Hi, my name is Conor and I'm 16 years old, I got bullied for 11 years (my whole school life) I even had a mentor to help me deal with bullying and control my anger towards them. I got called names you've probably never heard of and I can't repeat. It got that bad that I was on the verge of ending it all, but I thought to myself 'why let them win, why end it and show them they've won'? So I carried on life as if nothing was happening when I was secretly crying inside. Now thank god I've left school and I don't get bullied as much. I ask one think of the bullies out there and that is 'Please stop, you don't know how much the things you're saying to that person is hurting them' and one thing to the people who are getting bullied 'Don't let them win, live life with your head held high and show them you're not afraid'

Do you let people bring you down? Why? Why do you let them in .. Don't let anybody invade your privacy or take your confidence because the only reason they are bullying you is because they have personal problems too. (KEEP THAT IN MIND) Sometimes they just want to see if you are going to give in or stand up for yourself show that you're more than what he/she thinks you are. (That DOESNT Mean Start A Fight) It means stand your own ground. Because even though he/she will get upset they will always remember your words. You're Amazing & if you are reading this and ever been bullied and called names.... YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE I PROMISE AND NEVER NEED TO CHANGE A SOUL OF WHO YOU ARE .. WHATEVER THEY SAY ABOUT YOU DOESNT MATTER THEYRE NOT YOU.. YOU ARE YOU AND YOU BE THE PERSON YOU ARE.😘💪BE STRONG AND POSITIVE AND I GUARANTEED💯 YOU WILL MAKE IT IN LIFE.👌👑

It all started 2 years ago when my ex posted a nude pic of me on the internet. Everybody started to bully and hate me. I became more and more depressed. I started to cut myself and hate myself a lot. Im still bullied and now i have severe depression. My friends just left and im all alone now.

It all started 2 years ago when my ex posted a nude pic of me on the internet. Everybody started to bully and hate me. I became more and more depressed. I started to cut myself and hate myself a lot. Im still bullied and now i have severe depression. My friends just left and im all alone now.

Okay, i am 14 years old and my name is aubree. I'm in 8th grade right now and I was bullied sense 6th until I put a stop to it this year. Basically it started because I was really short and my teeth weren't perfectly straight. People would make fun of me and call me names. I was actually really depressed and I was only in 6th grade. I was cyberbullyed, and verbally bullied. But I was younger so I didn't let it get to me. In the beginning of 7th I was nervous to go to school due to not having braces yet and still being short. And then people were even meaner. I was pushed to the ground, punched, still verbally bullied, cyber bullied and then physical bullied. and later on I was diagnosed with depression. Two male kids that bullied me for a long time decided to hold me down, one kid held me back and the other squirteddating lot of hand sanitizer down my throat and I was rushed to the hospital and sick for a while. When I returned to school many more people started bullying me everyday saying I wasn't at school for attention and that I lied. They would say it everyday, when I walked into classrooms they would laugh, some would push me to the ground, and others would always tell me to kill myself or I didn't deserve to live. I was getting very depressed through the year. I obviously had the principal notified about it and some kids were suspended and cops were involved with some people. But I couldn't handle all of the bullying I couldn't stand it anymore. At the end of that by ear I started self harming. At the time I only had a few friends. One of them found out I did it and told the whole school. I never wore short sleeves agai, and to this day I still don't because of my scars. I had cuts going from my wrists To my shoulders and knees to hips. Every cut was for every word, every time someone told me to cut or kill myself or just bullied me in general I cried at night and cut. I had attempted suicide because it kept getting worse. Then i was put in west wood lodge mental hospital for 2 weeks. I told them I was fine everyday and I got out sooner than expected. But I wasn't fine, I just wanted to leave. now I'm in eight grade and I finally chose to use my voice and speak up to them, i stood up for others being bullied as well as myself. I made a difference in others life's. So I learned no matter what anyone says. Don't let then bring you dow. Keep your head up and block out the haters.

I use the term "the struggle is real" frequently in my day to day life. Granted, sometime it's a joke, but it stems from a very real place for me. When I was younger, and even to this day I had two problems that plagued me. One, my wheat and lactose intolerance (or whatever anyone calls them), and my need to not miss what is happening. When I was quite young, these two things combined were very detrimental to my life, and I didn't even realize it until it was far too late. These two issues caused a lot of hygiene problems for me, so I smelt a lot. From grade one through four, a combination of the smell and my learning disabilities resulted in a lot of bullying for me, but it didn't really hit me until I switched schools in grade 5. I started in a new school board and a new city, and literally from the first day I walked in there I was bullied. The worst part is that the kids were almost kinder than the teachers. The kids were always making fun of me, verbally assaulting me, avoiding me, name calling. One of my teachers in four years said anything to me about it. There was a time when I was competing to see who would go to a track and field meet, and the four fastest people did 100m sprint. I got in first, and when I was asked what place I came in and I said first, the teacher told me to stop lying, and that just because I wanted something didn't mean I had to lie about it. That's one of the very few times I can think of where students were on my side, and the teacher still said things. This teacher took me off every team, or sat me out as often as possible. The principle was alerted, for both the kids and the teachers bullying, and nothing was ever done. I remember a lot of grade eight I was "sick" and I didn't go to school. When I did I had to tell myself it was my last year, just to get me to the end of the day so I could go home and cry. My mother told me it would end when I went to high school, but there was nothing else she could do. That year to this day, was the worst year of my life. I got to high school, and I met the love of my life. His name is Tyler, and I am still with him today. The bullying continued, but I was so infatuated I didn't even care. Eventually the bullies just got bored of me, I guess. The funnier part is that in my later years of high school I actually started developing acceptable relationships with some of the people who bullied me the most.

