When I was 5 I moved to a different state and when I moved there, I moved to a different school. Everything seemed fine until my 6th birthday party. I invited my whole class. They all came and thee one I needed to impress wasn't impressed. My theme was music and she didn't like it. The next day she started making fun of me because of the music I liked so I stopped listening to Rock n' Roll and started listening to Christina Aguilera, Maroon 5 etc. I started wearing more bright colors such as light blue, hot pink and orange. When I was in 4th grade, she started physically bullying me. I didn't want to tell a teacher cause I knew things would get worse if i did. The year ended and I got my parents to transfer me to a different school but I didn't know hell was waiting for me there. The first day of the new school was fine I met three new "friends" and after a month or two, I realized that they were just using me because I was new and didn't know who they really were. They were the people you needed to stay away from. I decided I didn't want to be their friend if they wanted me to be like them so I left and hung out with two other people. After two years I couldn't stand my class so the school held me back but that class didn't help at all. They acted like I was a nobody which I was. The next year, I met a girl who lived around the corner from me and she showed me Black Veil Brides. I got so attached to their music, I started believing that I was dark. I stayed far away from people who bullied me for years, I stayed in the shadows in public areas and when I was with my friends, I quieted down because I was afraid that I would say something stupid. A couple months after listening to Black Veil Brides, I started listening to more bands like that such as Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Motionless In White, New Year's Day, Motley Crue, KISS, All Time Low and Memphis May Fire. I got so obsessed that I didn't realize what I really wanted. I wanted to be like them. When I heard a lot of them were coming for concerts, I got a ping in my heart also known as jealousy towards them when I heard their songs. I told my only friends at school and one of them started making fun of me because I found out why I was jealous. I wanted to be like them and I couldn't. But my ex-friends made it harder for me to do so. She and I got into a fight and since then she's made my life a living hell. She's literally Santaness. I don't know what to do and I need help. Can someone out there help? I need it.

Time management for children when they make use of the internet is quite important. In order to do so, it can be made easier for parents to manage the time their teen spends online by making use of an internet monitoring software. Once kids are online they tend to lose track of time because they become so involved in what they’re doing. This may cause them to neglect important tasks and it isn’t uncommon to find children who tend to lose interest in their hobbies as well due to the use of the internet. A reduction in physical activity and paying more attention to virtual relationships is also common among teens obsessed with the internet. In some instances, teens even begun to display internet addiction symptoms while they may be away from their digital devices.

Due to such reasons, it is important for parents to deal with the issue and consider prevention and timely intervention as important. Firstly, parents would have to realize that the problem exists. A simple observation can make any parent realize that something is wrong. Once aware of the issue, options must be considered. The basic solution is to talk to the teen about time management and to tell them that they are spending too much time on the internet. Chances are that this won’t seem to be a problem for your child who is why there is another option which includes letting your child go online for a set duration on weekdays and allow them to have a little extra time over the weekends. Also make sure that if they opt for this then they obey the rules set in a strict manner.

One tool which has high chances of being effective is the use of a kids monitoring software. These are available easily and for a number of digital devices such as the computer, laptop, smart phones and tablets. Installing one on the device your teen uses can help you in keeping a watch over their activities online but also consider how much time they are spending online. These software’s also come with the option of adding filters and setting timers; filters allow certain content and websites to be blocked whereas the timer allows you to specify for how long younger children can have access to internet privileges.

By simply installing the software and telling your child that the software has been installed is going to be enough to prevent them from engaging in wrongful activities. This is because they wouldn’t want to browse the internet for things which aren’t appropriate as they would know that their parents would be viewing the things they searched for later.

The internet is certainly a wonderful thing and has a lot of benefits but if it isn’t handled in the proper way, it can lead to a number of problems. Thus, it is important that such problems are understood and everything is done by parents to protect their children online against these and other potential problems.

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Cyber bullying or Traditional bullying?

 

I want to tell a story we all know but some how don't talk about! It is the worst kind of bullying because the one's perpetrating are the so called popular, beautiful & the athletic kids. Their tactic is exclusion and it includes making fun of others of difference. This is usually perpetrated on the kids that are viewed as ugly, overweight and the economically disadvantaged.

It is surprising to me that this fact is not identified with a 'bully' movement, or am I wrong?

I personally witness on a recent school trip to DC & NYC and these so called popular people are most often the one's doing the bullying. No, they are not physically bullying my grandson but they were definitely all making fun of him, laughing at him and all the while during this 6 day adventure indifference was prevalent, including the adults!

