one of the worst school years for me was when i was in the 7th grade.. yeah it was not a great year for me at all.. now my bulling was really not violent but i was being bullied more by words then actions. Now i really don't remember much about what they said anymore. but there was a time when i met this girl who was in the same grade as me and we started talking and we were friends but not best friends and we talk every so often. and one day i told her about the guy i liked and thought for sure she would not tell anyone and well she did and i felt so used. it was horrible things were not too great after that. but then one day my parents said we were moving and at first for some reason i didn't want to leave. but once we left and we came to our new home.. Well things after that a lot better. and i have to say what got me through all this was well... it was Jesus christ.. he helped me to heal and he helped to soon forgive those people that hurt me. yes it was hard but it was worth it. i know live in peace and i am no longer in school. so to everyone out there it does get better. it may not seem like it now but it will.SO i hope that Jesus can help you like he did me. Love you all :) 

I don't get bullied myself, but I have been and I know what it feels like.
I live in an area where most people have money to throw around. There are cliques, many in fact. It's almost like Mean Girls. The popular students exploit others for their personal gain. There is a slightly mentally handicapped boy in a few of my classes. Sadly, there is also quite a few bullies. They take him and make fun of him to his face because he doesn't know what they are doing. But there's nothing anyone can do about it. They don't straight up mock him, my school is very strongly anti-bully. They are sneakier than that. It's a lot more of the "oh my god he's my best friend (not!)" bulling. They act so sickly sweet to him but nobody realizes the moment he turns his back they mock him for being different. I am so sick of watching things like this happen. I've reported it so many times but when teachers come in to observe they can't see through the initial "kindness" they seem to put off.

ive got picked in my life for being bigger than the other girls at my school but i find that my strong personality helps me get through it. then theres the kids that i see get punched ,swore at, spit upon and when they fight back its here fault and the teaches and principals try to make them apologize and even if bystanders stand up and tell the truth nothing is done. and the guidence counslers talk all this stuff about how they will get suspended for bullying. NO!they dont get suspended  they get a warning and they have meeting to try to make  the bully and the kid  friends. and then theres the people that just laugh at it  like its nothing i for one want to live in a place were no matter what hieght,wieght,color of skin or nothing doesnt automaticlly make you a outcast!

I am a 27 year old woman and I have experienced bullying since I was a small child. I was tormented due to my social stature due to the fact I was raised in the bush with virtually nothing...had a roof over my head, clothes but it was always hand me downs, nothing new, no running water or electricity for 10 years of my life. I had bucked teeth and was picked on for that because I spoke with a lisp. Then when I was 10 years old, my family got evicted from our own house and was forced to move to a little town even further in the middle of no where. This is when the bullying escalated and became even worse for me. Moving to a town where I knew nobody, having to go to a new school where half the kids that attended were all somehow related to each other and being the "new kid" in the school. Got picked on for the fact I was a new kid, with bucked teeth and a lisp. I got beat up in Grade 6 by a male and no one around to protect me. In Grade 7,  I was out of school for a few months due to a bad case of head lice. I ended up getting called lice head by several other kids, I would get clearance from my family doctor to return back to school and the school nurse would check my hair again for lice and be sent back home again for more treatments. I spent many recesses inside the classroom writing lines for what reason, I have no idea. I was bullied and tormented and I had to waste my time writing lines? Every single day when arriving to school, I had to go outside and pick up my desk and bring it back into the classroom. I had things thrown at me, kids spitting in my hair, I retaliated back by throwing stones at some of the bullies and I ended up getting suspended for three days when the bullies did not get any punishment at all. It eventually got so bad where the principal was labelled as the trunch bull and my parents ended up withdrawing me from the school. For grade 8, I returned back to the school where I originally had attended, but the torment from the previous school did not stop there, the bully that beat me up in grade 6 ended up following my sister and I back to the school where we came from. The school bus was probably the worst, the place where most of the bullying goes unnoticed simply because the driver is too busy trying to operate a school bus and yell at a bunch of rowdy kids on the bus. Kids that were younger than me picked on me, a woman that had two children of her own and was 22 at the time tormented me, made the bus driver write me up so I got in trouble at the principals office meanwhile I did nothing. It got to the point where kids in the town would come to my parents house and torment my sister and I when my parents were present and have the bullies parents harrassing us and kids toilet papering the trees on the property. I eventually had enough, had enough of the bullies on the bus, the abuse I seen and endured at home and put myself in a foster home for 15 months, at this time I was diagnosed with a disorder called trichotillomania and for those who don't know what it is, its a hair pulling disorder. High school, in grade 9 I was called fugly because of the bucked teeth and the disorder. I walked in the halls and people were snickering behind my back calling me a bald barbie. I put up with it for years and when I was in grade 10, I almost attempted suicide by slitting my wrist with a razor. My mother called the cops on me, and was escorted to the hospital in a cop car and having a crisis intervention counsellor talk to me in the hospital. The counsellor made me realize that my life is important and that suicide is not the easy way out. Years progressed and as I got older and getting into the age of dating, I dated this one guy who cheated on me then got into a relationship for three years and it was probably the worst three years of my life. At first things were good, as they always are then things escalated, I was controlled, abused mentally, physically, emotionally, sexually. It took me several years of people telling me to leave until I found  the strength and courage to say I deserved better than that. I was in counselling, on anti-depressants etc having it brainwashed in my head that I was the crazy one and realizing after the fact that it was my ex the whole time. I was young, vulnerable and stupid. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I learned it, rebuilt my self-esteem back up and had to find myself again. I rarely talk about my childhood and these are miniscule details as to what I can replay over and over again in my head. I rarely talk because of the shame, and the embarrassment that my life has given me. I do talk to people I know and trust it helps with the healing. I am a huge supporter of Barbara Coloroso and her stand against bullying. I think everyone should read her book, the bully, the bullied and the bystander. Lets all do one thing together to put an end to this viscous cycle of violence. Bullying is also a learned behaviour and it is a behaviour that needs to be broken at a young age so it does not escalate into something much worse such as a teen taking their own life. And remember the saying "sticks and stones will break my bones and names will never hurt me" is a complete lie. words do hurt. think before you speak. 

