My first year of high school was the worst school year of my life. I was jumped by a girl I didn't know. She accused me of shoving her into a locker, but I didn't do anything. It started after second period when I went to my locker and her friend was blocking it. I asked if she could move over a bit but she told me I could wait. I stood there waiting for about a minute or two when the bully told me I don't need to be rude. I didn't pay her any mind because I didn't want to start anything with her but she continued. She said she could see it on my face but I didn't respond. When she and her friend finally walked away she screamed at me "I'll shove your head into a locker!" I let it roll off my back because I'm use to threats that other people make. I can handle cruel words. But when I got to lunch the girl came up to the table me and my friends were at. She asked a friend of mine for my name. Then she walked off and started pointing me out to her friends. No adults in the cafeteria noticed. When the bell rang and lunch was over my group and her group went out separate doors. Unfortunately we had classes near each other. I asked my friends to walk slowly because I didn't feel safe and we walked slow but her group just walked slower. Me and my friends were worried about being late to class so we picked up our pace and tried to get passed her. But she made her group move at the same pace as us. Then finally they got ahead of us and we thought it was over. But it wasn't. She stopped ahead of us. Just her. I didn't feel safe so I gave a friend my IPod that was originally in my pocket. When we reached her we tried to walk by but she moved behind me and tried to grab my backpack but a friend of mine moved between us. She started screaming at me "What's your problem!?" "How dare you slam me into a locker!" I didn't understand I had done nothing to her, I never even said a word to her. She ended up moving around my friend and standing in front of me. She screamed at me "Don't ever shove me into a locker again!" Then she shoved me. While I tried to get my balance she ran at me and grabbed my hair, then she kept punching me in the head. She pulled me to the ground and kept punching me. I had to use my elbow to keep my head from hitting the sidewalk. I could hear people screaming "Kick her in the head!" "Yeah! Beat her!" Someone was holding a friend of mine who tried to get her off me. She kept hitting me till a teacher started screaming "Stop!" Even then she hit me a few more times. Then she stopped and tried to walk away like it didn't happen. I had to pick my glasses off the ground and get my IPod from my friend. Then the teacher stopped us both and called the vice principal. the girl lied to everyone saying I started the fight. That I shoved her into a locker, and I called her names. Luckily there were witnesses that told the truth. She was suspended for only 3 days while I suffered from a concussion. Nobody notified the resource officer till the day after it happened. When we tried to press charges nothing happened. Sometimes I wish the schools would prove they were going to do something. Only 2 weeks after this I was facing a new group of bullies. Me and my friends were having food thrown at us and when I told the dean of students she said to ignore it. So I told the principal and he said he'd watch them but still nothing happened. It took me screaming at the boys before anything was ever done. But nothing happened to the boys, instead it was me and my friends who were removed from the lunch room and into a classroom to eat lunch. The boys didn't get in trouble and when I walk in the hallways they yell in my direction "You gonna scream at us for standing on the sidewalk?" I can handle people calling me names and glaring at me but now that it's starting to get physical I'm tired. I don't feel safe at school. But I can't quit cause I want to go to college, I can't be homeschooled cause both my parents work, I can't do online schooling because my parents don't think it's safe... So what am I suppose to do? What should I do when I feel like crying at school? What should I do when nobody helps me and I can't protect myself? What should I do when people glare at me, when strangers call me names, when food is thrown at me, when I'm attacked by someone I don't know? What should I do when counseling isn't helping me? What should I do?

My childhood was fine. I was a happy-go-lucky kid. My parents raised me to be smart, bold and brave. I was a happy child. The 6th grade changed all that, I was put into a class that was simply NOT the right environment for someone with special needs (I have Aspergers). Three or four other people in that class bullied me. The bullying and torment changed me almost overnight, I became more depressed and started to act on impulse, something I had never done before. I lost sleep too. I never thought I could be bullied for being different, for being that one academically smart kid that feel behind when it came to social skills. I was picked on through name calling, my cello being broken and a computer drawing of me claiming that I was "fartboy". That class changed me and what I didn't expect to happen next was being taken to a psychiatrist office because I felt depressed from being bullied. I was then prescribed a few anti-depressants and antipsychotics both types of meds were given to me as a means to try to "solve" or "stop" the behavior. I was 12 when this happened. What I didn't expect was that for the next two years as I took on the challenge of middle school, I not only had to deal with the stigma of being different, but also being bullied and ridiculed for the side affects of the medications I was taking at the time. It was also before I hit my height spurt. The middle school years were by far the WORST two years of my life.

Later on, when I was a junior in high school, (I was 17 at the time), I realized that as result of being bullied in the 6th grade and feeling insecure at home around an authoritarian parent, I had anger outburst and anger management problems which were my way of "fighting back" at anyone that made me feel insecure. When I turned 18 as a senior in high school, I realized that I had self-esteem problems because of bullying and soon I was done with high school but with the lasting impression that I was bullied and as a result now have a "need" to backstab anyone I feel is trying to bully me. When the documentary BULLY came out, I thought it was sad at first and then I realized that finally there was a side to bullying that had never been exposed before. When an episode came out on the Dr. Oz show about the downside of anti-depressants, I reacted with the thought "They finally figured it out? What took them so long?" 