The hardest thing about this is the fact that my grandson is still in the innocent age, he was not aware of the obvious attacks on him. This didn't stop at the fellow kids from school on this trip, it was also demonstrated by the parents. I also witnessed other chaperon adults on this trip mock the Catholic Church while in NYC at the Cathedral with his school group , nice lesson for the kids Mr. Fireman...

Your attempts are noble but I feel you are missing the mark!

If you don't get through to the parents then you have no chance with the kids. Parents indifference is passed on to the kids, kids perpetrate these hates and the parents pat them on the head when they come home.

Your campaign needs to target a number of adult parents of school age children you reach.

Teenage, it's a time when your looking for acceptance and to fit in. School is where we learn that indifference is not exclusive to other kids, it's the adults... This lesson is also supported in the real world and at the workplace.

To be honest I have been on both sides of the bullying as a child. Most often in school I was the one defending the bullied, all my fist fights in Jr & High School were all defending someone else being picked on.

I grew up in the age of 'sticks n stones' and 'names can't hurt me' but I also know personally the hurt, fear and isolation that accompanies bullying.

Please address the fact that it is not just kids of gay parents getting bullied.

Please address the fact that this is a learned trait, passed on by the family.

Please address the fact of economic bullying.

Please address the fact of bullying of overweight people.

Please put a face to the bully, let it be known that we know who you are.

Regards,

Paul

My Nathan, is a sweet 11 year old with ashberger' syndrome. He goes to a small town school and has since per school. The same school with the same kids. He is now finishing the 5th grade with the same group of kids. So as you can imagine the kids know him know his flaws know his buttons. Most of them leave him alone. OK almost all if them leave him all but 1 them same 1 my husband and I have had problems with bullying Nathan since the 1st grade. Now its only name calling I say only like that's just nothing. Because I've seen other bullying. I know what that can lead too. Now this year. My son has not been not guilty. In every convertation so when I go to our principal I get well Nathan also did this which for the past 4 years I have always gotten cause Nathan does get mad. And does say things after about 10 15 minutes. See the boy who dies this is sneaky Nathan is not. He is loud is out there. He make sure he is heard. Fair I don't think so. I'm just at my end. If I did have MS I would homeschool him. But I can't. And that also breaks my heart. Any advice?

I was young when I started to get bullied I thought people were just joking around at the first but as I got older I started to understand what they were really saying I started to question my self and think are they right? the bullying started when I was in 3rd grade that might be pretty young but it went on till last year. In grade 4 and 5 I was called a slut a bitch and what not according to people I was goth fat and ugly. I wasn't the most fashionable person back then but those words got to me a lot. 6th grade was when it got really bad I was hit by this girl so much people would bully me emotionally and make me feel like dirt. Every horrible emotion was building up in me ready to burst out people would go online and comment on my account saying all the words that could kill me in the inside. This one particular website was where I got cyberbullied a lot ask. fm people would go anon and say why are such a bitch or a try hard any harsh words that they could come up with. One day in 7th grade I was getting sick of it I was hurting a lot this one day all my emotions just blew up I started cutting till the fact that I wanted to die. Everyone found out everyone stopped and acted like nothing happened. What hurt me the most is that my bestfriend backstabbed me and made me feel the worst pain. Everthing went on I was just that sick and tired people realized their mistakes and apologized and made it up to me. My school got me a Councillor to help me out and it really did. All this things that has happened to me inspired me to be strong to stand up for people to not watch people suffer and if you are going through something I love you and I just want you to know that life goes on.

My son's name is Logan he is 7 years old. Logan is a very sweet outgoing little boy. I have two other children that are older than him and they are both girls. My son was outside playing on his Spiderman Razor he got for Christmas last year. All the children that live in the complex play together in their bikes, skateboard, and like Logan their Razors. A new family moved in the empty apartment next door to us a couple months ago. They have a little boy also who is a couple years older than Logan. I have seen this boy play with others bit never noticed any aggressive behavior. All that changed the day he played with my son. The boy took my son's Razor from him and would not give it back. After Logan asked for it several times he finally told the other boy that he was going home to tell daddy. When my son started to walk away this boy ran up behind my little Logan and pushed him down to the concrete. My middle child saw what had happened and ran to get her brother. I got a picture via text message from his daddy and was shocked by what I saw. My sons face was covered in blood and it was also pouring out of his mouth. I rushed home and took him to the ER ASAP. Fortunately we weren't there long. The doctor took X-rays of Logans face. When the results came back it showed Logans nose was fractured in two places. Also he suffered from alot of scrapes and raw places from the concrete on his knees, arms, elbows, and chest. I do not understand why this boy hurt my son the way he did. I explained to my little Logan to always tell your mommy, daddy, or other adult when someone is not being nice to you. My poor baby's nose is so swollen and his eyes have started to get black bruises under them from all the swelling. The Dr told me it would take 4-6 weeks for the fractures to heal. I hope that something like this will never happen again.