For most of my life I have been treated differently. I've been the outcast in most of the schools I've attended. Other students would aim hateful words and would hit me for no good reason besides me being...different. I never said anything because well what was I supposed to say when no one would believe me or tell me "it will be taken care of." I am eighteen now. Not a single day goes by that I don't have the flashbacks or nightmares of the things done or said to me. I suffered in silence for to long. I am sick of seeing others treated with hate for the simple reason of being different. I want to make a stand for the ones still fighting. I want change. I want a better future.

i'm in 7th grade and i get bullied everyday. there is this girl who hits me and slams me into lockers. today in social studies she came up to me and started choking me, but nobody noticed not even the teacher or the students. I try to laugh it off but its not working. last night i started cutting my wrist. someone came up to me and asked what happened and if i'm cutting myself. i just ignored it. I think about suicide sometimes but i know i cant because of my best friend and my family.

I can relate to Alex in the movie. I told many teachers, my school counceler and anyone who would lend an ear. Eventually it got to a point where the school councelor told me to deal with it on my own and that there wasn't anything he could do to help me. It got really bad so instead of taking my life as others had done I decided to drop out of school and run away. I had no one to turn to my parents didn't know what to do. I was getting bad grades and they couldn't understand why. Being gay in the 90's was not a pleasant experience so I tried to run away from my problems. I lived homeless for 10 months on the streets in the middle of winter with only my backpack and  a few clothes I was able to gather. I was able to pick myself up thanks to the understanding and help of my mother and a few friends I was able to make while on the streets. Growing up this way has caused me to want to do good for the world and others. I would like to help!

I was bullied in elementary school for being overweight. When you're a child you do not need to hear that time of negativity. It follows you forever. I am never satisfied about how I look and I can just think back to those days. People are going to pick on you for their own insecurities and just because they aren't happy with them doesn't mean you shouldn't be happy with yourself. Remind yourself about those who love you and disregard the others. <3

I have been name called but that is it and i hope that is all that will happen to me that involves bullying expect saying no. One of my friends say that some girl at her school(we didn't go to the same school)bullied her and broke her shoulder blade and it has been 2-4 years since that happened but all the girl got was "Don't do that again" from the principal. That is not fair, that girl broke my friends shoulder for petes sake! And she still has a sliver of fractured bone in her shoulder.

My oldest daughter has been bullied since she was in 1st grade.  She was well liked by the teachers and most students.  One student did not like that.  Here is where it gets interesting.  We had noticed a change in her wanting to go to school and a couple teachers had noticed a change as well.  When we finally found out what was happening, we heard the same words "we'll take care of it" and "kids will be kids".  By the time 6th grade had come, we found out that it had not only gotten worse, but that nobody would step in and help.  We had meetings with the principal and superintendent many times. Unfortunately we go no where.  We had her keep a journal on a daily basis on what happened, who did it, what time it happened and the names of anyone that was around when it happened.  The final straw was when the bully told her that she was a mistake that should have been erased, that she just should kill herself and get it over with, that she was worthless and a waste of oxygen.  She came home with a locker combination bruise on her back and bruises all over.  We took pictures and call the sheriff.  The sheriff came and took what information was given to him.  He did file charges but the county attorney said that they would not pursue the case because the child was under 13.  They were not also going to pursue the case because there were to many discrepencies in the stories.  We had pulled her from the school and home schooled her for the rest of the year.  She was also under doctors care because of some thoughts had entered her mind about doing what the bully had told her to do.  She still has a hard time dealing with everything, but is really liking her dual enrollment with the home school and the new district that she is open enrolled to.  We found out that this bully had not only used our daughter as her own personal garbage disposal, but also made other peoples lives miserable.  The sad thing is that she is still going to the school, nothing was ever done, and she broke a door at school and still goes unpunished.  Her parents think she can do no wrong.  They are wrong.  My daughter now speaks up against those that are bullies and is a voice for those who cannot speak for themselves.  This is a film that everyone needs to watch.  Bullying comes in more forms that just verbal and physical.  She is doing a pageant and is giving a speech on being one voice, one word that can make a change.....