It all started in grade 3, when I had to move to a new school. Not long after the school year started, we were all assigned a project where we had to do a presentation about our cultural background. Up until this point I had numerous friends. But that all changed pretty quick. See, I look white but I'm not. I'm Metis. As soon as kids found that out about me, they started to treat me differently. This I didn't understand. Simply because it wasn't something I did, but rather something I couldn't control. I was treated as though I had a disease or something. After a short while, it stopped. Or so I thought, but then I started to get picked on again. For the stupidest reasons, and other times for no reason at all. On top of that, my stepdad was constantly putting me down. Failure, pathetic, unwanted were some of the nicer things he's ever said to me. With my mom working evenings, I went from being picked on at school, to home where I was treated no differently for the rest of the night by someone who I looked up to as a parent. When grade 7 came around, I had 2 really good friends and a couple of other friends which were all boys. I wasn't into the things other girls were.  I'd rather wear jeans and a tshirt instead of "girly" clothes, I didn't care about how I looked, and I LOVED going to my uncles shop and help him and his business partner fix the cars. Because of this the girls in my class never wanted to be friends, instead they picked on me, so naturally I had more guy friends, which got me picked on even more. This went on right until the end of grade 8. I spoke to my grandparents about everything that was going on. They went and talked to my principal who did absolutely nothing. All he said was that kids are going to be kids and whether or not he talks to them, they're not going to listen, they're just going to do what they want. When summer came the bullying didn't stop. It continued through facebook. It got to the point where I just wished I was never born, that I never existed. This is when I started self harming. Not by cutting, but by taking salt and ice cubes and burning myself with it. I quickly became addicted to the feeling it brought and continued this for a few years, even after things got better simply because it felt good. It was how I dealt with my emotions. However grade 9 was a huge turning point in my life. I started a new school, and made friends. Real friends too. Not the fake ones I had growing up. It was also when I no longer had to deal with my step dad. He was out of my life completely.

Bullying hurts. Especially when it comes from a parent. But if everyone truly tries to help, things will change for the better and we will notice a difference. But no matter how hard things get, we can not give up. Ever. Things will get better, everyone just needs to stay strong.

I want apologies, I want vengence, I want freedom, I want friendship, I want it all and I want nothing. 
You've either ruined me beyond repair, changed me forever or made me a better person. I don't know whether to thank you or light you on fire. 

Nothing to complain about

When i was in high school i wasn't really the popular kind of kid always being bullied alot because of my size... being fat. And i sometimes get hurt and they will call me really nasty stuff... but then till one point of time, i decided that it should stop. I don't have to care about what they think about me and i learned to love myself more. And i hope that all of those people who got bullied in no matter what age in your life.  Remember to stand up for yourself, love yourself for who you are cause god makes no mistakes. Every child is special :)

When my daughter came home in shock from being bullied she said, "nothing seems real!" By the grace of God, I spoke, "it's right here, this is what's real", & even though I didn't know what to do as a parent, let alone a person, those words came out of my mouth & I don't know where they came from. My daughter is still being bullied & I've tried taking the measures to get help, my daughter is able to cope better & defend Herself. Words & actions can hurt! Sometimes the bully needs support too. Take politic funding out of mental healthcare so we can treat or kids from the mess ups we put forth.politicians are bullying & these kids are seeing it. A better world would be if we could get along & give our kids morals.

In the 5th grade, I was starting to get scared about going into Middle School. Because of me being scared, I was very emotional (I still am even though I'm not that scared of anything). At the beginning of the year I thought it would be fun because I had friends in the class and I thought that the person I sat next to would be really sweet. I was so wrong. I had very few people talk to me because whenever they did something and the teacher asked, I would tell the truth about it. Also the girl I sat next to happened to be the angriest girl in class. If I happen to turn the way she sat, she would start yelling at me and start yelling at me saying that I was cheating on a quiz or that I was looking at her funny. I felt so bad all through 5th grade and even though my teacher and parents helped a little, I still felt like I was bullied really badly.

On November 2nd, 2012 my older brother, Andrew P. Roach (of 19y/o), committed suicide. He was depressed and put further down by bullies. Throughout his middle school career we lived in a town where you had to fit in perfectly. He constantly came home with problems, he got a black eye in 8th grade from a student on the bus. He was shoved throughout the day and called names such as fag, faggot, bitch, and others. He's gone now, and it isn't fair. We need to take a stand against bullying and stop this. <3

I've recently made a video about my bullying story. It's not something that was easy to talk about! Only now, at the age of 20 have i realised that some poeple have no idea what it's like to say anything nice to anyone. So many people say "kids are cruel" and "sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never harm me"...i bet those people have never been bullying victims. 

My one lesson i gathered from my 10 year experience...you need to talk to someone, you have to get it off your chest and not bottle it up...it can lead to more harm than good.

Click here and watch my video

I was bullied in the 7th and 8th grade. Due to the fact that i am the only girl in my family i'm use to being around boys, so i would mostly only hang out with the boys at school. All the girls in my grade would call me a slut and other horrible names. I got in ttwo fights and was treaten many times. Then some girls and boys made a fake profile of me on MySpace and were saying very sexual things that i would never say! Also they would photoshop my face on naked bodies and send them to alot of guys. I went through a very emotional phase which was hard to get over. My boyfriend at the time broke up with me because he thought i was sending naked pictures to his friends, when it wasn't me! Cyber bully and any other knid of bullyinf needs to stop!!!

I was bullied throughout second to fourth grade. After attempting suicide four times I demanded to be pulled out of school. The pain that the kids did to me caused my other three attempts. I was in the mental hospital for six days in March 2013 after the seventh attempt. I am medicated now and safe, but I wouldn't have gone through any of this if those kids hadn't bothered me. I am now a freshman and dealing with worse troubles, but this time I'm prepared to live with them.