I would have to say that I have been bullied pretty much my entire school life. I was and still am rather out of place in my own skin, I hit 6'0 when I was 12 years old. I moved a lot because my father was in the military so i was never in the same place for long. Kids would pick on me because I was tall, heavy set, had glasses, had a hard time learning. Last for anything in PE, i would hide in the library because i knew that was a place that i felt better in. In high school it got a little better but not by much, and sometimes i still am looked at with funny looks because i dont look like everyone else. I'm 29 now, I still work with everything going on, it does get better.

It all started in grade one when these guys want me to kiss my friend. I was scared when they looked at me and him after they pushed us in a bush. We didn't want to so I leaned in and told him to run to the teacher. After our grade thought we did kiss and bullied us. They bugged us, even my friends! It went on for a while. Even my friends now still talk about it. In grade 4 we were in class when a girl saw a bug in my hair. Everyone said I had lice and called me 'lice girl'. I had enough and I went to my teacher. She said she wouldn't do anything about it because I shouldn't of said anything. But I didn't. Two years later in grade 6 the girl went up to my sister and said that 'lice girl' in worthless. Once I found a band called 'One Direction' I was happy again. Their music helped me get through it. But now in grade 8 people are making fun of my because i love them. They call me worthless, ugly, annoying and fat. But the one thing they don't know is that without the band I would of been dead.

My name is Mike and I am 36. I was bullied through out my entire school years. It all started in kindergarten. I would somehow would play with dolls and the boys would call me a sissy or girl. But that was just the start of it. By the time I was in 7th grade things got a whole lot worse.  I was called gay, fag, homo, Michelle. And then the physical abuse was starting. In 9th grade it was really hard. One day back in April of 1994. It just started to warm up and the snow was melting. I was walking to school and I started to get into the parking lot. A group of guys started to bully me. One had a 4x4 truck. Well as I was trying to walk way quickly. He got into his truck backup got into the mud/snow spun his tires and it covered my back from head to toe. I went into the High School with kids laughing and pointing. I told the principal then he asked who did this. I told him I did not know. The principal told me that he wouldn't do nothing because I didn't know the persons name. I felt that was the end. I wanted to just say I don't care. I really did not want to live anymore. But you know I was not going to allow someone to bully me. So, I went back to school and finally graduated from High School. 

There is a lot more stories I can tell you. But my advice is for you to stay STRONG. You can't allow bullies to win. You have people out there now a days that will help you. Back when all this was happen to me I had no support besides my mom. My mom loved me and she helped as best as she could. You have that support. There is support groups and there are people who love you. You have to let someone know. Just remember this. You are you. It doesn't matter who you are if your gay, lesbian, fat, mental/physical. You are you!!! Be PROUD. You know I love this song. Its called "I get knocked down and I get up again by Tubthumping." What that  means is I will get knocked down. But I will get back up and NO ONE is going to keep me down. Remember that. I know that its hard. But keep that positive going. Remember there are organizations that are there to help you. I believe in you. Because you are important and loved by everyone!! 

Imagine if you're hit, strangled and insulted every day of your life. Now imagine that you tell your teachers and parents. Your teachers accuse you of lying and threaten to expel you. Your parents say that it's your own fault and tell you to make friends with them. Now imagine if these same people pretended to be your friend only to stab you in the back. Now imagine if you were this person and could no longer trust anyone because you're afraid that they'll betray you. This is my life.

I'm a french nearly 17y old girl (I'm sorry if I do some grammatical mistakes or so..).

Let me introduce myself : I'm a joyous and extroverted girl, who laughs all day long. But it have not always been this way : three years ago, I lived an awake nightmare. My childhood was dark and sad, because I was a really shy and submissive kid. But I shut my mouth up for years and years... And one day, happened something that I'll never forget. When I was 13, I had a "close friend" who was my confident, and I made the ultimate mistake. I had no one to tell my sadness, no one but HIM. I told him what people were doing to me, how sad I felt. But it was not a good person at all. Next days, people began to say I was suicidal... This was the first step of my descent.

I forgot to say something important for the rest of my story : I'm a high IQ person (I hate to say it but that's the truth). SO there are 2 consequences : first af all, I feel an important sensibility. And than, i'm always in classrooms with older people (so, naturally, some people were jealous.... And they made me pay it.)

Well, those people began to call me "suicidal". They put shame on me, everyday was an humiliation. They laughed about me, threw me stones, threated me like shit. Sometimes, they've been beating me.

Than, I stopped speaking. I wanted to be transparent. I wanted to stop existing, I was thinking I was a mistake, like I haven't the right of living (see how much nonsense things mean people can print in your brain.)

And naturally, guess what I started to do.. It's easy... Yes, of course, it was scarification ! I got addicted to that shit. Please, if you read me, NEVER BEGIN.  It DID NOT HELPED ME, it WON'T HELP YOU. All I did was falling into an infernal circle, I was into orbit around my sadness.. It did not avoid me to hate life, to get better. 

My parents saw that. They told me "if we see a scar more on your arms, we'll drive you to the psychiatrist"

So I learned the art of makeup. I can hide a scar very well, now.

