Before I would always do what people wanted me to do. I wanted to make others happy. For that I got called a whore and a slut. I tried to commit suicide once. I was a cutter as well,  but am glad to say I have stopped. I still get harassed at my school everyday by these three guys. I have been cyber bullied on Facebook so my mom made me delete it. Ever since I've been a lot happier. This one guy still makes statuses about me all the time so I called him and stood up for myself. So far he has not made a status about me :)

Hi well i was bullied once by these 3 mean girls that were just jealous of me.i was only 7 or 8 i don't remember but it all started when i entered this summer camp that i loved to go to but then these three girls came in and turned my summer upside down.i was really shy and i only had one friend the coach for the guy goup in the summer camp.we were really good friends but these three girls were really jealous that i was friend with him.we were such good friends that we even had this face that we would make at each other.so anyway i went to the bathroom and i see the girls in the bathroom touching up there makeup and i try to run away but they pull me in by my shirt and drag my inside...next thing you know my pants are wet because they put water on my pants so it looked like i peed my pants.i trying to dry it off with the hand dryer but i was in there for 10 minutes so it took me a long time so i got out!the whole summer they would call me pee pee pants...ppp for short.it gets worse!im in the 7th grade and i saw them.i thought to myself...i felt like i seen them before...it was the girls and it turned out they were in the 8th grade!!!they falled the grades so many times!ever since that summer i thought to my self...i would never make the mistake to bully a person!

Im so against bullying that im in this singing acting dancing group!and let me tell you dedicating my time acting just to show people that bullying is wrong means alot!

IM AGAINST BULLYING AND I WILL DO WHAT I CAN TO STOP BULLING!!!

It all began when I was 11 years old and starting high school. I'd gone to th e same school as my three best friends, and we were in all the same classes. After a few weeks, things started to change. They would sit at a different table, or position themselves so I couldn't sit with them. They stopped including me in conversations and started ignoring me. From there, it continued to get worse. By this time I'd come to realise they no longer wanted to hang out with me, so I sat on my own in lessons and became more withdrawn. 

Other people started joining in too. For no apparent reason, I quickly became the girl that everyone treated like rubbish. Whenever I walked down the corridor, people would point and laugh, or trip me up. I'd be left to work on my own for group projects, or forced to work with people who'd make me feel a million times worse. I was never attacked in the street or beaten up, but everything was building up, with constant looks, jokes, comments... I felt so humiliated.

In Year 8 - when I was 12 - I began self-harming. Although this may have been partly due to my parents breaking up 2 years earlier, I believe the main thing that drove me to that was this constant, relentless bullying. The bullying continued, and so did the self-harming - both getting progressively worse. I also came out as bisexual, which caused even more taunting. By the beginning of Year 9 I was severely depressed and had been referred to a mental health service for therapy. I desperately wanted all this to stop, but I couldn't recover whilst I was still being humiliated every time I walked into school.

In February 2012, I reached my breaking point. Someone had commented on one of my photos on Facebook saying something along the lines of "oh my god, she's so ugly, why doesn't she just go die?" My day at school had also been particularly awful, and later that evening I attempted to take my own life.

I'd like to say that I made a miraculous recovery; that once people realized how badly they were affecting me they stopped - but nothing changed. I kept the suicide attempt hidden, but eventually my self-harm was discovered and this just created more hatred towards me. Now I would walk down the halls and see people pretending to cut themselves, or shouting "emo freak" after me. I also developed bulimia. Six weeks later, I attempted suicide again, and this was the start of five or six more attempts - some more serious than others. My last attempt was in December.

In November 2012, I decided I would try and stop self-harming. I'd gone through several therapists and had been receiving professional help for over a year, and I finally realized there were better ways of coping with the bullying. I still struggle with depression, anxiety and urges to hurt myself, but as of today, I have not cut myself in 5 months. Things are beginning to look up.

I'm not going to lie and say that the bullying has stopped, but I've found a group of amazing friends who are supportive and stand up for me. Although I am trying to learn from my experiences and try to look on the positive side, I would never wish what I've been through in the past few years on anyone. I really hope that by sharing my story I can raise awareness of the horrible impact that bullying can have on someone's life, and to let anyone struggling out there know that there IS hope and it DOES get better.

