for 6 years iv'e been bully'ed, i wasn't very good with making friends and i'm still not, i used to be a little immature when i was younger, and for the first 3 years it was only name calling and picking on me, but after 3 years it started getting really physical, even my friends left me and were aginst me, now i wasn't a weak little boy, i was strong , but how strong can you be when 2 kids take you to the ground and the other 6 kick you? 

when the last year was over and each of us went the other way i made sure we don't end up in the same school, and moved to another school with one friend the only one i had, at that point i was very carefull, i wasn't immature anymore, and i started getting really strong, in my country we drive home on a public bus, so i met some of the kids that used to hurt me, i met this one kid how i hated the worst, and i noticed he was with one friend, and at the bus he tried intimidating me that hes going to "Kick my ass" so when we got off i punched him in the stomach and smashed hes face on a bus pole, i broke 2 spots in his nose and one cheek bone, hes friend didn't even tryed to help him, and im pretty sure he knew he had it coming, he could have called the cops but he didn't, i think he was to humiliated to admit i did this, i told my father and told him not to say anything, he patted me on the back, gave me a hug and told me that he was proud of me.

it was the most satisfaction i felt in my whole life, and i'm not violent at all, you can try push a man to the limits but at some point he will push back.

He snapped my bra strap.

I was a "young bloomer."  Marvin had been picking on me since he started school at the beginning of the 5th grade.  By the end of that year, I had started to develop, and my Mom decided it was best for me to get a training bra.  It was too late.  Kids were already picking on me for my budding chest, calling me "Kleenex" and accusing me of stuffing my bra.  The torment was neverending.  Boys drew stick figures with huge boobs on my books and in my locker, "accidentally" hit me in the chest with things, dripped paint on my chest in art class, and tried to drop things into my shirt.  

One day, Marvin snapped my bra strap from behind.  I had had enough.  I grabbed a handfull of peas from my lunch tray and smeared them into his face, up his nose, and in his ears.

I was made to clean the lunch room while everybody laughed and pointed at me.  The next day, a kid had taped a picture of a busty, topless woman from an adult magazine inside my binder.  I told a teacher, but she quickly threw the picture away, and since she couldn't prove that any particular student did it, nothing was done about it.

As a parent, I am watching my daughter experiencing bullying at her school.  Now she is in the 5th grade, and it's the same sort of thing -- kids pick on her until she cries, I go to school to talk to teachers and principal, nobody can prove anything, so nothing gets done about it.

As a teacher, I see it from both sides.  I see kids being bullied, I go to the office and report it to the administration, and usually, nothing gets done about it.  I can punish kids in class somewhat, but my options are limited and often don't have long-lasting results.  I can talk to students about the problem and even work with classes to do meaningful discussions and reflections about it, but without a more across-the-board approach to the problem of bullying, anything I do in class will be forgotten in a few days when kids get bombarded with urgent messages about standardized testing, sports, prom, and exams.

My school just hosted a screening of "Bully," and I was moved to tears.  So were some students, so I know the message is getting through.  I hope this means the school will take a firm stance against bullying.  We can't let this be one more message that gets lost a few days after we present it.

In my country, Indonesia, 7th grade is the first grade in junior high school. And when I was a 7th grader, I was emotionally bullied by my seniors. It wasn't just me, though, who was bullied, some of my friends were bullied too. They might not think that it's bullying, but it was a bullying, at least for me. I felt insecure and unsafe. I felt afraid of them. 

There was this senior who was very nice to me. But then, she turned out to be this very mean girl and I didn't know what I did wrong. I liked this guy, who was my senior, and I was tweeting about him (but I didn't mention his name). She (my senior, call her A) knew what I was talking about. And she tweeted me words that weren't very nice, in fact, it was very hurtful. I was scared and afraid. I cannot believed that this was happening. And then a friend of A retweeted her tweet. I became more and more scared.  A told some of her friends about it, and they were kinda mocking me but softly. But it was still very hurting to me. I cried and I felt very afraid. I cried so hard, then my friends told me to go to my counseling teacher. I told her what happened, she did not judge me and told me the solution. After that I felt calmer. I'm glad that I came to her. If I wasn't I didn't know what I'd be.

So 7th grade was kinda tough for me. And I'm in 8th grade now. I'm glad that those seniors who bullied me before have gone to senior high. Now, I don't feel afraid and scared of going to school anymore!

My little girl is all of 7 years old. She has been the target of torment since about 3 weeks into her 1st grade year, on the bus and at school by both what I feel is children and the administration to a point. 60 "behavior slips" (which mind you is the punishment for bad behavior) to seems more that it isn't my child and it is others causing her problems and she acts out (as many of these "behavior slips" had said) to get peer attention. Now why would a child at 7 years old be trying to gain that much attention from her peers? My answer to this was one that not only did the school refuse to hear, but after pulling our daughter out of the school, they basically washed their hands of it and think that we are going to just go away silently. 

