Hi im jordan im 16 im pretty small for my age I get  called ugly and get pushed all the time mYbe there jealous or like me idk they keep stalking me but I get tired of it  and makes me want to shut down and I wanna stop bullying cause its wrong very wrong  

I'm an 18 years old danish guy, who was bullied all the way from the first grade. I was a bright kid, as in I was years ahead of the rest of them interlectually, but as soon as I would raise my hand in class and say something I would get yelled at, called names, punched or made fun of. When I befriended the quiet guy, things took a turn for the worse. Every brake we had, I would get punched, pushed, threatened, called names and all kinds of stuff. When I finished sixth grade, my family moved and I started in a new class which was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.

But even though it ended in sixth grade, the shit still haunts me. I have low self-esteem, have never even kissed a girl without being completely drunk and the now three times where I have had a chance to establish a relationship with a girl, I'veblown it because I just didn't have the guts to do anything about it.

Mentally it has been very, very tough on me. I never told anybody because I didn't want my parents to worry about me so it has all built up inside me and it has affected my grades in school very badly! I have also tried to cope with it in several different ways: I've cut myself for a good amount of time, I've been drinking heavily, starved myself and taken painkillers.

Fortunately, I've now been surrounded by lovely people and although there's only two or three whom I've actually told all of this to, I'm still making great progress!

it was i third grade when i was getting bullied by my friend i was very scared of her and the people at my school she always wanted to fight and punch and hit me but i didnt do anything back because i know that people will think that i am a bully and i knew i had to stop it so i stopped being her friend and she finally said soory

I'm a 25 year old german guy and yeah, I was bullied too. It all startet back in the 5th grade. One of my best friends died because of cancer. It was such a hard time for me and I thought it would be the hardest time of my life but it was just the start. He was one of my best friend and I missed him as hell, so I was sad. I guess that was the reason why the started picking up on me. Nearly the whole school called my faggot, cloned girl, sissy and so on. It was the hell on earth for me. I cries so many times at home, didn't wanted to go to school anymore and I was to shy to talk to my parents about it. They knew something was wrong but I only told them little things. I graduated at the age of 15 and was so happy to start a job training and to left school behind me. You need to know, I was going through hell for nearly five years ... another year and I don't know if I would still be here to write this down.

The first year of my job training was great. I was happy, my colleagues were great and I also liked the vocational business school. In the second year of my job training, it started again. I was bullied by some of my colleagues. They treated me like sh**, and I nearly lost all my self-confidence. I tried to ignore it, I needed a job but it was ... the hell ... again. I went sick so much times, I can't even count it. After six years, I left the company without looking back. 

Today? Right now I'm looking for a new job but I'm very optimistic that I'll find a new one soon. Last year I came out as gay. I new it for many years but I was to shy to tell everyone about it. I came out to my familie and my friends, they accepted me the way I am. Well, I don't have a boyfriend yet but hopefully this will change soon too.

I need to say one more thing: I went through hell, I cried for so many times and there are scars on my sould which will never go away - never, but it gets better. Right now I'm looking for some psychological help to get my sh** together and start my very own future. No one can tell me who I am or who I should to be. I am Mike - nothing more and nothing less. I'm just me and I growed up. All this sh** I've been though helped me to grow up. I'm not the toughest person around, I'm not the as happy as I should be but my time will come - I know it!

Btw. I'm sorry but english isn't my native language. I hope you guys will understand what I was trying to say.

Thank you for reading this!