Thank you for reading.

Hello, my name is Elisabeth and I am 18 years old.

When I was in grade school, I was bullied. Harshly. And in a sad twisted way, it has made me become a better person. Because I have the personal experience of being the victim and can relate to so many kids. 

I remember being shunned, hit, ignored, picked last in gym, called names, betrayed by friends for popularity and punished by adults for self-defense.

Because there were days when I couldn't take anymore and took a stand. And when founded by teachers, they accused me for "asking for it". Or for "doing something to give the child a reason to bully me". It made my blood boil whenever my bully, Patrick, would just get a tap on the hand and I would get detention. The reason why he was let of so easily? Because it was KNOWN to ALL THE ADULTS that Patrick has a short temper because of things going on at his home. They KNEW he had a violent temper and took pity on him for it, and it was ME who was the bully because I angered him.

There are many things I can remember, but the one I remember the most was when I hit him back. It was recess, and I was with my "friends" and Patrick came behind me and started punching me in the head.

As a victim, I was told by all the adults to "ignore" bullies, to "walk away". And feeling that the adults advice was only the wisest, that it what I did.

Punch after punch, I ignore him, I braced myself for it every time, but I ignored it, my "friends" would just stand there and watch him, and I tried my best to continue our conversation, while Patrick and his buddies would punch me over and over in the head. Then I remembered the rule "walk away"... Still ignoring him, I suggested to my friends if we should go somewhere else, so while we were walking away he followed, then came the shoves, slaps, pulling hair - he followed.

That's when I had had enough, the advice was not working and I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned around - not saying a word.

And I slapped him across the face.

Only once.  

No words said.

No violent hand gestures.

After all that punching, slapping, shoving, screaming names right in my ear, I slapped him once.

And I was given the same amount of detention as him "because I too, was being violent".

This document brought back to that dark place, and ugly burn in my chest came back, after all these years. Because I felt the injustice again. The feeling of being betrayed by the people who promised you that they'd protect you. That told you they understood your pain. And did nothing. 

It started at high school this back in 1984 i was made to do things that were i didnt want to do i had food thrown at me food wipped on my face stuff drawn on my face thrown in garbage cans called names beat up once a week stuff put in my locker pictures drawn of me to embarrse mei started to cute myself just so i could think of something other than why people hated me and what can i do to impress them i stopped going to school and habging out in places where i could be alone it was so hard for me even after high school what people dont understand it doesn't just effect you as a child it also effects you when you are older because you have a hard it setting high standards for your and always trying to impress everyone and then thinking are they going to like what did i do wrong but i got help and i love myself today and proud of who i am and i tell myself everyday long as i like and love myself i will be happy

Bullying, it is not always pushing someone, punching someone, calling someone a name.  Sometimes bullying is much more well covered.   Spreading rumors around that would hurt someone, telling others things that they trusted you to not tell, and "joking around" about things that someone is insecure about are all bullying too.  For me it started early.   In just third grade I heard the boy I liked telling my friend he would never like me because I was too fat and she just laughed and agreed.  Things only grew from there.  Rumors about me spreading.  Rumors saying that I called people things that they are not or doing things I've never done.  Soon I just could not handle it anymore.  When I would try to tell anyone who should be able to help that I was hurting they wouldn't understand.  How could I possibly get hurt by something, I am the always happy, always bubbly girl?  When I would say I was upset no one would believe it because just a moment ago I had a huge smile.  This smile, this perfection of mind that you see is not true though.  People only see what they want to.  They don't want to believe that the girl who volunteers, laughs, and talks to everyone could possibly be getting bullied.  Though the truth is, I am.  Bullying needs to stop now, not just the obvious kind, but the hidden kind as well.

