I'm 16 years old now but experienced bullying at the young age of 11. I will never forget the things that were said to me throughout my primary, intermediate and college years (I'm from New Zealand). I was really introverted because all my friends were a year older so when they went off to Intermediate I found myself alone. I started writing music, and reading a lot of books to keep my mind off the bullies.

My family were Croatian so I wrote my name Danja (Danya) which made them call me Danger. I would walk around and people would yell "look out! you're in the danger zone!". They would throw food at me at lunch and I would kinda just sit there. People would befriend me and then join in the bullying. My last year of intermediate some girls even made a page for people who hated me, telling me i was worthless and to go jump off a bridge because i was a waste of space. That year I started self-harming, too. My school shrugged it off and the police told my parents they couldn't do anything unless I could get the school involved.

I thought things couldn't get worse but they did. When I reached college (I was 13) this girl in my class would call me her bi*ch and would shove me around, pushing me into doorways, following me home from school, yelling names with her friends. That year I was re-united with my bestfriend who was my only friend. She was a tough girl who had a lot of self-esteem issues herself so she would stick up for me, when at night i would help her back. The next year she moved islands so I'm now lucky if I see her once every 4months. Once she left it got worse and worse and I developed depression and anxiety. I attempted suicide twice which made them bully me more. It turned me bitter almost and I started to skip school, hiding in the bathrooms by myself.

That year I was performing in a bar when a man came up to me and introduced himself as director for Coldplay. He gave me the full "Coldplay Experience" taking me backstage, showing me everything they do, how they make music, how they do what they do basically. It broke me out of my bubble and I knew what I wanted to do from then on. I decided i was going to make music and I was mostly going to make a change.

I started writing more and more music, excelling in English and Music to keep myself occupied. I made some older friends in the Musical circle and began to stand up for myself. By the time I was 15 I started getting back on track, standing up for myself getting out there. 

The emotional stress was still there, though. I had problems with drugs as my escape, so my parents refused to let me be on anti-depressants so I had to handle it naturally. I started to get panic attacks when I least expected them and I was really confused. It became hard for me to obtain relationships which was difficult because I was just trying to find my place. My parents became worried and took me to my local gp who said I had Emotional Dysregulation which was like a post-traumatic stress thing. I developed anxiety and bipolar which landed me in the country's Health System. 

Twice a week I travel to my local hospital to get check-ups and I'm slowly coming right. This documentary really helped me realise that there are other people out there dealing with what I went through and if I could say anything to you guys it's that things can get better if you let them. My blog ( http://t33n--idles.tumblr.com ) is dedicated to calming things so that when I get anxious I can go on there, look at soothing things and listen to calming music. It might help you, too :) It's named 'Hold On' which is something I live by. Just Hold On. It will get better :)

I am 41 years old now, and yes, its been years since my school days, but I will always remember the names of the kids who bullied me for years.  I was the new kid in school, the quiet kid, so it made me an easy target.  One kid in my nieghborhood threatened to beat me up, so she got the other kids on my street to gang up on me.  I remember being scared to death to leave my house, to take the bus to school or even step foot inside the school.  I remember every day being scared, of crying wishing that I could just hide in my room and never leave.  But my bullying didn't stop with her.  It seems liked where one bullied finally left me alone, there was always another there to take their place.  A couple of years later, a new girl arrived on our bus, and she sat behind me.  The very first day, she started pulling my hair while we were riding the bus, when i cried out in pain, she just mimicked my cries.  I didn't know her name or anything, I had no clue who she was.  But this went on every day.  I will never forget the day my parents came to the school and i was called down to the principals office to confront this girl.  I have never been more scared in my life.  I was pretty short that year, as I was only 13.  This girl looked like an amazon, she was very tall, so needless to say I was petrified.  She lied to the principal and told them I had threatened her.. my first thought was "why would I do that, you are much bigger than me, I don't know you and it wouldn't take much for you to hurt me", the prinicipal said, "if they were boys I would just let them go out into the woods beside the school and duke it out".. at that point I am thinking he is going to let this girl kick my butt, and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.  So this girl I think was told she couldn't ride the bus for a week, and lucky for me, someone saw her picking on me, and approached me at lunch.  Again, I didn't know this girl either, and she was bigger than the bully, and I thought, OH DEAR GOD no, she is ganging up with this girl, but to my surprise, she asked if this girl on my bus was picking on me, and I very quietly said "yes", and this girl told me not to worry, she would take care of that problem and that girl wouldn't pick on me anymore", in that moment I firmly believed in devine intervention.  Someone noticed, and i didn't feel so alone and for the first time in years, the fear left.  One person out of hundreds was willing to stand up for for me, to say "enough".  I look back now and I stand in awe of this person who advocated for me.  I will admit, this was not the last time I ran into someone who wanted to kick my butt for no reason, other than I was the odd kid, but it took for me to reach my senior year in high school to find my voice and stand up for myself, and once I stood my ground and said no more, the bullying stopped.  I didn't have to resort to violence, but found that inner strength that I didn't even know that I had.  I read the news now as a mom of teenage kids and it kills me to see what the world has come to.  The internet can be a wonderful thing, but when it comes to bullying, this brings it to a whole other playing field.  The bullying goes beyond the school walls, and school buses.  THese bullies are invading our kids homes, the safety and security of where our kids should feel safe is being violated.  As a parent, the parents of these bullies need to be held accountable, I know if my kids were ever caught picking on someone for any reason, they would have harsh consequences to face.  laws need to be passed in states that don't have them to protect the kids from bullying.  Here in massachusetts, bullying is against the law, it becomes a federal crime to intimidate a child with bodily harm, its harrassment and there are harsh legal repercussions.  But the education of our young people is just as vitally important.  They need to learn that its NOT okay to pick on someone, for any reason!  and advocating for someone who is being bullied is not a sign of weaknes.  No child should ever feel that suicide is the way out, no child should ever be made to feel worthless.  There is a place for EVERYONE in this world.  That these kids are loved, and that they have something special to offer.  I just only hope one day, topics like this are a thing of the past, but until then, get the word out, stand up for those who can't speak for themselves, if you see someone getting bullied, report it.  There is safety in numbers and its our job to keep our kids safe.  to those kids on this site who are being bullied, don't give up, reach out to an adult, a friend, anyone that will listen, and realize you aren't alone! people do care, that you are worthwhile and don't anyone tell you differently.  Hatred is just a form of fear and ignorance.  I have walked a thousand miles in your shoes, and there is light at the end of the tunnel, you will get through this, and there are people willing to stand up for you and help!  Change happens, and its with websites and people out there spreading the word that we can get this bullying to end once and for all!

