This Kid (no names) Always took my Food during lunch and pushed me down at recess and everyone else was laughing

On May 14, 2010 I received a call saying my daughter was involved in an "incident" at school, but they said "don't worry, she didn't retaliate".  What sort of incident is this?  She was jumped right in the hallway of her school by one girl and held by another girl.  She was beaten so brutally that they broke her eye socket and shattered her nose, severe concussion and brain trauma; all while over 60 kids just stood around and NOT ONE KID stepped in to help.  What are we teaching kids these days?  Since when do you NOT stand up for your fellow schoolmate?  Since when do you just STAND THERE and watch someone be so brutally beaten that they just sit around for over a month coloring in coloring books, can't sleep at night afraid they will come back.  Now, 3 years later, we still deal with the trauma, but because we stood up for our daughter, our son us now bullied because he is "Christie's Brother".  So what, no one was there to help.  Not one person stepped in to help, not one person stepped up to help pay for medical bills, we are still paying for medical and therapy with no end in site - all because NO ONE stepped in to help.

It takes JUST ONE person to say STOP.  It takes JUST ONE person, to smile at someone that you've never smiled at.  It takes JUST ONE person to sit with that lonely kid at the lunch table.  It takes JUST ONE person to say, NOT TODAY.  I take a stand and I may be JUST ONE, but I will do everything I can in my life to make sure NOT ONE kid is hurt again because I am JUST ONE.

-Nan Paulick

My grandson has been bullied for 2 years at his school. Everyday he came home upset and scared to go to school. He was always called names that hurt him bad. He would be left out of activities. Some of the kids who were bullying him would even stalk him out after school. After school he would go to play with some kids, and a bully would come and threaten him to leave the play ground. One day after school he took his bike and went to the playground and he was shoved off his bike, and he fell off, the bike getting twisted, and he was all bloody from falling off and hitting a cement parking block. He got a broken nose, and cuts on his head and face. Another time when he was in school, he asked to used the restroom, and after he went, another student asked to use the restroom, and went from behind my grandson, and started to choke him. I called the police department and all they could do was go and speak to the kid and his parents. That didn't stop them. He would go to the principle and still nothing would be done. Then came the day he was assaulted by 3 boys on the playground. What they were doing was what they call tea bagging him. That's where they sat on his face and rub their genitals on him. My grandson was screaming and no one would come that was supervising the playground. Then a student friend picked up one of the boys and threw him off of my grandson. This student then went to the teacher and then it was stopped. The principle called each boy into the office and their parents. The boys were suspended from school. I called the police department again and they said they couldn't let me press charges cause the boys were under the age 12. I requested he was transferred to another school immediately. It really upsets me that nothing more was done to these boys. They should of been removed from the school, either being expelled or transferred to another school. 

It happened about a year and two months ago. Me and my friend were walking to another friends house to go play music. On the way there we cross underneath a bridge where there were six jocks. They've been harassing us since the beginning of the year. Well they started to again and my friend snapped. He started fighting one of the guys then I got involved when they took my guitar and smashed it. I was so outraged by the act I couldn't control myself. I charged after them. In the end I only had a bloodied nose while he had a black eye, but the other guys retreated after we had knocked a few out and accidentally sent o few to the hospital. It wasn't my best act against bullying but it worked. They stopped messing with everyone. Especially when me or him walked by. We would go stand by the victim and give them support. We had changed they way the school had thought of the "lonely emo kids" they were afraid of us that they started to become our friend.  I would like to say that it has stopped completely but I cannot. We still see it all the time but now it's with the lower class men. We are trying to change it but with all the difficulties switch school we haven't made much progress 

My name is Chloe Smith. I started to get bullied when i was in kindergarten. i has just made friends with the most unpopular kid, Haley, and then nobody wanted to talk to me. Then in 3rd grade I found out that she was moving the next year and luckily I had one other friend at that time because she had just moved there and her name is Olivia. The next year me and Haley had a sleep over and she wanted to go home and she cried on the way there. Well me being me i cred too. The next week this girl Rachel had come from a sleep over from Haley's house and said that Haley said that i had called her a cry baby. Then the next week some of Haley's new friends come and told me that Haley was telling everybody all my secrets and saying that i was such a bad person. So now three years later we still don't talk and i moved to a new school. Well at this new school i made a friend that i still have. I also befriended his ex. 7 months later she doesn't talk to me and her boyfriend is telling me that nobody likes me and i she go kill myself. But right now i have a few friends. But I'm just sick and tired of people who i think are my friends not being my friends.

