people would always hate me then this girl started calling me names and stuff then she had beat me up the school pricaple did nothing but put her in iss then another girl started pushing me then calling me names then the principle just said dont do it again i felt so sad and alone

Prime example: My brother. I recently joined his Mens Soccer team this year at the Bank of Montreal Soccer Dome on Rectory. He was constantly telling me when and where to position myself as the Striker(forward), how and when to play. As a younger brother wanting to respect my elder, my only brother, the uncle to my two beautiful boys decision. I valid his opinion and quit Soccer my favorite sport; a sport I've played since I was 4. The third playoff game was last night at 10:30. They lost. As much as it hurts me to now know the Lambeth Rebels got knocked out of the playoffs, I respected my brothers decision because he is suffering from an Illness which he does not have the knowledge or know of the resources of there to help cope with his problem. Hopefully he want's to join my team come next Indoor Season.

Jordan Kennedy

When my son was born, he couldn't speak intil he was 5 years old, I knew after having 2 other babies before him, that there was something wrong when he wasn't developing milestones that he should of been. So I took him when he was 2yrs. old to a specialist to start having him tested, he enter a special Ed class when he was 3and half for speech delays, then further testing found out he learning disabilties. That's how my story of my youngest son starts. He indured lots of teasing from other students for being different, he didn't know how to handle it so he would get into alot fights, I kept having him tested they labled him ADHD, BIpolar, all because me his mother was Bipolar, so they just assumed that was his diagnosis. Johnny was bullied all thru school, he is now a 11 th grader. When he was in 10th grade at a theraputic school, he was in a classroom with a total of 8 other students, 1 teacher, and 3 adult aides, my point of telling you how many adults where in the class with him, he got his nose broke, when he fell to the ground form being hit, he tried to get up and the boy kicked him back down to ground, this all happened with 4 adults in the room!! This story goes on, I could tell you so much more, but I don't even know where to begin. My son has been scarred terribly from all the horrible things that happened  to  him. Johnny was sent to a residential school in another state because acted out, by leaving a horrific voice message on his school's therapist's phone, because he was so scared to go back to that school where he felt helpless. Come to find out my son was diagnosised with PPD a form of Autism! WOW!! wish the people who were susposed to be helping us earlier on, took the time to give a proper diagnosis, I am just glad he is in a safe school, where he finally getting the help he needs to succeed in this world. Sorry, if this is hard to understand, but like I said, I his mother has Bipolar disorder, and dealing with all the stress of what has happened to my child has my brain stressed to the max. Hard for me to concentrate, deal with my sons illness daily, trying my best to help him thru it all, I hope no other parent or child has to go thru what we are , ever.

Why is it that people are not addressing Adult Bullying in addition to Youth Bullying?  We've seen more and more youth coaches using the same bully techniques against players on their teams that young people are using in schools.  Intimidation, putting down and playing mind games with players all for benefit of their son/daughter or friends. 

When I was in grade 2-3, my best friend started turning on me, and he started bullying me. That hurt me inside. He was manipulative. He could take my stuff, roof my balls, verbally bully me, frame me for stuff I didn't do and get away with it, and people would see him as the victim. He could get everyone in my grade to turn on me. He'd humiliate me and embarrass me to the point that I hated seeing him, I even had nightmares about him. The only thing that kept me going were the friends I had (I have an outgoing personality) and Jesus. Eventually, after I stood up for myself (some of my friends didn't stand up for me, but rather, joined his side, and teachers took his side), I gained this confidence against/towards him, and I didn't care what he did. I had friends to look to, so although he tried to make my life from gr. 2ish to gr. 8 miserable, I didn't let him. I have pledged to stand up for any bullying I see happen around me. I have an outgoing personality which is why I stood up for myself. Introverts don't, which is why we need to stand up for them. I have been compassionate to everyone I meet. I don't want them to go through what I went through, or anything worse. This crime needs to end.

P.S. In high school I am not bullied. However, I have sworn to stand up for any acts of bullying I witness.

I'm being bullied at church by another member there. The board members/ Pastor's tell me their working on it. I, don't believe it and don't feel safe there anymore. I, thought church was supposed to be a safe place? I, guess not this one. I, attend Grace Gospel Chapel in Seattle Washington.

I was a smaller kid in school. I am now 26. Growing up I never got bullied to extremes but I was the small quite kid in the corner just taking up space. I was blessed to have some friends because I was blessed with some athletic ability. I am so thankful for what God has done for me because I know others struggle for places to fit in. Therefore I can't complain about my situation too much. However my younger brother was not like me. He didn't have many friends and was picked on a lot. What hurts me the most is he was picked on at home far too often by me. My heart breaks and tears fill my eyes when I hear of kids being treated with anything other than compassion and love. It makes it so difficult for those kids to see that there is love, understanding, and compassion out there in the world. Although they can't see it at the time, there are people who love you and I believe a God who loves you more than you could ever know. I'm talking about a personal God who is watching over you and wants to know you, even at this very moment. I've learned that love is the answer for the world. And it starts with everyone of us. God Bless. Stay strong brothers and sisters.

Bullying started in the 2nd grade,when me and my mom moved to other town and at the same time i needed to change my school. My best friend was in that school and in a same class with me. Everything were actually quite good,but there was a girl same class with me how didn't liked me at all. And it showed leaving me outside of group. But that wasen't nothing..  At the 3rd grade when our school went to renovation,all pupils needed to change school,again. My best friend went to other class. I was some while friend with that girl who didn't like me,but when hers best friend moved to other town and my best frined came to my class again,that girl took my best friend and made my best friend against me. That was a start to a long end of our friendship. And at the same time her started to make our whole class against me,i was alone. At the 4th grade it started to go horrible,my ex-best friend and that girl and few other girls on our class wrote evil and nasty things abaut me. And my teacher tried to fix things but that girl started to fake-cry and situtation went so bad that my teacher made me say sorry 'cause there wasen't no evidence that these girls would be thous who wrote these things abaut me. ( Later came out publicly that that girl were wrote those thongs abaut me). At the 5th grade our class came very very rich girl who was that girl( who bulled me ) anoher best friend and that girl left my ex-best friend alone but quite soon my ex-best friend took that rich-girl and started to hang out with her and at 5th grade we got a new teacher,how takes bullying much more seriuser that my old teacher took. I am now at the 6th grade,and theres still some situtations when someone send me a nasty message or treat me badly. At next year start middle school( 7th-9th grade) and i'm going to same school with mouste of our class,but theres one direfrence: I have made one decision: I not going to let thouse girls treat me rough,i will find true friend and let thouse girls live their life and take care of mine and let me have amazing future no matter what happens! 

I was 11 years old when the bullying started. I am 12 now, the bullying was verbal. I didn't have anyone to talk to about it, I felt that no one would understand. I started talking to people on Tumblr, they helped me through. I started self-harming at 11 and I'm trying to stop, I'm now 5-7 months clean. And it DOES get better.

stay strong lovelies<3

It all started in the 3rd grade. I was a shy, innocent little girl. There would be a group of kids that would bully me either in the hall or in PE. They called me a loser and that I was ugly. Everybody laughed at me. At first I though it was a joke but it wasn't. So I would cry from and after school. I asked " why me?". One day I came home from school and told her that I've been bullied. She called my teacher and told her everything that had been happening. Afterwards, I would isolate myself from everybody through the rest of my years in elementary.

Ever since I started middle school, I've made more friends but have lost many. I'm now in 8th grade and feeling more confident in myself. I have the courage inside me that I never had to be able to stand up and say"enough is enough". And that is what u can do also. Take a stand for you and others. Don't be afraid for others to hear your voice. =)