I am a 14 year old girl, high school 3th grade (In The Netherlands it's normal)
Primary school from first until 4th grade, I think, were awesome. I had a group friends who were awesome and a typical boys vs girls relation with some guys. When I heard my mom wanted to trow it all away and start another life 2 villages away I couldn't believe it. I had the perfect life, friends and yeah some people I didn't like but who cares they didn't interrupt me from living my life. And I was just a child back then, I was 6 when I heard it. My mom told me she and my dad wanted a bigger house. The first time I did come in my new house, I saw it wasn't bigger than the other one. Only second floor a little but I didn't have a third floor which the old one had. I never helped doing something for this house like bringing stuff inside. Maybe only my "necky" my stuffed animal. I just sat there, hoping somehow we could not move into this house.
When we moved I cried for days (we moved in spring break). Why was she throwing away my perfect life. I had friends, best friends who I would never see again. I hated my mom, every night when she heared my cries, she came to my room. Told me the kids in my new school would love my and that I could see my old friends a lot. Somehow I knew both of this was bullshit and it was. I went to mynew school and I didn't have a lot friends. Just 2 boys and some girls who I would never say they were real friends or even friends. I just hang with hem sometime but I always feel like it was fake. From the 2 boys and a couple girls it went fast to just 1 boy left. My best friend. We hang everyday. Still in the same grade (4 or 5th) there were people telling things about me like "she is in love with that boy." It was not a big deal but I noticed every bad thing they said about me.
After summer break I went back to school and they kept saying things, it was not like I was bullied. They just said things to me in a "nice" way but it could still hurt me. After half a year there came a new boy. The first thing I thought about him is he could be a nice guy. That tunred out really different than I thought it would. He set the other kids in my class to bully me. I don't know much anymore from that time except that I would get mad a lot of times. So mad that I would trow a chair though the class or something. After thatI would run to the tiolet and cry. Just because they made my so mad and I didn't want to be mad. It went on and on. They only thought it would be funny. The only thing I did was cry at night and I couldn't sleep anymore. I had talks with some guy that would help me with my anger. I was just angy at the world at because why do I need to get bullied but I didn't know why I was angry at that point. They never hurt me physically but they always laught at me. One day one girl left my school and at that moment she was the worsed. I was so happy but it turned out people told her to do those things to me. I went to 7th grade and lost my only friend left. He didn't want to be friends with a "girl." I was on my own. Alone. I had nobody but my family but I hated them for keeping my on the same school. Later the "new" boy went to another grade. The 8th while I was in 7. Because he was older than he suppose to be in 7th grade and all those werid shit. But than the bulling almost stoped. I made new friends because we had new people in my class. I could say Twilight saga saved my at my lowest point. I was thinking about killing myself. I was figuring out a way to do it. I saw Twilight once and was obsessed with it from the first moment. I asked a really nice girl if she liked it to. And she did, we became friends. She also told me to ask another girl about it because she was also obsessed with Twilight. She was a populair girl at the oment but used to be bullied to and why because she had a really stong personalty. I just liked it. I fell in love with a guy from my class and he liked her. She didn't like him so she told me how to change. And I changed. At the moment I still hated myself. I kept hating myself. I could never love myself.
I went to high school and I did not go to the same school as her. I cried after I realised it. My mom agian told my that I would see her a lot. She lied again. I don't have contact anymore. I keep struggeling with myself. I though I was fat. I weighed to much, I thought. I stared with 2 friends. Those to were like best friends so most of the time in classes, I was alone. But I made friends. first one and than another. At the end of the first 2 years we had a group so big most of the class was in it. But I was still struggeling with myself. I found out to cry in silents so my mom wouln't hear and say everything is gonne be okay and lie. At some piont I bite myself. So hard that it beeld. And I loved the pain. I also scratched my wrist, one time. Whit my nails, I just made a thin line. That are my scars. And I hate to look at it. They make my hate myself again. While sometimes I still bite on one scar. I had boyfriends but I still kept hating myself.
Since 3th grade there are some new guys in my class and classes where reorganized. I stared wearing more black. Because I feel confident in black. It makes my feel so much stronger. I used to be a friend to oa guy in my class but he is giong to far whit his joke. He hurts me just when I finely start feeling good about myself.
I resently wrot this about my situation now:
He keeps saying "go cut youself, emo" in a funny way but deep down it hurts.
At least once a week I amcrying, fighting myself not to get out of my bed.
To walk to the drawer, open it, takeout the knife and slide my wrist.
He keeps saying "yeah cuz your love pain"
Nobody loves pain, only some pain can distract you from worser pain inside.
I don't even go that far.
I only have 2 scars and they are little.
Not a lot people know where there from and ost of the people don't even know they are there.
I just want to stop my feelings but when it works I feel nothing anymore.
And people say things like "Be happy!" but I can't.
It's a horrible feeling sometimes but it a better option than feeling sad.
Feeling empty.
I just want everyone to know please don't change for other people.
They are not worth the changes.