I used to see people getting bullied but instead of doing anything I became a bystander. I knew that what they e were doing was wrong and I should have been a voice for the silent. I thought if I were to something I would be bullied at on point I couldn't take it and i told the bully theta what he was doing wasn't cool. and he backed of but now I know to always stick up for the silent.

My name is Lakshmi Fernandez. When I was 9 and 10 I used to be called ugly,

fat, stupid, nerd for getting good grades and there was a girl and she was the Daughter of the one who created the school, and she used to hang out with me 

but she never was a friend and I always knew that but I always was alone in that school but she always Criticized me, she acted like my friend and we ended fighting and the school let me behind, I had good grades but they never passed me but now I'm a homeschooler

My name is Rebecka and I'm from Washington. I'm only 15 years old but I have endured a lot in my life. When I was in elementary school, people use to tell me that I was fat and ugly. They would call me a nerd and look at me like I was different. Then middle school came, everything was going great until I starting dating a guy and then everyone started spreading rumors about me. Between elementary school and middle school, I transformed. Now a days, I'm very close to pretty much everyone but when I have to put someone in their place, I will. I never really told my family about anything, and I don't plan too. I think I handled everything perfectly fine. I didn't say anything to them, I just simply ignored them. I am now a Christian and God has led me to do things that I never thought I would do.

Bullying is a cruel thing, and has to be stopped. No one, absolutely no one has a right to take someone else's happiness away.

Don't worry; everything will get better soon, I promise :)

Hi =) My name is Zech, I just turned 21 a few days ago and I used to live In a super small town in California but now I am living it up in Buffalo New yOrk =) As a kid I always knew I was gay, no doubt, but the way my family reacted to other people that were made me hide it for so long until I came out when I was 15. It wasnt that hard to be honest for me anyway, I told my mom and she was fine with it, my sister said that no matter what she would always love me. but I would tell  my dad for another 2 1/2 years...my entire childhood I didnt have friends. so that was tough,.

I was insanly shy and wanted someone to prove to me that they wouldnt hurt me. so if one day someone approched me and asked to play at recess or something I would, then the next day Id wait for them to approch me, but they never would. a few months ago I reconnected with a few people I knew back in elemetry school on facebook and they told me the oly reason no one wanted to be friendsw with me wwas because they all felt I was stuck up. I would named called and everything but never physically hurt. I was never rewlly physically hurt...unless I did it myself. I did it between 6th and 9th gradewhich I know realize did nothing but now makes it the most difficult converstion to have with anyone, be it my boyfriend, family, friends, co worjkers, classmates, even the tattoo artist thatdid my ink.

I would always go to the nurses office, or the lunch ladies area, or the library and read or clean or talk to the ladies. I just felty more comfortable around older women and liked listening to them talk. but I wanted people my age to hang out with ut was tooooo shy. then middle school came and that brought the term fag to my life. Id get called that through the halls all the time. it offended me deeply because these people didnty know me, they just felt like calling me this. I finally stood up for myself and got friends around 8th grade year and I started to become a bit better. then I ended up changing schools for the 3 time in 10 years (I repeated 3rd grade) and that was insanly tough...I had no friends in the new town I didnt know a soul, I was scared and worried. so I began the cutting again. it int the best part of my past.

but 10th grade is wghen the worst stuff hapopened. now I had already tried suicice twice but never fulfilled it. only landed myself in mental hospotals. but then 10th grade things began changing. I started beliving I deserved more. and In the thought process I became more social and outgoing and tried out for my cheer squad. I became such amazing close friends with them and it felt awesome finally being noticed. but the only thing I didnt realize...with good attention, comes bad attention. I heard fag way more and sissy and homo and all those stupid words people think hurts me bnow. I think I built up one hell of an immunity to those words because they dont bother me. anyone calls me those words now I just laugh at how immature they are and think insulting sdomeone is going to resolve any issue. wellback to the story, sorry I get sidetracked a lot! =p well it was towards the middle of 10tyh grade when things started happening. I would have soda cans thrown at me by the redneck hick kids that think just because Im not like them I shouldbe treated worse than the dirt on their boots.

