I was bullied by someone in my class and everyone in my family told me to tell the principal and I never did. Then it got so bad that I started having thoughts if everyone would be happy if I killed myself. So I told my mom and she said that I needed to tell the principal seriously now. So I did and everything got better. So just speak up. Tell some one it helped me a lot!!!!

Here our school in Hudson Falls has adopted the "No tolerance to Bullying" hmmmmm yet it still continues. My fiance's son has being bullied for a few years

Jake is a big kid for his age, he got hte curse and the kids are taking advantage of this, why, because they know that nothing will get done. This child has reported the abuse and all that is done is a so called stern talk to the BULLIES and a what did you do to cause this to Jake...really..I mean WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!  He cant understand why he is being the target. I and his Dad hate seeing him come home broken hearted; knowing that the people who are to protect him are sitting back not going by their word...."NO TOLERANCE"....BULL....WE ARE GETTING SICK AND TIRED OF IT AND READY TO MAKE A STAND

To start it of well, it started when I went to the 3rd year of high school, at first it was just fun and games I wasn't that of an outcast. I had friends, but to see another person get bullied was some what funny at first but. All that fades away when you see the eyes of the victim eager to fight back but knowing he/she could'nt. It was almost the end of the school year when I tried to talk to those people that the kid was just trying to fit in, I made him my friend, then he was nothing he was dust.... alone, outcast. I was ah chirstian, so I invited him to church, well he said no cause he was busy, but I could see he was just trying not to go, me and my friend keith took him in.. as our friend we told him to join the vollybal team.. well he was bad at it. But he was good at ah game called league of legends (LoL) well atleast he was good at something. But the part that he got a girlfriend  and he became mister populer and such, me, I was just playing it simple, I Train, I play, I learn, and thats it. but in time his head was really getting bigger, so big that he would mock me, the person who took him in. Man that Day SUCKED! How I wanted to punch his face even though he was taller than me, ethier way I can punch him the stomach so he would bend down and punch his face! He started calling me names, calling me Shit just because I have ahh light brown color?? it wasnt even clever. He even stinks worse than me much worse. But for me being a Trained MMA fighter, my Sir always say, that bullies are only the signs of the weaker individual because they pick on the defenceless... but this time he was picking on ahh person who was not defenceless. I could snap his arm and shove it in his mouth until he cries. But I told my self if I did that I would'nt be better then him even though his all talk, but bullies are always in the society, I still keep wondering how or what I could do to stop it without being violent, and physical. But to know once self for me is.... Being "Better"

I was bullied all through elementary school.  I was called names, pushed and felt like I wanted to find a dark quiet place to be all the time.  I finally got to the point where I had enough.  I pushed back, slammed a boy to the ground and started making people feel what I always felt.  At some point, I realized two wrongs don't make a right, but I still didn't let anyone put me down anymore.  It made me humble, I stopped letting them get to me.

When my son started to get picked on by a kid in middle school all of the emotions of what had happened to me came back.  He would come home with bloody knees, his backpack thrown on the road so he'd have to go get it.  And as any parent probably knows, when someone hurts your children, you see red.  I waited for school to get over and I saw for myself what was going on.  I called the school but it never let up or stopped.  I felt I had to take it upon myself to make it stop being I wasn't getting help from the school.  I parked on the street my son walks up and saw it again.  I pulled up to them, my son got in the car, and I told the bully to never, ever put his hands on my son again and if he understood.  He said yes.

My daughter is only in 1st grade.  She started saying stuff like no one will sit with her on the bus.  After the year went on, I asked her who she plays with on the playground.  She said no one, only to find out that everyone was making fun of her.  Her other brother, her twin, is in 1st grade also and said they tease her and won't talk to her.  They call her stupid, ugly and make her feel bad.  I called the teacher and requested a meeting with her.  I was firm that it was unacceptable and I was not about to let it continue.  I haven't heard of any other problems since.

I think it's a shame that administrators ignore what is going on and don't help in fixing the problem that affects so many.  It doesn't just affect the children, but the families that feel helpless in keeping their children happy and safe.  It does get to the point that the kids and parents feel they have to take it on themselves to end it, only to get themselves in trouble while the original problem is swept under the rug.  I do believe people need to be educated and made aware that this needs to end, NOW!!

Growing up, It wasn't easy for the longest time from elementary to towards the end I was bullied. 

In elementary I had no friends, people knew me but they never talked to me or even noticed me I was the loner someone for people to pick on call names and push me around. I was always alone at recess while everyone else was either swinging or playing basketball

everyday was different but not any better it went from some people calling me names to physically pushing me around. 