I am a 14 year old girl, high school 3th grade (In The Netherlands it's normal)
Primary school from first until 4th grade, I think, were awesome. I had a group friends who were awesome and a typical boys vs girls relation with some guys. When I heard my mom wanted to trow it all away and start another life 2 villages away I couldn't believe it. I had the perfect life, friends and yeah some people I didn't like but who cares they didn't interrupt me from living my life. And I was just a child back then, I was 6 when I heard it. My mom told me she and my dad wanted a bigger house. The first time I did come in my new house, I saw it wasn't bigger than the other one. Only second floor a little but I didn't have a third floor which the old one had. I never helped doing something for this house like bringing stuff inside. Maybe only my "necky" my stuffed animal. I just sat there, hoping somehow we could not move into this house.
When we moved I cried for days (we moved in spring break). Why was she throwing away my perfect life. I had friends, best friends who I would never see again. I hated my mom, every night when she heared my cries, she came to my room. Told me the kids in my new school would love my and that I could see my old friends a lot. Somehow I knew both of this was bullshit and it was. I went to mynew school and I didn't have a lot friends. Just 2 boys and some girls who I would never say they were real friends or even friends. I just hang with hem sometime but I always feel like it was fake. From the 2 boys and a couple girls it went fast to just 1 boy left. My best friend. We hang everyday. Still in the same grade (4 or 5th) there were people telling things about me like "she is in love with that boy." It was not a big deal but I noticed every bad thing they said about me.
After summer break I went back to school and they kept saying things, it was not like I was bullied. They just said things to me in a "nice" way but it could still hurt me. After half a year there came a new boy. The first thing I thought about him is he could be a nice guy. That tunred out really different than I thought it would. He set the other kids in my class to bully me. I don't know much anymore from that time except that I would get mad a lot of times. So mad that I would trow a chair though the class or something. After thatI would run to the tiolet and cry. Just because they made my so mad and I didn't want to be mad. It went on and on. They only thought it would be funny. The only thing I did was cry at night and I couldn't sleep anymore. I had talks with some guy that would help me with my anger. I was just angy at the world at because why do I need to get bullied but I didn't know why I was angry at that point. They never hurt me physically but they always laught at me. One day one girl left my school and at that moment she was the worsed. I was so happy but it turned out people told her to do those things to me. I went to 7th grade and lost my only friend left. He didn't want to be friends with a "girl." I was on my own. Alone. I had nobody but my family but I hated them for keeping my on the same school. Later the "new" boy went to another grade. The 8th while I was in 7. Because he was older than he suppose to be in 7th grade and all those werid shit. But than the bulling almost stoped. I made new friends because we had new people in my class. I could say Twilight saga saved my at my lowest point. I was thinking about killing myself. I was figuring out a way to do it. I saw Twilight once and was obsessed with it from the first moment. I asked a really nice girl if she liked it to. And she did, we became friends. She also told me to ask another girl about it because she was also obsessed with Twilight. She was a populair girl at the oment but used to be bullied to and why because she had a really stong personalty. I just liked it. I fell in love with a guy from my class and he liked her. She didn't like him so she told me how to change. And I changed. At the moment I still hated myself. I kept hating myself. I could never love myself.
I went to high school and I did not go to the same school as her. I cried after I realised it. My mom agian told my that I would see her a lot. She lied again. I don't have contact anymore. I keep struggeling with myself. I though I was fat. I weighed to much, I thought. I stared with 2 friends. Those to were like best friends so most of the time in classes, I was alone. But I made friends. first one and than another. At the end of the first 2 years we had a group so big most of the class was in it. But I was still struggeling with myself. I found out to cry in silents so my mom wouln't hear and say everything is gonne be okay and lie. At some piont I bite myself. So hard that it beeld. And I loved the pain. I also scratched my wrist, one time. Whit my nails, I just made a thin line. That are my scars. And I hate to look at it. They make my hate myself again. While sometimes I still bite on one scar. I had boyfriends but I still kept hating myself.
Since 3th grade there are some new guys in my class and classes where reorganized. I stared wearing more black. Because I feel confident in black. It makes my feel so much stronger. I used to be a friend to oa guy in my class but he is giong to far whit his joke. He hurts me just when I finely start feeling good about myself.
I resently wrot this about my situation now:
He keeps saying "go cut youself, emo" in a funny way but deep down it hurts.
At least once a week I amcrying, fighting myself not to get out of my bed.
To walk to the drawer, open it, takeout the knife and slide my wrist.
He keeps saying "yeah cuz your love pain"
Nobody loves pain, only some pain can distract you from worser pain inside.
I don't even go that far.
I only have 2 scars and they are little.
Not a lot people know where there from and ost of the people don't even know they are there.
I just want to stop my feelings but when it works I feel nothing anymore.
And people say things like "Be happy!" but I can't.
It's a horrible feeling sometimes but it a better option than feeling sad.
Feeling empty.
I just want everyone to know please don't change for other people.
They are not worth the changes.