Since I was in third grade i have been bullied, my name is tess and my older brother and his friends started called my tess tickles (testicles) and i though it was a joke because it was my older brother and we were young so i just thought it was something that brothers do to little sisters, but in the forth grade people used that name to hurt me but i still ignored it. Yes it made me upset but you know i 6 years old i didn't know what testicles were. After a while the name got tired and no one called me that anymore, but the bullying didn't stop people would throw basketballs, and soccer balls at my head, so i would hide the best i could away from those kids but i went to school with only 47 students in it so it was easy to find me. The ball throwing went on until i started high school. When i began high school the first year was great for me but horrible for so many people that i bullied because i thought bullying makes you cool and stuff but that all went down the drain in the second year of high school when i saw those kids that i picked on go and sit with their older siblings or by themselves and i felt horrible because i had been bullied, so one day i was talking to one of the girls i bullid her name is (NOT SAYING HER NAME she wants to keep her name confidential) and i was so mean to her so i decided that i wanted to apologise to her and i wanted to start over with her because it was horrible to see her sad because i knew what it was like to not have many friends so i went up to her and i could pure fear in her eyes because she was scared that i was going to do something to her anyway i went and sat with her and i apologised for every horrible thing i did to her and we started to talk more and more that day, my ''Friends'' saw me talking to her and basically disowned me as a friend. but me and this girl became really close good friends for three years we were called dykes, grossoes, fugly fat f*cks, but one day we decided that we had enough so one day in PE class they were picking on us for not getting points for our team and there was 7 seven people against 2 seems fair. Anyway they kept calling names and all we said was cool everytime they insulted us all we said with a monotone voice was cool then they asked us if that was the only word we knew and started calling us retards we just said cool. Now i'm so glad and apologised to her or else we may have never have become bestfriends and friends with lots of people and those bullys have only got each other they tried to apologise to us but we knew it was fake now not many people pay attention to what they have to say and now im happy loving life and most people can change. I may not the prettiest girl out there but it doesnt matter i love who i have become and those girls will forever and alway be ugly right to the BONE!!!    

When I was little and still today, I was bullied for being over weight. I was called Hungry Hungry Hayley by my own family. I would laugh and smile, but inside I knew that they didn't love me. I went to a private school in 6th-8th grade, where the normal was size 2 and very pretty. I was a size 16 and not pretty. I was teased and picked on by the boys and sometimes the girls. When I got to high school, I thought it would be a little better because others would be my size too. I was wrong. My own friends would call me fat and I felt like sometimes I had no one. I would help my friends make fun of a person I didn't like or say that someone looked fat and ugly. It made me feel like my friends liked me, but I would just feel guilty and sad afterwards. Somedays I would just come home and cry. At home, I had to deal with a mean boy who would be so mean to me, and of course he didn't have to deal with being over weight so he would call me fat and ugly. I hated my life. I didn't know if I wanted to be at school or home. I would think what is wrong with me? Why am I the ugly one? It's affected me so much that I still feel like when I go into class or walk down the hall way, that everyone is talking about how fat and ugly I am. I don't want to feel like this, but that is my life.

I was 15 years old when my brother committed suicide. He was only 13. He was being bullied and he didn't want me to tell mom and dad. I had to. I had to protect my little brother. I did whatever it took but it wasn't enough. My mom fought but they just didn't care. Now we are all left thinking was it our fault. He was my only sibling. I should've done something better. Who's next? They started to disrespect my brother more after he died. It made me so angry I felt the urge to let all my anger out on one of the bullies.

I know bullying is a terrible thing to go through, and trust me I've seen it happen and even saw it happened to my own friends! But that does not mean we can give up hope, faith, and trust that one day bullying will be stopped. we have to stand together and help each other as if that was your own friend or sister or brother. 

Sometimes, your closest friends can end up being the worst bullies. I am in 7th grade. I go to a private school, and the classes are really small. I have been bullied for a long time. Sometimes, we think bullying is when someone calls someone a bad word, or physically hurts them. No. Bullying is everywhere.I have been friends with this girl for the longest time.

But last year, she started getting really rude. She would call you mean names, push you, shove you, and if you got really hurt and she could tell, she'd say "Just kidding girl! We really need to hang out sometime." When she kept doing this, it was really hurtful.

She only said nice stuff to you after the bullying. She didn't want to get in trouble. It really is mean.She is still doing this, and I don't know what to do.

It really hurts and I want it to stop. Everyone thinks its funny until it happens to them, yet, no one has told her to stop. If you tell her to stop, she overreacts and goes to talk to her friends. I need help.