I had even glass bottles thrown at me multiple times.  even was threatened with being hung. they came to school with a noose rope and started laughing at me swinging it..I told the school and they didnt do anything...mainly because they were all football players and baseball players and the main reason the school was getting money because the teams were doing so good, that and the princiaple was a total jerk. I myself only had to go to his office once for something bad in the entire 2 years I was there and that was because my cell phone went off 5 minutes before the school day ended and I had to retieve it from him. evena lot of the teachers were horrible.

Soemone had written in spanish on a peice of paperr and put it on my back that i was a fag and needed to kill myself that no one would miss me. the entire math wing and science qwing teachers didnt say anything but laugh. my spanish teacher was the nicest and told me what t said and said I should call the cops. but I knew they wouldnt do anything. I was just some gay kid to them. my geometry teacher even told me to leave class because my shirt saidI was against prop 8 which was against gay marriage. I was like why and he said that shirt is innapropriate even though a kid had a stick on his backpack that said vote yes and the teacher couldnt have missed the sticker...seeing as how it was his son. I had finally had enough, I went home and planned to end everything ebcause no one would be hyome, but I discovered my mom and stepdad home, that night we got into a huge fight because his friends found my facebook and he is 100% against gay. he even told my mom to choose either him or me. then when I started yelling at him he went to go hit me but my mom held him back and he alsmost hit her but then I shoved him away into the closet door. that night I slept on the streets.

after that night I stayed with friends of mine in the town so I could still go to school and everything. then the decion was reached for me to move to my dads here in buffalo and it was the best move. my junior and senior year were amazing, I found the best friends anyone could ask for, I now have the most amazing boyfriend on the planet, family sucks but when I get my own placve things will be better, and my life is just getting better. all because I believed I deserved better abnd I went for it.  If some little shy kid from california can change his life around to being the best times of his life, Im sure everyone else cvould.

we all just need one person, one person to show we can do more with our lives and we can be someone and go places. =) Things do get better, I promise. to anyone reading thsi and is still being bullied. you are worth so much more and desver better. =) Just stick it out, I promise tyou life and god wont forget about you. It may seem rough, but I promise you you can make it through anything thatis placed in your path =)

I’m Marina from Spain, I’m 17 years old and I was bullied. It started when I was 11 years old and it ended the last year. They started only making jokes about me. They didn’t let me play and hanging out with them, I felt so alone. But then everything come worse, they started going after me, following everywhere I went and calling me horrible things. They spread horrible rumors about me and no one wanted me with them.  My parents talked with the school director and with every single teacher and they just said “everything is okey, she’s fine”. But I wasn’t fine, they made me feel weird, fat, ugly and not worth it. We keep on fighting. Going to the school every single day was a hell for me, I was scared of spending the breaks hiding in girls toilets, I was scared of some of my teachers because they bully me to, I was 11 and I felt like life was my worst nightmare. I thought a lot about suicide but I never tried it because my parents and my little sister loved me. We fought this battle together. They made our home a safe place for living, they loved me and they never made me feel like I’m not worth it.

A year later of this story begin the school teacher send me to the psychologist because according to what they told to my parents I was the problem, according to them I deserved all the jokes, I deserved to be alone and I deserved the pain. The psychologist talked me about my weight; I was skinny because of the stress and the fear. I talked with her about the fact that even when I was really skinny the keep on calling me fat. I talked with her about self harming and how they made fun of it, I talked with her about everything they made me feel. She ended the rehab telling me it wasn’t my fault. And this is what I want to say to everyone who is or is ever been bullied: it’s not your fault. You’re not the problem, keep fighting, keep living. They are the problem, they don’t know how to love or respect a classmate. Hold on, the pain ends and everything gets better. Don’t be scared of asking for help, don’t fight alone.

I’m 17 now, I have friends, friends that love me as I am. I’m not afraid anymore, I fought and I won. I found help on my parents and sister, on Taylor’s Swift music and in every of the flaws they made fun about. I found courage to keep living.

I only wanted to share my story, bully is something really typical nowadays and we have to fight against bullies and end with the pain of every little heart in schools worldwide.

Thanks so much and sorry if I made any mistake, English is not my first language.

Lots of love, Marina.