I am a 14 year old girl, high school 3th grade (In The Netherlands it's normal)

Primary school from first untill 4th grade, I think, were awesome. I had a group friends who were awesome and a typical boys vs girls relation with some guys. When I heard my mom wanted to trow it all away and start another life 2 villages away I couldn't believe it. I had the perfect life, friends and yeah some people I didn't like but who cares they didn't interrupt me from living my life. And I was just a child back then, I was 6 when I heard it. My mom told me she and my dad wanted a bigger house. The first time I did come in my new house, I saw it wasn't bigger than the other one. Only second floor a little but I didn't have a third floor which the old one had. I never helped doing somehing for this house like bringing stuff inside. Maybe only my "necky" my stuffed animal. I just sat there, hoping somehow we could not move into this house.

When we moved I cried for days (we moved in spring break). Why was she trowing away my perfect life. I had friends, best friends who I would never see again. I hated my mom, every night when she heared my cries, she came to my room. Told me the kids in my new school would love my and that I could see my old friends a lot. Somehow I knew both of this was bullshit and it was. I went to mynew school and I didn't have a lot friends. Just 2 boys and some girls who I would never say they were real friends or even friends. I just hang with hem sometime but I always feel like it was fake. From the 2 boys and a couple girls it went fast to just 1 boy left. My best friend. We hang everyday. Still in the same grade (4 or 5th) there were people telling things about me like "she is in love with that boy." It was not a big deal but I noticed every bad thing they said about me.

After summer break I went back to school and they kept saying things, it was not like I was bullied. They just said things to me in a "nice" way but it could still hurt me. After half a year there came a new boy. The first thing I thought about him is he could be a nice guy. That tunred out really different than I thought it would. He set the other kids in my class to bully me. I don't know much anymore from that time except that I would get mad a lot of times. So mad that I would trow a chair though the class or something. After thatI would run to the tiolet and cry. Just because they made my so mad and I didn't want to be mad. It went on and on. They only thought it would be funny. The only thing I did was cry at night and I couldn't sleep anymore. I had talks with some guy that would help me with my anger. I was just angy at the world at because why do I need to get bullied but I didn't know why I was angry at that point. They never hurt me physically but they always laught at me. One day one girl left my school and at that moment she was the worsed. I was so happy but it turned out people told her to do those things to me. I went to 7th grade and  lost my only friend left. He didn't want to be friends with a "girl." I was on my own. Alone. I had nobody but my family but I hated them for keeping my on the same school. Later the "new" boy went to  another grade. The 8th while I was in 7. Because he was older than he suppose to be in 7th grade and all those werid shit. But than the bulling almost stoped. I made new friends because we had new people in my class. I could say Twilight saga saved my at my lowest point. I was thinking about killing myself. I was  figuring out a way to do it. I saw Twilight once and was obsessed with  it from the first moment.  I asked a really nice girl if she liked it to. And she did, we  became friends. She also told me to ask another girl about it because she was also obsessed with Twilight. She was a populair girl at the oment but used to  be bullied to and why because she had a really stong personalty. I just liked it. I fell in love with a guy from my class and he liked her. She didn't like him so she told me how to change. And I changed. At the moment I still hated myself. I kept hating myself. I could never love myself.