Well 6th and 7th grade was very hard for me. I was born a girl but sometimes I felt like a boy. I flowed between the two gender. But since I was still young I had trouble figuring out if I was a girl or a boy. I told this to my friend and at first she seemed caring. Little did I know she was going to spread this secret conversation to all the popular kids. That same day I was getting picked on! I was told a lot of hurtful things for a while. The most common phrase I heard was, "Oh hey look he/she" I remembered that while changing for PE, everyone kept slamming into lockers saying that I like watching them change. I even got threatened by boys saying that they want to fight me and they wouldn't feel bad because I was a he/she. This lasted up to 9th grade. It wasn't until I met my amazing friends that helped stood up for me. They helped me figure out I was gender-fluid! I know stand up for me and other kids that I see get bully. 

It was in fifth grade. I thought he was my friend until he started calling me names and touching me. Whenever he got mad he would yell out abusing names. Even one time we where going inside the classroom and he kept yelling names at me and I was always crying. The bad thing was that my teacher had no clue because he yelled out the names in spanish. One day, I remember, he went off again, he cursed me at lunch saying that I was going to die if I told my mom about what he did. I kept telling myself that I had to tell my parents. I finally called my mom. On a Monday I talked with the principal and the police, and they just suspend him. It was finally over, but he still looks at me with evil eyes like he wants to kill me. I hope this can stop and he'll just leave me alone for good!

I will never forget the level of hatred I had towards my bully. The sad part is, I felt like there was NO ONE I could talk to about him bullying me. There were witnesses- he wasn't afraid of having others hear what hurtful things he had to say. In fact, he enjoyed the audience. I finally had enough and right before class was going to start he approached me with his usual daily dose of verbal assaults. So I went off on him, yelling profanities that I didn't even know I knew. So, guess who gets in trouble? Me. I never understood why that teacher never asked for my side of the story. I'll never know. Now that I'm a teacher, I'm extra vigilant in protecting those who need someone to speak up for them. I do not and will not tolerate bullying in my classroom or school. 

I was one of the biggest kids in my class in grade school. I was never picked on by the kids on my class but most certainly by the older kids. They simply assumed that i was just a small fifth grader instead of a big first grader. I was physically and verbally abused by all of the older kids and eventually the younger kids started doing it too. I never told my mom because when I was younger I was always told to suck it up and she was always happy when i acted tough. But eventually it got so bad that I was being strangled to the pint to where i was left unconscious at the bus stop and an older gentleman found me and contacted the police. We moved after that. At the new school, I took a different approach from the one i had before. I took the side of the bully. I wore a mean face through most of third grade. I was eventually stopped by a kid who would later become my best friend. I can't remember what he said, but it must have been good to make me stop, because i did. But when i dropped my tough act, I was immediately targeted again. I was mostly made fun of because of my weight and how big i always looked. For the rest of elementary school i became very detached. I only talked to my few friends and no one else. In middle school, i knew no one and was targeted yet again for my awkwardness and weight. I was liked by a few people due to my joking nature. IN eighth grade i attempted suicide. My mom was out of town, and i grabbed a rope and tied it to the  ceiling fan. Have i ever mentioned my weight? because that was my ultimate downfall... Literally. I fixed it before my mom got home and acted like nothing ever happened. I'm in tenth grade now and I'm still feeling the hate. But I know that eventually things will get better. Maybe it will be tomorrow. Maybe ten years from now. But I know things will all be okay.