Finally after hours of playing 20 questions, myself and my wife got her to open up and really tell us what was going on. Everything started to make sense, and me thinking that I'm a horrible person for not seeing it earlier. The things my daughter told me made me not only cry, but absolutely livid that these types of things are being allowed to be carried on at school. She was getting pushed around by older children on the bus, to people in her class room telling her things that to an adult may seem ridiculous but in the mind of a young person can be detrimental to causing fear. "Bloody Mary" came about after a bunch of kids at her school and on the bus pushed this issue to the point that it took myself and my wife 2 weeks to get her to be able to go to the bathroom on her own, without her screaming in terror that "bloody mary" was going to get her. 

I mean what kind of self loathing person teaches these things to their children. Do they think it is funny that they bring stuff like that to school and can cause other kids to be in complete fear of everything. Its disgusting to me to think that parents let their children walk out the door spouting such hateful things.

I may only be 32 years old, and I know these kinds of things happen, even when I went to school bullying was a problem, I was picked on a lot which made me spiteful of everyone that went there. Even caused me to leave school before my senior year even started cause I had turned 18 just before the year began. I tried another school but after being humiliated for oh say since 5th grade on when I moved out to that school, I lost all motivation to even do anything with my life at that point.

However, I did finish high school eventually, bout 4 years down the road after some trouble with the law I even went to college, then my first born daughter came along.

Seeing her experience things much earlier than I did in my life, I feel it is time that people recognize this as a real actual problem and stop brushing stuff under the rug so to speak. 

This movie depicts things so well it made my heart sink as I thought about my own child and seeing some of those kids go through what they did. Just because they might be a little different, or might be a little hyper should not make them a target of ridicule. 

I will leave with this as my ending statement.

"We are all human everyone makes mistakes, there is nothing that is going to change that. Knowing this, treating each other with respect and showing others a caring hand instead of beating them up physically or emotionally, is what is going to turn this whole thing over on itself and help our society achieve a new level."

I was always a naturally happy kid. I had a tendency to want to believe in magic and everything made me curious. As I got a bit older, I noticed the way a few kids were treating me was different. There were two kids who gave a particularly hard time.

No one ever hit me. They mostly just called me names and made me feel ugly and unwanted. Everybody else ignored me, and to be honest I think that was even worse. If I said something, usually no one would look at me. If I told a joke, no one would hear me. I was too nice and polite to call them out on it, so I decided that I was probably just a freak.

When I moved from that particular school, I was myself again. I was as happy as a kid could be. I wanted to smile at everybody so that they would all know that I would listen to them if they needed to be heard. If you ask someone who knows me, I am one of the happiest people on earth. To be honest though, sometimes I still cry about it for hours.

All I really want anymore is for all kids to be themselves. All kids should feel safe and even proud to be the person they are. I actually think that majority of the world's problems would be improved if the kids all felt welcome. It is so important to me that every child I meet is free to be themselves. I hope it is important to you as well.

I am a former victim of bullying. I was bullied from 2nd grade to 7th grade. The bulling only stopped when my family moved to a different city. Due to being bullied I was and still am extemely shy as well as very standoffish with people. I have three beautiful children that are happy and go lucky and I pray everyday that will not be tormented the way I was in school. I teach them everyday that they are somebody and to not let someone get away with being a bully. I also tell them to never be afraid to tell someone what is going on and to make them listen and doing about it. I have also tought  them to embrace those that different. My daughter is the defender of those that are bullied. I am proud to say that she stood up for a girl in her school that was being bullied and because of that she and that girl become really good friends. So I would definately stand against bulling if it means that one less kids has to go through what I went through in school. I am so grateful that voice are being heard and that this problem is now becoming recognized and not swept under the rug.

I never really knew what it felt like to be bullied when I was younger, I always tried to be everyone's friend. When I entered High School, I began hanging out with a group of around 6 girls. This girls always wanted to make fun of people that were different in their eyes. I would never participate in this, because it was wrong. Sophmore year began, I knew it was time to stand up for myself and the kids they were making fun of. One day a kid in a wheelchair came out of the elevator. I looked at him and I smiled, my friends at the time started to make fun of the fact that he couldn't walk. I was outraged that I stood up for him. They all started laughing at me, it didn't bother me one bit. After a while I stopped hanging out with them, this is when they started to make fun of me. Because I stood up for the people they made fun of. They made my 10th grade year a living hell, they told me everyday they were going to fight me and jump me when I least expected it. I of course was terrified. i never told my parents anything. My junior year (physics) she was always staring at me and laughing and saying rude comments to me. Once again I did nothing, this is when they started to post things on twitter and facebook, about how I was an ugly, fat, any mean thing they could think of. Once again I had the worst year of my life. My senior year my last year the year I should be having fun. The group of girls still hated me. They turned everyone I knew and loved and trusted against me. They attacked me everyday. This is the year I finally stood up for myself. After all the threats I received daily, the name calling, I finally went to the administration. I was relieved to finally tell them what was happening to me. They did nothing... In fact they made everything worse... Now that I have less than 20 days left of high school, I want to enjoy it. But the group of girls that hate me try to make my life in high school a living hell. It is time to stand up for what is right and make a change it was is happening in High Schools all around the world. Never in my life would I have thought people would hate me and want me dead. I am the most happiest girl, I try my hardest to be friends with everyone and stick up for the helpless  

 I was born with a form of muscular dystrophy called Charcot Marie-Tooth. All throughout elementary school this disease caused me to walk almost on the very tips of my toes. Everyday I was picked on for being different. I was called freak, bird legs, I was laughed at and even physically hurt by other kids. This was all over something I had no control over.