I went to high school and I did not go to the same school as her. I cried after I realised it. My mom agian told my that I would see her a lot. She lied again. I don't have contact anymore. I keep struggeling with myself. I though I was fat. I weighed to much,  I thought. I stared with 2 friends. Those to were like best friends so most of the time in classes, I was alone. But I made friends. first one and than another. At the end of the first 2 years we had a group so big most of the class was  in it. But I was still struggeling with myself. I found out to cry in silents so my mom wouln't hear and say everything is gonne be okay and lie. At some piont I bite myself. So hard that it beeld. And I loved the pain. I also scratched my wrist, one time. Whit my nails, I just made a thin line. That are my scars. And I hate to look at it. They make my hate myself again. While sometimes I still bite on one scar. I had boyfriends but I still kept hating myself.

Since 3th grade there are some new guys in my class and classes where reorganized. I stared wearing more black. Because I feel confident in black. It makes my feel so much stronger.  I used to be a friend to oa guy in my class but he is giong to far whit his joke. He hurts me just when I finely start feeling good about myself.
I resently wrot this about my situation now:
He keeps saying "go cut youself, emo" in a funny way but deep down it hurts.
At least once a week I amcrying, fighting myself not to get out of my bed.
To walk to the drawer, open it, takeout the knife and slide my wrist.
He keeps saying "yeah cuz your love pain"
Nobody loves pain, only some pain can distract you from worser pain inside.
I don't even go that far.
I only have 2 scars and they are little.
Not a lot people know where there from and ost of the people don't even know they are there.
I just want to stop my feelings but when it works I feel nothing anymore.
And people say things like "Be happy!" but I can't.
It's a  horrible feeling sometimes but it a better option than feeling sad.
Feeling empty.

 

I just want everyone to know please don't change for other people.
They are not worth the changes.

I have always felt like I was different, sometimes I feel pride in this, sometimes I have lower self-esteem when I feel like I am being judged. One thing that makes me different is that I always try to see things from other points of view. This has helped me to love and forgive those who have bullied me, and to strive not to be the bully. Both are works in progress, but I am working on it.

My definition of a bully is, "someone who has something wrong in their world." Everyone who bullies is someone who has been bullied, or who has been hurt in the past, whether real or imagined. Sometimes they do it on purpose, other times they don't know that they are spreading the hurt they feel, or they feel justified because they were hurt first, or they feel a need to push you down so that they can feel taller. 

Other than uncomfortable questioning and being ostracized because I didn't fit in, the first time I was bullied where it hurt was when someone spread rumors about me. It hurt that anyone would believe something about me that wasn't true. It turned out that the person who spread the rumors had a crush on a guy that had a crush on me. I still don't know which guy it was, but I know that it hurt her to be turned down, and she did what she felt might help her chances. I have forgiven her, and feel sorry that my older sisters cornered her to find out the true story.

The biggest bully in my life is someone who has been through a lot of pain. Someone who supports the bully project. She is so afraid of being hurt, that she pushes away anyone who gets too close. One day she started spamming my facebook wall with links to bullying articles. I couldn't figure out why she was doing it, I thought maybe she was trying to convince me that another friend was a bully, even though she was the sweetest person I had ever met. Many of my friends told me that I shouldn't allow her to post things on my wall, that it was hurtful. I said that I don't stop anyone from expressing themselves. I found out that she was posting on my wall because she felt I was being a bully to her. I followed one of the links and found that the definition of cyber bullying included posting multiple times on your wall. Also, every time I see memes going around about the signs of emotional abuse, I think of my relationship with her. Again, I have forgiven her because I know that I have hurt her even when I didn't mean to, and she has had so much pain in her life.

Recently I had someone contact me through facebook and try to tell me that I neglect my children and she needed to call CPS on me. I got defensive and tried to explain to this person who lives in a different state, and has not been to my home more than 3 times in the 11 years that I have been married, that people who actually know my kids ask me for parenting advice, and send their kids to me for day care, tutoring, and anger management. She wouldn't listen. I was really upset until my husband came home and reminded me what my definition of a bully was. When I linked the two I was able to let it go and realize that she was probably in pain, and that my arguing with her was probably not helpful to either of us.