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My name is Kimberly Clay. I currently live in the city of Chillicothe Ohio. My son who is now 12 years old has been being bullied for the past 2 years. It started when we first moved here 2 years ago and my son joined the Jr Deputy program. This group of kids who lived in our neighborhood began calling names such as snitch. They kept making fun of him for being a jr pig. Soon after they began twisting his arms, punching, kicking, spitting on him and saying hateful mean words to him. He quit the Jr Deputy here thinking and hoping that it would all stop. It didn't. It got worse. He began getting choked, burned with lighters and shot with bb guns. I tried to get it to stop every way I could think of. I went to parents, who didn't seem to care because their kids would never do that. The police wouldn't help because they were minors and children will be children. I tried contacting Children Services and the juvenile courts here. No help. My son now has scars on him where he was cutting on himself trying to release the pain and hurt. He describes it as each cut has a pocket of pain underneath of it and you cut it to open it up and release that pain. I was so distraught. How could my kid be doing self harm . Soon after that the boys began coming to our yard to taught and abuse him. I was lost so I had a talk with him that night as I cuddled him and watched a movie. He then informed me that he didn't want to be here anymore. He wanted it to just all stop. I prayed and I cried and I explained to him that killing himself would only cause more pain to so many others around him who love and care very much for him..Now he has started a group here in Chillicothe ohio. He has taken a pro-active route. He is speaking out against bullying at several events and he is even meeting with the mayor and City COuncil to see about getting some serious laws put into place for children who bully. I'm proud of him for this and This horrendous part of life he went through is now turning into a happier ending than what I thought it would be. He's even gotten the media involved to support him and get his story out. http://www.facebook.com/chillicothepavers

I was bullied in elementary school. so much so that I used to have stomach pains every morning before leaving my cousin used to defend me. I was too shy to defend myself. I always just wanted to fit in. later on when I got older I was picked on because I was a bit on the heavy side. I had nicknames like the beach ball. those things have stayed with me and I am still to this day at 47 very self conscious about how I look. I will never forget how humiliated and ashamed I felt every time they called me that in front of other people. I would put a smile on my face and pretend like it didn't bother me. I have a beautiful daughter now who also struggles with her weight. I pray all the time that she will not be the victim of people judging her based on only what they see on the outside. her junior high is very proactive against bullying however I am unsure if the high school is as advanced as this one. I fear for her all the time but I wonder sometimes if her fear is still just my fear coming out.

My daughter is 13 and has been bullied at her school since January of this year. There are 5 girls that have been bullying her but 3 that really are the worst. On January 15th the 3 girls almost killed my daughter by dumping salsa on her which contains onions(my daughter is highly allergic to them). The school and police did nothing about it except to say that it was a tragic accident. My daughter almost died and the girls sat there laughing about it. The one girl who dumped the salsa on her laughed and said Oops my bad and laughed harder as my daughter sat there gasping for air. Since that day they have been calling her names, throwing things at her, threatening to beat her, posting names and mean comments about her on social media sites, they took her picture in the bathroom and posted it on Facebook, and nothing has happened to them. The school principle will not even admit that she is being bullied. She calls is drama. She even went as far as to blame it all on my daughter. I have filed reports with the school, gone to the school board, the superintendent, the media, TV stations, newspapers, the police, I've tried to get restraining orders against the girls but nobody will do anything. IN fact, the principle is trying to have me banned from school property because one of the bullies said a bunch of lies and now they are saying that my 71 year old mother and myself are a threat to the children so they don't want me on school property. Of course I am fighting that now too. My daughter is afraid to go to school but she can't even go to the bathroom while she is there because she is afraid that they will jump her while she is in there. I don't even know where to go from here. I've had to take her to the Emergency Room for an evaluation because she is suicidal from these girls constantly bullying her. She she's no end in sight and no hope. Everybody believes the bullies because their parents have money and I am a single mother. I am at a loss as to what to do or where to go for help. I keep being told that it is so hard to prove bullying now a days and that it's my daughter's word against theirs. Can somebody please help us? Does anyone have any advice on what to do? I'm afraid that I will wake up and my daughter will be dead. She has reached her breaking point. I don't think she can take any more.

well, when i first moved to the city im in now, i was happy. i was 'popular' i guess, and i had friends. but, over the years, apparently ive changed? but, not much about me has. i just changed the music i listen to. nothing wrong about that, right? wrong. people make fun of it. all the time. people make fun of me, my personality, my music taste, my form of writing, and my grammar. but, how do they make fun of MY grammar? i placed 2nd in UIL spelling. anyways, bullying has gotten too far. now, i self harm, and have an eating disorder, and i have low blood pressure. people just dont understand that their words hurt. and trust me, i have the scars to prove it.

My family first moved to where we are currently living when I was in the 8th grade and my younger brother was in the 3rd, in 2008. We live in a small county in Virginia called Lunenburg. There are 2 elementary schools, one middle school, and one high school for the entire county. We were both teased endlessly because of our accents (we just moved from northern New York) and because we were the "New Kids". After a while people got used to me and quit teasing me for a couple years but things only got worse for my brother. He quit talking to my mom and me about it, telling us things were fine but I could hear him crying himself to sleep at night. His birthday came and mom told him he could invite 10 people over for a Halloween-themed party, his birthday is at the beginning of October. Only one little girl came over. My brother and this little girl, Brice*, became best friends. Brice's older sister, who is my age, moved back in with their mom my sophomore year of high school, Nick and Brice are in 5th grade now, Brice's older sister bullied me non stop, telling me to kill myself because the world would be a better place without me, and go home and tell Brice about it. That's about the time Brice started bullying my brother. Year after year, the worse Brice's sister picked on me  the more Brice picked on my brother, and got boys to beat on him. I just graduated high school and this past spring Brice's sister shoved me in the hallways and slashed my mom's car tire. My brother finished the 7th grade and has people calling him and sending him texts, constantly calling him gay and telling him not to bother living anymore. My mom is trying to move us out of where we are living but can't quite yet. I'm very worried for my brother because if it weren't for him while I was dealing with all of this I wouldn't be typing this. I want to be there for him because I don't ever want him feeling the same way I did.