 One day I was so excited in school because I had gotten news that I was able to get the corrective surgery so I would be able to walk normal, like everyone else. But that didn't change anyone's views on me at all. I had told this girl Alyssa about the news because she ridiculed me the most and I thought she'd stop if she knew i'd be "normal". When told she asked why I was talking to her and the pushed me to the ground. She sat on my chest and snapped a rubber band all over my face until I bled. I was only 11 years old.

 Finally when I had gotten my surgery and had recovered after 6 months, I cam back to school. Everyone stopped picking on me because I was no longer different. It was a good feeling to be accepted after 7 years of torment and bullying.

With a smile,I just thought to myself that day, " I can only go up from here."

Something every parent should know is NEVER GIVE UP AND NEVER GIVE IN.

Every parent no matter what needs to fight for their bullied child.  I should know I fought year after year after year for my daughter.  From kindergarden through the seventh grade.  Why till the seventh grade? Because that is when I was able to permenatly move her out of district to a school with programs better suited for her needs. 

My daughter was bullied everyday not only by students but by teachers and when she would complain a blind eye was turned and she was labled a trouble maker/tattle tail as NOONE would believe her.  She wore boots to school everyday.  I would try to get her to wear diffrent shoes but she insisted on always wearing her boots.  I didn't find out till years later that thoose boots saved her from having broken toes.  Thoose boots numbed the pain of kids literally stomping on her feet.

She failed Physical Education.  What kid ever fails PE? My daughter did. Why?  Because she wouldn't dress for PE.  If she did the girls would take her street cloths and throw them in the shower so she gave up.  Was I ever notified?  NOPE.

She was walking down the hall oneday while class was going on with a hall pass in hand.  One other student was comming toward her and a teacher had just stepped out in the hallway and witnessed this other child make a bline for my daughter shoved her into the lockers and then onto the floor. When my daughter reported this and told the principal that a teacher saw it happen.  This teacher said they never left class. 

Kids would slam the lid of her desk down onto her fingers and hands and when she would cry out the teacher would tell her to "Quit Crying, it didn't hurt that bad."  She recieved nothing but D's and F's.  It wasn't because she wasn't trying it was because the teachers wouldn't pay attention to her when she asked for help. 

When she was in second grade I had a teacher write a note home to me telling me "My daughter was a total waste of her time because she didn't like the color green."   What kind of a teacher would say this to a parent.

One of the last straws was when a child pulled my daughters chair out from under her she hit the floor flat on her bumb but instead of crying she got up swinging.  She had, had enough.  I had warned the school that this would happen.  When it did they never notified me till two weeks later when out of the blue they decided to give her detentions.  The other child was the daughter of a particular coach at the school.  Needless to say I blew a gasket.  There were only a few days left in her seventh grade year when this happened.  I demanded she be moved for the next school year and I took her out of school for the remainder of the year.

She started her 8th grade year in a diffrent school with transportation provided by her old school.  She made HIGH B honor roll first and second quarter.  Wich proved to me that the teachers from her old school were not doing their jobs.  I promiced my daughter the day she started 8th grade that she would NEVEr go back to her old school.  I kept that promice and in 2011 she graduated 78th out of 200+ kids. 

From her 8th grade year to her graduation day I was never once called in because she was being bullied, I was never once called in because she wasn't doing her work properly. 

The  list of things that happened to her the bullying she endured I could actually write a book.  My point is parents You must FIGHT for your kids.  Do NOT take no for an answer.  Some think it ends with the superintendant. it doesn't most school systems have regional superintendants.  Most school districts have a department of special education.  Find an advocate.  If your child has an IEP use the resources that are available.  And if you do NOT agree with something on the IEP never ever sign it that you do.  DO what ever it takes to MAKE people listen. Do not walk away with an "I will look into it"  chances are it won't happen. 

I have had a fair share of bulling but nothing drastic. but I have some advice to keep you going. Suicide doesn't end the chances of life getting worse suicide eliminates the chances of it getting better. Keep your head up high princess or prince your tiara is falling. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger stand a little taller. But you gotta keep your head up but you can let your head down. You gotta get up and try and try. You can because you know you can. I was born this way. Gay, straight, black, white, tall, short, skinny, fat , poor, rich, glasses. We are who we are. So stand up for what you believe in. I think gays are amazing!!!! Fat kids are so much sweeter than skinny kids. Poor kids are so realistic and funny. Black kids are just 😃 stay strong talk to an adult stand up to the bully. I'm tearing up as I type this. I had a gay friend who was the best. He moved away because the bullies were horrible and I mean HORRIBLE. So I apologize to you if you are being made fun of. Just know that I care the people who made this website care, and most important your not alone at all. There is 85 pages of peoples bulling story's. Take care stay strong

                                                                 Maddy.