Today, I am bully free. I do not tolerate it anymore, and I take a stand where ever I can. I am at Humber College for the CYW program, and I am currently working in the school that I was bullied the most in, along side the teachers who bullied me. I can proudly say I am making a difference in these kids lives, and it is so satisfying, to know that they wont have to deal with the abuse I did.

The struggle is real guys, it exists, and it is a problem. 

I use the term "the struggle is real" frequently in my day to day life. Granted, sometime it's a joke, but it stems from a very real place for me. When I was younger, and even to this day I had two problems that plagued me. One, my wheat and lactose intolerance (or whatever anyone calls them), and my need to not miss what is happening. When I was quite young, these two things combined were very detrimental to my life, and I didn't even realize it until it was far too late. These two issues caused a lot of hygiene problems for me, so I smelt a lot. From grade one through four, a combination of the smell and my learning disabilities resulted in a lot of bullying for me, but it didn't really hit me until I switched schools in grade 5. I started in a new school board and a new city, and literally from the first day I walked in there I was bullied. The worst part is that the kids were almost kinder than the teachers. The kids were always making fun of me, verbally assaulting me, avoiding me, name calling. One of my teachers in four years said anything to me about it. There was a time when I was competing to see who would go to a track and field meet, and the four fastest people did 100m sprint. I got in first, and when I was asked what place I came in and I said first, the teacher told me to stop lying, and that just because I wanted something didn't mean I had to lie about it. That's one of the very few times I can think of where students were on my side, and the teacher still said things. This teacher took me off every team, or sat me out as often as possible. The principle was alerted, for both the kids and the teachers bullying, and nothing was ever done. I remember a lot of grade eight I was "sick" and I didn't go to school. When I did I had to tell myself it was my last year, just to get me to the end of the day so I could go home and cry. My mother told me it would end when I went to high school, but there was nothing else she could do. That year to this day, was the worst year of my life. I got to high school, and I met the love of my life. His name is Tyler, and I am still with him today. The bullying continued, but I was so infatuated I didn't even care. Eventually the bullies just got bored of me, I guess. The funnier part is that in my later years of high school I actually started developing acceptable relationships with some of the people who bullied me the most.

Today, I am bully free. I do not tolerate it anymore, and I take a stand where ever I can. I am at Humber College for the CYW program, and I am currently working in the school that I was bullied the most in, along side the teachers who bullied me. I can proudly say I am making a difference in these kids lives, and it is so satisfying, to know that they wont have to deal with the abuse I did.

The struggle is real guys, it exists, and it is a problem. 

When I was in elementary school I was diagnosed with a learning disability and never had any friends and that's when the bulling started to happen all because I was different, I never had friends until I got to junior high I was still getting bullied in junior high but not as much as elementary school, but when I got to high school that's when the bulling started to get allot worse because in my first year of high school someone spread a rumor around the whole school saying that I was gay but at that point I was not ready to come out so I had no other choice to come out as being gay. Most of my friends that I had in junior high didn't want to be friends with me because I was gay, they were afraid that I was going to turn them gay, and in my second year of high school I had quit school cause of all of the bulling, in that same year I got involved with the wrong people and started doing drugs and getting in trouble with the cops, but I also found out who I really am and who my real friends were. But to end things off I am proud of who I am and I am not going to change just because someone don't like my sexuality.

In 1983 I was bullied. I was 15 at the time. I had a learning disabilitie , and I was a type 1 diabetic. I was made fun of alot. I had no friends at all. I was aloner. I was choked poked and threatened. I was scared every day . The staff did not want to help. It continued. In 2015 my niece and her friend reported bullying about a month ago. At the same school I went too. I reported it and with the parent of the student who got bullied. My niece told me , her friend and herself reported it numerous of times. And no one listen. Until I complained and the victims mother complained. They stop it... After they realized I recorded the meeting. I had stop alot of bullying in schools. Because I was a victim. And we need to take a stand..

I'm sorry this has happened to you, but don't let this make you think that there is something wrong with you. Because there's not, you are a perfect human being. so is everybody because everybody has their own definition of perfect. But that doesn't mean someone can shove their definition on to you or anybody. Let me tell you right now, there is NOTHING wrong with you. This experience leaves a mark, but don't let that mark hurt you. Let it give you power to push past the stereotypes and shameful comments, let it give you the power to grow from your "imperfections". I know all this sucks, but grow from it, don't coward in it.