Real bullies are evil people who have a problem in their mind  that they think they have to harm others and keep them down if the bully is to survive, real evil bullies are psychotic or crazy but most of them hide it real good so that it is hard to see them for who they really are, evil people. The thing to do is expose the evil bully any way you can and report their crimes and harm they cause others.  There are only 2 or 3 evil bullies in a group of 100 people but these bullies have "friends" who help them carry out the evil and harmful things they do. About as many as 30 people out of 100 people will help or go along with an evil bully person. If we were to remove these 2 or 3 evil bullies from the group of 100 people the 30 or so people who helped or went along with the bully would no longer act like a bully too. I am sure you all know that a bully has his "friends" who are around him or her who go along with the evil and harm the bully seeks to cause his or her victim. I know because I have been bullied. Remember to point out the evil bully and do something to bring justice to the real bully who is using other people to do his or her evil works of harming others. We will all get better if we all work together to stop these evil bullies and make the world a better place. I am here to work for a bully free world. By doing things together to expose and bring justice to these evil bullies we will all live better lives, gay and straight.

i have an eating disorder,.......

not very pleasant in public schools,' years of pain and agony...... and my parents had guts to say to get over it.......still crying........trying to "GET OVER IT" until it got worse and i had thoughts of suicide.....still alive now .............just because of this movie........love u 

I was always bullied I want an end to this.

My son was bullied for most of his school years past the 3rd grade, in Pennsylvania. Initially it was because I was a "Single Mother" the kids called him a Bastard all the time. None of them knew that his father lived in England and that it is expensive to get the permissions for my future husband to come to the states for us to get married, nor did they care.

Then came the bullying when we moved to California, he was an outsider ... not a "Native Californian". News Flash, neither were any of the children who were bullying him. This went from kids bullying him on the playground to one of the teachers assaulting him in the play area while dragging him to the main school, most of the older or kids that needed help were in Pods outside the school building. Our son was/is Dyslexic, hence a class in a Pod and the reason he was bullied by the children.

However, when an adult comes into a classroom/Pod, drags your child out by his arm with no explanation (our son had been taught what to do if he felt he was in danger), he kicked bit and called out for help, however his pleas fell on deaf ears. He was plunked down in the principals office and we were called. When we saw the state our son was in, clothes all torn up, face and legs bloodied we asked "who did this to our son?" we were told that our son did not cooperate with a teacher trying to bring him to the office due to a fight in the playground earlier in the day. YAY! Our son finally defended himself, well the school didn't see it that way.

I called the police from the principals office phone and told them that my son had just been abused by one of the teachers, we were never given a name. However, when the police showed up and they asked the principal for the name of the teacher (threatening to hold him responsible) I had my pen and paper in hand to write down the name he quickly blurted out.

His claim was that our son did not respond to a direct order from said teacher. We countered with, our son is a pacifist and will only fight back after he asks someone to leave him alone 3 times. We felt this was a fair way to raise him. Mr. Jones, for the sake of my sanity I am using a false name for the teacher, used unnecessary force to get our son from a Pod to the Principals office. Where he was just warned about fighting on the playground.

Now, our son was afraid to go to school. So, I requested an audience with the whole school (teachers included, this was in 1999) where we discussed bullying and that it should not be tolerated in school or anywhere.

We had a ballot box and asked everyone in the room  "Have you ever been bullied at this school?" No names, just a head count and either yes or no on some paper we handed out. The paper was scored in the middle making 2 business card size pieces.

We had another box where we asked everyone another question, "have you ever bullied someone at this school?" Everyone had to participate and the results were shocking. There were adults in the school who admitted to bullying. Children as well.

What was very frightening is that 89% of those asked had been bullied at that school. A further 25% stated that they were bullies at that school, again there was adult handwriting in there.

I took our son out of the School and home-schooled him until my husband & I were married in 2001.

Once we were married we moved to England to live. We enrolled our son in the same school that my husband had gone to as a child (my hubby is 6'7" has been since he was 14 and was bullied at this school and had major anxiety problems over sending our son there). We thought it was rather convenient as we lived 2 houses from the front gates of the school.

