go see the school psychologist. She asked me how I was feeling and told me that she wants to have a talk with my mum. So that day I told my mum everything. About the self harm, bullying, how I hate myself and that I have suicidal thoughts basically everyday, how I'm never happy and fake smiles just to please everyone. In about a week I had to go see a doctor who told me I had depression and anxiety, which was the reason for my panic attacks. On Tuesday, in three days I have my first therapy session in a hospital. I'm really scared but I'm hoping this will help. I really hope it does get better like everyone says, though I doubt it.

I've been bullied since I was 5. It was either m looks or the fact that my sister died. When I was in 3rd grade I was followed by three older girls. They were the school bullies. They surrounded me and pushed me down on a huge patch of ice. My arm was broken. They ran off at the sight of blood. I had to walk home alone. Then in 6th grade new school, new hopes. Every day at recess I had to hide. I was scared at what they might do. One day they did something. They grabbed my shirt and yanked me to the ground. A teacher saw. "I thought they were just messing around" he said. What a great teacher right? Well I reported them. But instead of her getting in trouble I got suspended. 7th grade jr high now. Every day I got called "fat, ugly retarded, and worthless" 8th grade my crush and his friends thought it would be fun to mess with me by, texting me, or snapchatting me calling me hot and other things. My ex boyfriend started calling me a worthless slut that should die. I started to cut and I became depressed. It took me a long time to be myself again. It took my Bestfriend Corrin to remind me that I have reasons to be here. And I thank her so much for that.

Bullied daily in my school and home, life was nightmarish for me as a child. I endured verbal and physical abuse from the other children because I was different; I was good at my classwork and loved to read but had little understanding of social nuance, so I wore odd clothing and talked about unusually grown-up subjects. The former made them want to pick on me... and the latter made it easy. A small child, it was simple for them to surround me on the playground to keep their bullying out of sight of the monitors. When we got older, the hallways were my places of torment. I was kicked, punched, hit in the face, shoved into lockers and trapped, and I endured the inevitable cruel nicknames and nasty rumors. It destroyed my confidence, made me feel worthless, caused me to believe that my existence was meaningless. I didn't begin to appreciate my life until leaving my home town to get a new start elsewhere. Once away from the bullying, I came to love myself. Now I'm comfortable with who I truly am and can finally navigate social situations with the ease and enjoyment I always envied in others. And I cannot wait to go to my high school reunion and show them all the confident woman I've become! By joining this community and finding more ways to take action, I hope that my words or deeds can some day help a child in a similar situation.