I never really trusted any of the teachers or staff, They didn't even pay attention to me in less i got blamed for something, then they would be quick to act and give me grief about it.

Through more years of elementary i was still bullied but i did make a friend to this day she still has my back, pretty much my sister her name is alicia. she always talked to me and made me feel like i was someone and not just some loner.

On to middle school thinking that everything would of changed, i was sadly wrong. 7th grade within a few weeks i was already the target of another bully. Pushed me into walls always knocked my books out of my hands sent me into a deep depression.. Which then i started cutting. and thinking about suicide, Then after awhile i got the courage to go to the principle and she said their was a cease and desist order from the school stating he cant talk or touch me. 

But just my luck he stopped but then he got his friends to do it for him

So i went to the principle again. All she said is theirs is no proof of what his friends are doing (we didn't have cameras in the school till 8th grade)

So the torment continued but i did still had Alicia  go to when i needed someone 

Finally 8th grade. the bully was gone and everything seemed better. I got through 8th grade with out anything happening in previous years, people still said stuff about me and behind my back but Ignored it as i best i could i stopped cutting with the help of Alicia

I still dealt with sorts of bullying for how i look and how i dress, and the music i listen to but, I tried putting behind me the best I could and get through school.

To this day if Alicia wasn't their for me to talk to her during all of this i might of not be here right now.

It only takes one person to help.

Growing up I wasn't exactly like every one else. When I was in kindergarten the teachers and my parents realized that I wasn't developing as fast as the other children. because of this I was held back ion kindergarten tel. me how that one works... Soon came the first grade, during this year of school I had a hard time as well because of the fact that most kids in that grade were younger than I was so it began to cause a problem I was teased because I was older and didn't have very many friends. The third grade started and things began to get a little better but not completely thus being older once again and having to be helped to understand what most children at that age already know I had to learn at a slow process.. 

I made a few friends but not alot. as I grew I started to realize I had an even harder time because I am short and developed a lazy eye. Most of the kids would tease me and ask me if I was looking at them or looking at something else.. During the fifth grade I decided I did not want to go to school so I made every excuse to not go thus getting held back another year of school.. junioir high was not any different even the teachers pickEd on me during those years. I began going to therapy to help deal with my emotional state during those years my father wasnt in life and I blamed my self for this but i couldn't understand what I had done for him to leave.. I later found out it was not because of me it was because my family didn't want us to see each other. My life changed dramaticly and was harder than ever to cope. 

High school was one of my hardest years I moved to a totally different state my sophomore year just as I was starting to make friends or so I thought. When I moved all the people I thought was my friends were no longer there for me. The new school I had started I was an out cast no one there liked me and I didn't get along with any one. I was emotionally torchered at the school witch then led me to drop out of school... :( to this day I still have problems I get picked on at work and in public.. There has been many times I feel like things would be better off with out me and then I think my future and decide no it's worth it.. I currently have an amazing boyfriend who is there for me no matter what.. Yes there is still times I hate being pickEd on but there is nothing I can do besides stand up for my self and fight. 

I have been bullied my entire life and to this day it still is happening won't ever stop no matter how hard i try.. i feel alot better getting it out in the open and telling my story now that I know I'm not alone.. I am 21 years old now and  am still battling bullying!! 

I'm Jess, and ever since I was in 1st grade, I've been bullied. I'm shorter than most people, and i accept it. I love being short because it makes me who I am. 7th grade, things got bizarre and false rumors were spread, saying I'd lost my virginity to my best friend's (at the time) boyfriend, and she told the whole school. People I didn't even know hated me, called me names, cyber and verbally bullied me. Now, I'm at the end of my 8th grade year and it still happens. "Whore" "Slut" "Bitch" "Cheater" and many other horrible names have become my nicknames. My friends have helped a lot with defending me but it's happened so much that I've become numb and immune to it. Last year, I wanted to kill myself. I don't know what to do this year. I don't feel any pain but I think I should because of what happens. Oh, I get called those "nicknames" everyday that I'm in school. Well, that's my story. 

I was in 8th grade, I was friends with this girl. We were best friends & stuff. Then all the sudden things changed... she hated me for no reason. Calling me names & talking about me non stop. Well I was hanging out with another friend of mine & I was on facebook on her phone. Well we couldn't figure out how to log me out so she had access to my facebook... Well a couple of weeks later I was in the shower one day & my ex best friends sister that was pregnant (she was 14 at the time) had message me, & my friend messaged her back saying she was a slut for being pregnant at 14.... That's when all hell broke loose.. My ex best friends sister already hated me.. so she was pissed at me, but my ex friend was also pissed at me even more than she was....