However, then it started in England. He was bullied by one boy because his accent was different. This bullying, even though we had been to the school & police about it, continued until one day our son came home with a boot print on his forehead. We took him directly by bus, while his bullier stood across the road calling my husband the C  word. We went on to the hospital and we asked them to call the police for us as we knew the name of the child that did this to our son. In England you are responsible for your actions once you turn 10. Our son was 11 and his abuser was 15.

The police told us that once we were done at the hospital we would need to come to the police station so that they could take pictures of the new and old bruises on our son from this other child. My son was a very shy person, the mere thought of having to take anything off in front of a stranger gave him an anxiety attack. The doctors gave him an injection to get him through the photos and a prescription for pain meds due to all of the bruising and the broken ribs.

We took our son to the Police Station, they were set up and waiting for us. Our son asked if his dad could go with him to have the photos taken and thank the Good Lord, they allowed it. I sat patiently (okay, not so patiently) waiting for the two of them to return. The police informed us that the child that was bullying our son has a long history of abuse not just of other children, but the elderly as well as theft, throwing Molotov's under buses or into Bus stops.

It wasn't until we left England after about 18mths there, we left to remove our son form a hostile environment. We received a parcel from my hubbies Mum with a newspaper article, Front Page, this kids name with his picture. He was there because he was the second child to be placed on an ASBO (Anti-Social Behavior Order), since it's inception by Tony Blair in 1998. You can read about the ASBO here: https://www.gov.uk/asbo, His fathers response was "Boys will be boys."

Once we were back in the States, our son being bullied was one of the reasons, the other was I (as a severely disabled person with Cancer) could not get the kind of medical care I needed, due to the National Health policies, We enrolled him in school and it was a vicious cycle, he was picked on because he had an English accent now, so did I and well, his dad is a given. We got that taken care of first go with the school.

I am happy to say that even with all the things my son went through, as it was like walking through a fire, he is a caring and responsible young adult with a son of his own now.

He is the person that looks after the little ones in the neighborhood who are too small to stand up for themselves. He has returned bullies to their respective homes, sometimes by their ear, and not only let the parents know but also the organization we all rent our homes from in our little quiet Cul De Sac.

  I was bullied from fifth to sixth grade. In fifth grade it was on the bus by four other kids, one of whom is one of my dearest friends today; and in sixth grade it was by a girl who I thought was my friend.

 In fifth grade I had things done to me by my best friend like her putting her hands on her head and acting like a robot saying "LOSER ALERT. LOSER ALERT. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP." until she found me and said, "DING. LOSER DETECTED. DING!!" And I've had my backpack thrown into the street by her and another girl, me being the monkey in the middle until they just took off the keychains and threw my backpack and it's keychains in the street and ran off. I told my couselor and she said she could do nothing because it was too late in the year.

 In sixth grade I had an awful friend who when I tried to stop hanging around she spread a rumor that lasted for a year and a half. I've cut myself and seeked help and there was none but shame and I was a bad person.

To You

To you I am different,
To you I am strange,
I may be different, but I have a name.

To you I am silly,
To you I am sweet,
I am so glad, we got to meet.

To you I am a lucky fin,
To you I am autism,
To you, I can be a good friend.

Love,
Me.

Hi, I am Mike. I am 9 years old and I wrote this poem. I am different and that is okay. I was born with a lucky fin and people laugh at it. Adults and kids call me retarded and push me. They say mean things because they think somebody like me can't understand them. I hear everything they say and I feel every time they push me. Sometimes it is hard to get my words out, so the bully hurts me because they know it is hard for me to tell. My brain doesn't always let the words out of my mouth. I have autism.  I know bullies are afraid to be different, they are scared. One day the bullies will know it is okay to be who they are and they won't be so angry anymore.  One day I will be a friend and they will know it is okay.

You see me every day.
Sometimes you pass by, sometimes you stay.

You stay to hurt me,
Your words try to break me.

I like school less and less,
I wish you never started this mess.

Today is the day I find my voice,
I am here to give you a choice.

You can be kind,
Become a good friend of mine.

Let's say goodbye to being a bully.