I know when it began for me. When I started school. I never had the right clothes, to big, to small, to old. I was to fat. why couldn't I say my words right? To stupid or to proper. Nobody or attention whore. Stupid or nerd? Slut or can't get a boyfriend. Emo or to fake. There was always something. That ugly skank. That freak. Isn't she that lesbian? They would hit me. Threaten to kill me if I told on them. Threaten to cut the hair they were already pulling out. Steal things from me, hurt me. Call me things I didn't understand, and now can't bear to hear. Alone in the universe. My own family called me a mistake. Nobody seemed to listen to my pain. Everyone would turn away. So twice I tried to kill myself. But now I'm just the emo lesbian that tried to kill herself. "Maybe we should be her friend because she might come to school and kill us" "why are you different?" "Kill yourself" alone. And sad. And empty. So when does this stop?I moved, so now it's bette.  Only few dare to lay a finger on me. But I still hear the whispers that tear me to pieces. I'm someone different because of bullying. I hold myself like a mouse, and cannot bear to stand in crowds. I eat so little, because I worry about how fat I am. i worry, and I cry. My time has come and gone, the bullying can no longer take me down. Bit what about the others? THE OTHERS THAT ACTUALLY DO TAKE THEIR LIVES BECAUSE OF SOMETHING CALLED BULLYING THAT TEACHERS REFUSE TO PUT A STOP TO?! What about them? Who will be there? I want to see an end to bullying, because it hurts. 

My son who is now 19 had suffered horribly from bullying. It started with the name calling and being pushed around in middle school. He just never fit in with the kids in his class, he was an artist, an individual, someone who was not going to be like the others. Come freshmen year he decided to join the track team, we thought maybe the kids would accept him more if he were on a school sports team. They did not they continued making him the outsider, nobody would accept him, they did not like his clothes, his hair, his black painted nails. He would get pushed around the locker room and in the hallways. Everyone turned a blind eye. We tried to talk to the administration and we got the same old "well if we see it happen we can do something about it" and the ever popular "Josh just walk away from them, or tell them to stop" If telling them to stop would work don't you think it would have been done by now? He became more and more distant from our family and hid himself behind his hairstyles and his clothes. He was in a very dark place for quite a while. During his Junior year is when things got very bad for him. He was still being bothered by the same group of kids, except this time he was getting notes put on his locker saying "fag....god This was the last straw for me, I worked at the school and I went down to the principal's office and demanded they call the police about this, in my opinion the "kill yourself" was a death threat. The principal said she would get the police on the phone she said she would try. So I walked out of work to goto the police station, since we love in a small town the police were not there they were patrolling. When I got back to work I was called into the superintendent's office and told that the police were called and I would be told when they were there. I find out that the police showed up and I was not called back down until after they spoke to my son alone. Even the police said that they could not do anything about this because there were no witnesses. The social worker said that my son must have pissed someone off and the principal said it was normal teenage behavior and to ignore them, they wanted a reaction from him. The next day I did find out who put the note in his locker I went down to the principal and told her what I found out, the social worker was called in  and once again my son was interrogated without my knowledge. When I was called down my son was so irate he turned on me with his anger and told me I did not believe him either. What I found out was that the social worker and the principal accused my son of having a "love triangle" with middle schoolers and that's why they put nasty letters in his locker. This was the last straw for my family, we pulled our son out of school and I went to every bully meeting I could in my county to tell my story, only to find out that since our school had a "bully policy" they were doing a good thing. Schools do not care about our children we as parents MUST teach out children to respect others it will not get done with anyone but us.

My son started his new high school middle of his junior year and by the time he graduated he received a Pride award for overcoming this hurdle in his life. He became a mentor to freshmen and talked about his story with others hoping to educate them. I did however feel good that the principal and the guidance councilor did leave the district, I only hope they do not work again with kids or they have educated themselves and never blame another child for being bullied.

I have been getting bullied for my whole life. I always got shoved around,kicked,punched,name called,etc. I had no friends except like 1 and he was always there for me when I was in trouble and he was bullied too and now I want to  put a stop to this! 

I have been bullied before and i swear i couldn't take it anymore. When you are bullied and you have no friends you just want to put an ending to youre life but you resist. I was so fed up i told my parents and they put me in another school. Now i am in an International School and i must say i have a lot of friends that i would do anything for. Sometimes i see people bullying others and try to stop it and most times it works! I think if everyone is educated to try stopping a bully then Bullying will stop! I think it is possible!