Well the next day at school we were walking back from lunch and my ex friend grabbed me by the back of the neck. told me if I called her fucking sister a fucking whore again, she was gonna beat my ass. She threw me across the hall... I only went back to that school once... I haven't been back since... I now live in a different state & I'm not friends with either of them & never will be again... I don't trust anybody anymore.. not even family... it sucks. but if you ever need anybody to talk to i'm here. I'll listen.

I am a young man currently attending college. I've found a great group of friends, brothers, and loved ones. But this happy ending is far too often, not the case. I've witnessed bullying destroy lives of those I called friends. It changes people. Sometimes it makes them stronger. But that sometimes is a mere fraction.

I was bullied even in elementary school because I had to wear braces at a very young age. I was in touch with my feelings and thought of the arts like writing, magic and poetry instead of what boys were "supposed" to like (ie. violence, nudity, and sports). For this I was referred to by several hurtful slurs and names. I was lucky that I had never been physically attacked. But sometimes, a single word will pierce deeper, bludgeon harder, and slice longer on the soul than a fist that damages a physical form.

Words are a weapon devised to strike not at the body but at the soul. At the inner self. I felt every arrow. Every bullet. Every knife. My soul was bleeding. But I tried my best to fight on. At first I thought that this was something I had to do for my own. That was a mistake. The pain became mind numbing. I started to search for an escape from a pain I could not explain. I looked at physical knives. Ropes. Guns. Water. Anything to extinguish the fire burning at my soul and relieve my pain.

Soon I made some friends. But I tried to hide my pain from them. Just like I had from my family. I didn't want to burden the ones I cared for. The wounds continued to sink deeper with every lie I told. "I'm ok." "Don't worry. I'm a tough guy." "I didn't cry!" Every lie was me trying to put on a piece of armor. But this armor was made of weak glass and shattered at the next attack. I had to rebuild my walls and my armor every night in bed, motionless, telling myself lies. "I'm ok." "Don't worry. I'm a tough guy." "I didn't cry!"

These lies became a part of me as a defense mechanism. But as the wall of Troy once fell, so must every wall. Even in college, I am insulted either in class for a foolish remark or at work. I finally decided that it was time to release my inner self.  To be free from the pain I felt. I had everything set. A gun was the quickest way. No pain I thought. But a week before I was ready I finally let someone in. Someone I love dearly. She listened to me and gave me strength. I got rid of everything. Washed my hands clean and for the first time in 15 years... I smiled.

I look at my past now and recognize not weakness, but desperation. I was desperate for assurance. For compassion. For love. I finally found it. But it doesn't have to be from a girlfriend or a boyfriend. It can be from a friend, a teacher, a family member. Listen to my story and know that opening up, just once, will heal you. I will not advise to turn to a god. I advise turning to a physical being that can understand your pain and give audible advise. Please listen and know that out there is at least one person that will be your angel. That's all it will ever take. Just One.

ries starts with i said a bad word i said you are a bitch and i said that i was sorry and her friends called me names and picked on me and i felt like nobody wanted me and i only be myself when i am around my boyfriend and he made me felt like i belonged some where. i felt that it was the only way that they would stop was to make me never to be born. but they still kept on doing it and they made me feel like nobody wanted me to be there and i wanted to take my own life but when i told my teacher she took their side and they made me sit by myself at lunch. they threw trash at me they basketballs at me and they ripped off my glasses. then it was summer i thought i was free but i was not it was 2012 and the next year came they wanted to fight me and i said no i would come home every day and i didn't care any more i couldn't feel the pain any more it came summer and i thought i would be able to see myself again then i was doing good and i went to the school and they never did anything. then it came 2013 this year. so it was starting at good then this girl came and me and her were friends then she started picking on my and calling me names and she would stab me with pencils and still today now she stills bullies me everyday and theres other girl i went behind her back and backstabed her in the back and i stared dateing her ex:boyfriend and found out that i was dateing him and she went after me i tried to put it away she stills bullies me and on her cell phone to and i am 15 years old and i have been bullyed for 3 years now it stills goes on and want somebody to stand up and make my school a free bully zone i want u alex libby to try to make that happen cause i hate going to school and my name is Ashley and i need your help.