--Mike Collins

I can really say that I've never been bullied, but I've seen it and I've stopped it. I dont like to see people victimized. I am older now, but I witnessed and I know how cruel kids can be. I thank my mom for the woman she raised me to be. I was that kid that would sit with someone eating alone in the cafeteria, I was that kid that would help you pick up your stuff when you've dropped it or got it shoved out of your hands. I am glad that I was one of the few who stood up for people, because one person can make all the difference. I think the greateat revenge for a bully is to live life more than they ever will. I hope to raise my son to be one of those who stands up for others and continues to make a difference. I was a friend to all.

I was picked on since the 1st grade. I was tripped,pranked cruely, laughed at, told I was ugly every day. I dropped out of highschool because of bullying. Luckily I was never physically beaten but the emotional abuse can be just as bad. The worst part is that in middle school my "friends" bullied me and I didn't even know it. They had broken homes and I had wonderful parents and financial stability. I know they hated me for that. They stole from me, put me down, turned on me at the end, they used me, one of them even spread a rumor about me. My "best friend" tried to jump me but I was smart enough to not leve my house when she said she wanted to "talk" even after that I forgave them even though she never admitted to it I finally fit in with the strong people, or so I thought. They acted tough and I respected that. Ultimately I disrespected myself. I was never a violent or malitious person. I just wanted to be accepted. All of them ended up pregnant before 18 in horrible relationships, most of them ended up drug addicts, most of them except 1 went to jail, 1 became a prostitute, and 1 of them unfortunately died of a drug overdose. With God's grace and my great parents I got out. I think they hated me because they knew I was the 1 who was stronger. It still is in the back of my mind but I have all the friends in the world now. I have great social skills and I'm loved. Bullying is indescribably horrible. The saddest part is that when I think of these kids who took their own lives because of some stupid ignorant kids I think, if they would have waited,just a little longer, they could have had a great life too. A life with happiness and love and friends. Let's all share the success stories of victims and give them hope. After highschool is over they will finally be free. What's 4 years to the rest of your life?

I was always the "fat" kid, still am really. I was tormented as a child by some, not all and I had good friends but there were times. Growing up was okay, but the comments still burned. Then one day, I had enough from this one girl in middle school, for some reason she didn't like me and I was always friendly to her, so the one day she said something....I slammed her into a locker! It was hard, and all the locks rattled but I did it...then it stopped. However, that was back in the day bullying is so much worse and now as a teacher's aide I am on it! I get into bullies faces, I let them know what it's like and they don't like it...but kids know when I am on yard duty, I'm ON IT!!!!! I don't sit there and baby these kids, they are punks! Some of these teachers are pussies...sorry but they are and they need to get out of the business of teaching!

From Year 6 got bullied, all the way up till I was in year 11. I'm short I'm fat and I wear glasses. I walk with a limp because I have problems with my hips. I had every name shouted to me at school but I just kept it in, I never told anyone, I just got on with it telling myself 'they will stop soon' it was the same group of boys and the 2 girls every day for 5 years. I tried to change myself by wearing make-up like the girls did, wearing my school uniform like they did, getting the bags that the girls had, I stopped wearing my glasses. All so they would stop bullying me, obviously it didn't work. I was never the most confident, I always had a note for P.E, I always sat at the back of the class so they couldn't throw things at me, that still didn't stop them. my science teacher at the time saw me everyday for form and she knew that something wasn't right so when I was in year 10 she kept me after form asked me what was wrong, I just broke down and told her everything. The next day in form she sat next to me after everyone had gone and gave me a hug. she told me she had put my name down for counselling from another teacher, she said things would soon get better. once a week everyday for the next year and a half I went to counselling and in each session I would tackle a problem of mine while at the same time trying to build my confidence  and at the end of the week id go back to my form teacher and I would talk to her about the sessions. gradually things get better, I began to respect myself and gain confidence. I started acting like myself and not caring what people thought of me. I felt on top of the world. I'm not 17 years old and about to start college doing hairdressing, if that was the old me never ever would I have applied for college. Everyone is different and we should all embrace that fact. We all look different and act different but if we where all the same how boring would it be? honestly, its so easy for people to say be yourself don't care about what people say. At the end of the day we all have feelings and emotions, different things hurt in different ways. if I had one tip for you all, that tip would be; to stay brave, if something someone does to you hurts report it.

Respect to each and everyone of you.
"Don't be a nobody, be a somebody"
P.S
It really does get better x