And than... Guess what ? After crying for months, scarification, self destruction, what's coming ? You all know. When you're hopeless, when there's not even a light, when your entire life is a failure, what do you do ? 

...

 

I was about to hang myself. 

I was on the chair, ready to die, ready to quit all that shit. About to take my last breath. Than I heard a "boom boom" in my head, that I will never forget. It means : "the blood can't go to your brain anymore. You can't breath. You're gonna leave that world." But I heard a little voice in my head saying "your dad is going to go alone to Iron Maiden's show next year". I choosed to live, when I was close to death. You're gonna say "what ?! All your life was only based on a concert ?" I would answer : no. This thought made me realize, I was doing something selfish (I hate to say that suicide is selfish, but it is...). There were few people who loved me, and I just couldn't leave them like that....

Than I saw a psychologist who really helped me, he was a kind person. He told me the great things : that what was happening to me was not my fault. He was right.

The school year ended, finally. Like a liberation. But it took me ONE YEAR to speak again.

Now I'm a different person, I succeeded final high-school exam, and I will go to an artschool (I began drawing a lot when I was on depression). I'm smiling all time, I'm not shy anymore. And believe me, three years ago i touched the bottom of the bottom. But I hanged on, really hard.

YOU CAN RESIST. 

But one thing I had to do, and I never did : SPEAK. Tell an ADULT if you're bullied, someone you can TRUST. TELL THE POLICE. Bullying is forbidden by the LAW.

And remember, you can't do it ALONE. You NEED someone. 

DONT WAIT TO TOUCH THE BOTTOM BEFORE ACTING. 

When I was in 9 grade i was make fun of a lot by this boy who was a 12 grader. I cry a lot when my feelings are hurt. one day when he really push my limit i finally stand up to myself because no one was doing anything to help me. I yelled and cursed him out. I was a little proud of myself but also scared because 3 teachers had to pull him out of the class cause there was a possable chance he was going to hurt. What I don't understand today is why do bullies love to see people hurt. what is there goal here. I now going to the 11 grade and making a stand aginist Bullying so no one will go through what I have went through. 

When I was in 9 grade i was make fun of a lot by this boy who was a 12 grader. I cry a lot when my feelings are hurt. one day when he really push my limit i finally stand up to myself because no one was doing anything to help me. I yelled and cursed him out. I was a little proud of myself but also scared because 3 teachers had to pull him out of the class cause there was a possable chance he was going to hurt. What I don't understand today is why do bullies love to see people hurt. what is there goal here. I now going tothe 11 grade and making a stand aginist Bullying so no one will go through what I have went through. 

My Bulling experience started in grade 3. A kid tripped me over coursing me to fall on the ground. Then told the grade 7s and grade 6s boys that i was gay. One day i kid came over to me and said "Are you gay" Then all the boys hated me. Then one day one of the bullies got a nerf gun and shot the bullet up close into my eye. Then the day after christmas i posted a picture of one of my Christmas presents and a kid started to swear in the comments of that photo. And in one of the photos i posted he commented and said"Gay". My mum and i went up to the headmaster and she said "This is not our problem, it happened outside of school"Then a few days later i was in class i got my sizers and started stroking the sizers on my arm. I would cry my self to sleep. Many of the boys would put me down. Then one time i was on the oval and a kid pushed me down and i fell to the ground and just laid there and the teacher just sat there. Then after school i told my mum and she said "i am going back up to the principle". And the principle did nothing. during these times i was so thankful to have the girls in my year. They were never mean to me and my Best friend was always there when i needed her most. hearing other peoples storys my story is nothing. i never had much vesicle bulling but the words that people would say to me really got to me. during this time all i thought was "why,why do people call me gay. When ever i see the faces of these bullies that made my life a living hell all i can think is of what they have done to me. 

Hi my name is Lorena, I am 13 years old and this is my bullying story from 2014.

March 18,2014. I got jumped on the street my life changed i have so much in  my mind i want to go crazy.I was warned that day at school people saying at each class oh your going to get jumped today.I actually didn't belive any one who warned, me because I tought they where lying.That day after school i was walking home, and i got warned again.After that every thing happened out of no where,I got kicked in he head twice i got a concusion. After the fight my mom gets a call from my friend saying sorry but your daughter just got jumped in the street right now, my mom "sighs and crys" that day she was far away from home she was in  the hospital with my grandma.After she came home she medtley called the police,the police asked where you warned i sid yes i was warned today at school.He  didn't wnant to belive me to because i did self defence, this video ended up on facebook. i was amberessed,i didn't go to school for a week.When i went back to school evry one was laughing at me, and string at me. I moved schools this girl found me shes much older than me shes 16 and shes bullying me. She says this bullying isnt over it still has to happen till im gone from here.So i ended up cutting my armd bitting them and hitting my self i didnt want to be alive  no more because of the bullying. I ended up in a mental hospital May 2,2014. Then Again June 6,2014 again bullying and cutting.  Bullying needs to have a stop of this already, I'm sick of tired of every kid making fun of others who are hurt inside like me. I keep my words to my self, but it dosent work i have to speak up so every one who is getting bullied out there, Keep your head up high and laugh at you bullies because i do that now.

Hi my name is Lorena, I am 1 years old and this is my bullying story from 2014.