I was bullied as long as I can remember. I am currently 14. I was always teased for my weight, I remember how I never felt safe near anyone. I had no friends. I was teased at school, and even at my babysitters. I was always called fat, by kids and adults. When I was 3 my da was arressted and I knew some how it was my fault, that I wasn't good enough. I thought that because of the fact I was heavy it had to be why. I wasn't a pretty daughter. One dy at school things went too far. I had finally come out as bi and a guy kicked me in the back of the knee and when I fell a girl started kicking me. I was bullied on the bus as well and called fat, ugly, possom girl, and worthless. I came home crying every day and my mom didn't listen. There was nothing she could do. I reported things daily. I was 10 in the 6th grade when I first cut. It was the worst mistake of my life. It finally stopped in 8th grade when I had enough. I fought a girl and yelled my lungs out at everyone on the bus. But it began again shortly after leaving my abusive ex. at this time I ad just been released from a pshyciatric facility over my continuous cutting addiction. He spread hurtful rumors abuot me and threatened my life in front of the whole school on valentines day. When I spoke up for myself the administrator behind me told me to shut up and keep walking. The cuting soon became bullimia and anorexia along with drug abuse and alcoholism. One day it was too much, I attempted suicide at my high school by taking a handfull of my prescription sleeping pills and antidepressants along with a whole bottle of liqour. But I found the love of my life and he helped me through it. I have been clean from self harm and sober from drugs and alcohol since march 1st of this year. The point of me sharing my bullying experience was to show that words can cut deeper than any imaginavble blade and can kill the strongest of the young. I know that with bullying comes with self destructive behaviours. I can promise you everyday is another step to happiness. It's never the end. Things will get better. I know everyone has been told that at one point but Ive come to realize it's true. everyone will have a day where the pain will fade away and you will have nothing but pure happiness ahead, wheather love from family or a special somebody or even a pet! I love everyone who is willing to make a difference in the world for the better. If anyone is feeling low or just want a friend email me at [email protected] or text or call me at 3863151884. I am willing to give advice to anyoneat all. I will promise to email back as soon as possible but I wont reach you as quickly as I can through phone. Do not hesitate to speak up and ask for help. Scilene is the deadliest thing in life, remember, say what you feel and feel what you say because those who matter dont mind and those who mind dont matter - Dr. Suess. Don't be shy to give me a call or anything. If I could change one life or even simply put a smile on a strangers face who seems to be down on their luck, that would make my life. Keep your high held high and a smile on your face. Love who you love and know everyone is worth it. Nobody is ugly, stupid, fat or worthless. We are all a work of art and given a heart to love. Think twice before you pick up that blade, pills, or booze. Think twice before you want to end your life. LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL! All you have to do is change your perception on the bad in this world and hope it will change. Hoping is the first step to acheiving. LOVE YOURSELF <3

When I was 10, I was hit by a car. I was in a coma for 2 months. I came out normal, but I have a limp & slight spasticity in my arms. I'm 35 now, but am often still looked at as though I was 10, & was just coming out of the hospital. I've accepted who I am, & halos don't worry about what people say or think of me. 

Bullying never stops, it just becomes easier to deal with.

i was bullied in school a couple of times but at first i tried ignoring it but then it got annoying because i could not ignore it i have a learning disibilit y called adhd and people think ohh peopel with special needs are dumb but we are not even though we look dumb were not soo ya STOP bullying 

i was  four years old when i someone start bully me. i didnt why they did, i remember walking down the street minding my own business when their was two 12 year old boy. they started walking towards me, so as me i was trying to act freindly saying hey guy not knowing i was about to get beat up by them. they looked at me then one of them slap across my face, i fell then they started stomping me into the ground. i left alone in the cold i walk home to a mother who ask me what to you, :i just got beat up mom then she said oh well you of run.i was bully from the same for 2years until i thought to myself enough is enough i am not taking no more. the next day at school i saw one of them  he called a bad word i cant say it, after that lost it i gave him all i have, so i won. iam 18 now and play football now so one messing with no more. here my point that person i was maybe you now, i know how you felt trust me i know but dont gave up . dont gave in fight the fight and you will win

- Davon Wlson- 1 reaction