I grew up in Des Moines, IA and started getting bullied when I was in 6th grade.  I was tall, overweight and not popular at all.  My parents didn't have the money to buy me all the name brand clothing that a lot of the other kids were wearing.  I remember walking into a classroom and most of the boys and some of the girls would call me Andre' the Giant and make Boom baba sounds every time I would take a step.   It was the most humiliating experience ever. I was called pig and told that I was a pathetic piece of crap. I would come home and cry by myself, I didn't want my parents knowing what a loser I was. (Thoughts of a 13 year old)  So from then on I would make sure the teacher was in the classroom before I would go in.  I got made fun of a lot until one day I had enough and starting getting physical. I beat up the ring leader of the bully's. They did not mess with me anymore however, I was completely ignored after that.   So I don't know what is worse really.... It started all over again when I got to high school so I ended dropping out and getting my GED.  Anyways, stuff like that does not go away no matter how long its been.  It stays with you like a scar that just won't heal.  However, I am starting to heal and that's only through the power of Jesus Christ. For a very long time (24 years to be exact) I walked around full of hate, anger, bitterness, and rage.  Until I could finally let it go and lay it at the feet of Jesus Christ our Savior.  Still at age 37, I am very insecure and have terrible self esteem.

I come from Littleton, CO and from preschool to my senior year in high school I went to school with the same kids. I was first bullied when I was in first grade. I had always been active as a kid but I was a little chubby. I was constantly bullied from 1st grade to 8th grade by the same boys. They would tell me I was fat, a pig, and that no boys would want me. They always did it away from teachers so that they wouldn't get caught. I would come home and cry and not every want to dance which was my only solace. My mom would tell me that I was believed them and I did. It wasn't until 8th grade that things started to get a little better. One of my teachers heard one of the boys teasing me and told me "Jackie, he's not the most important person in the room." I finally realized that if I just ignored them that it might stop it. It did for a bit but then started up again until I had finally had enough. I told him that there were several times I could have gotten him almost kicked out of school but I didn't because I thought that he would stop. And finally he did. Regardless of the fact that I don't get bullied any more, I still have trouble with body image issues. I am now in college and I now have an amazing, supportive boyfriend that always tells me how beautiful I am. This has be detrimental to things getting better. But I still have days where I think I'm fat and that no guys like me. But I've learned to focus on what I do like about myself and accept myself for who I am. Bullying is terrible and it affects kids more then their bullies know. No one should be pushed to kill themselves. We have to stand up now so that bullying doesn't get worse. To all those that we've lost to bullying, I believe that you are in heaven with God, finally seeing how much you mean to everyone. To those who are still bullied, I know it's hard but know that there are many people out there fighting the same fight and fighting for you. We all care about you and we will do everything we can to make this problem go away. We won't stop fighting for you.

i cut my self and stuff and i have no friends plz someone be my friends

I am 33yr old Male Born and raised here in Phoenix, AZ . My Name is Curtis Snider . I had a loving Mom and Dad . Three siblings, 2 sisters, and a brother . I always felt different, but more at school . I would go to school it was about 1st grade I am also ADHD so I tend to be a lil hyperactive especially at that age .

I was 6 yrs old, and I would be in class doing my work and boys would call me Faggot, and retard . The Girls would always make gross sounds at me when the boys would call me a faggot . This was continuous til 4th Grade when it got physical . We Would be out on the field playing sports which I did like at the time til one day I was walking across torn up asphalt and a boy came running at full speed knocked me on my face into the asphalt and I skidded across it cutting up my face . He then Proceeded to Spit on Me and Say, "Fag's Deserve that and worse !" The whole time this was going on my Mom thought Me faking being sick was cause I didn't want to go to school quite the contrary . I was and still am a Straight A student I have been on the Honor roll list and Principal List a Dozen times . I even had my Poem Published in a book the school came out with being chosen out of the whole 6th grade class . Irony of that was it was about Racism .

So when I got into 6th Grade I had enough I finally had to retaliate to get it to stop, or so I thought . When I got to High School and Came out . I was actually threatened by some Gang Members that went to the school that if I didn't quit and Leave they would kill me . So I quit, my mom and Dad were so Disappointed in me, but I never told them the truth . Instead I carry that burden and hurt with me .

Today I am a Grown Man, I have a Great Husband, 5 loving dogs, a dozen Nieces and Nephews . There is my point I DO NOT want them to have to go thru what I went thru and the countless others . So I would like to Take a STAND and Help in anyway I can .

I watched the movie and I cried all the way thru, to the boys who aren't with us May God Bless them . To the others hang in there guys we can all do this .

Like Mr. Smalley said, " All we gotta do is take a Stand Right Here, Right Now !"

Thanx,

Curtis Snider