I am now a college student and am still dealing with some self-esteem problems around others I feel are bullying me. There are now peer mediation programs in school to help prevent bullying that I wish were in place when I was going through elementary, middle and high schools. I now move forward with the knowledge that there are medicines that don't work for their intended purpose and can lead to someone either being a bully or being more prone to being bullied and still being that academically smart and well educated young man. I now am very cautious about the words I say to certain people so I don't bully anybody else, that is a huge lesson learned from when I was bullied. Every time I see someone about to be bullied, I have an urge to jump in and be that mediator based off of my experience being bullied.  

Now I say to myself, "my past is my past, not my future" and I take on most of the people I meet with optimism and enthusiasm. And I say to others with Aspergers, "Being bullied should not stop you from achieving your dreams, and remember that there are people who do care." Thank you for taking the time to read my story and remember to keep achieving your goals no matter what obstacles get in the way. 

this behavior has been going on for as long as humans have exsisted,, not that it is right. it happened to me repeatedly as a child.  it doesnt neessarily stop there either...adults do it to. especially in the work place.. I often wonder ? what creates wars? hmmm

 

Safety is very important to everyone. I have an older brotherm he was jelous of me, so he made me feel like i am worth nothing. I did not understand that he was jelous untill it was too late. When i learned to read and write it was never good enough for my father. He just sent me away to my room. He yelled at me, saying i was not good enough. The fact is that he was really proud but wanted me to get better. He did not understand that he hurt me. I grew up this way, being told that i need to do better. When i was 9 years old things got worse. I could no longer flee to my friends at school. they all moved away. I was alone once again and became a victme. I was never a part of anything. My family pushed me away without knowing it, my friends were gone and i got bullied at school aswell. At school all the girls were against me, they eather did not let me join them, or let me so that they had something to laugh at. This one time i was sitting alone and one of the girls came over to me. She was crying and told me that the others had treated her like they treat me. I helped her and got her in a better mood. I thought i had a new friend. The next day it was like nothing have happened. The boys used to push me around, make me fall, hit me. The usual. It didnt stop untill 8th grade when i changed school. If i met them in the streets, they always laughed and sent me looks. First time i wanted to end it all was when i was 10 years old. This thought still follows me. A few years later I strat realizing all this. I saw that my father have been treating me bad and those i called friends, they hated me. If that was not already enough i saw that i can get my own father arrested for sexual harrasment twords me. This threw me off the edge. I could not take it anymore. Luckely i got myself into a mental hospital just in time. I got out just a few months ago. I am not sure if things will get better, all i can do is hope

 

I grew up without safety, i am now 17 years old. I stood up to those who did me wrong. My dad is now not allowed to see me unless i want to, but i am still thinking about going to the police. I can never be safe as i never felt safe as a child. I am not affraid to fall and get a scratch, im affraid to fall and lose the little i have left fighting for. I cant do anything, im too scared. I will never feel safe again....

Safety is very important to everyone. I have an older brotherm he was jelous of me, so he made me feel like i am worth nothing. I did not understand that he was jelous untill it was too late. When i learned to read and write it was never good enough for my father. He just sent me away to my room. He yelled at me, saying i was not good enough. The fact is that he was really proud but wanted me to get better. He did not understand that he hurt me. I grew up this way, being told that i need to do better. When i was 9 years old things got worse. I could no longer flee to my friends at school. they all moved away. I was alone once again and became a victme. I was never a part of anything. My family pushed me away without knowing it, my friends were gone and i got bullied at school aswell. At school all the girls were against me, they eather did not let me join them, or let me so that they had something to laugh at. This one time i was sitting alone and one of the girls came over to me. She was crying and told me that the others had treated her like they treat me. I helped her and got her in a better mood. I thought i had a new friend. The next day it was like nothing have happened. The boys used to push me around, make me fall, hit me. The usual. It didnt stop untill 8th grade when i changed school. If i met them in the streets, they always laughed and sent me looks. First time i wanted to end it all was when i was 10 years old. This thought still follows me. A few years later I strat realizing all this. I saw that my father have been treating me bad and those i called friends, they hated me. If that was not already enough i saw that i can get my own father arrested for sexual harrasment twords me. This threw me off the edge. I could not take it anymore. Luckely i got myself into a mental hospital just in time. I got out just a few months ago. I am not sure if things will get better, all i can do is hope

I have a form of Autism called Aspergers & because of that have been picked on all though growing up as a teenager until my last to years of High School where I went to a special school with kids like me.  I have always felt out of place like I know my family loves me but I am not completely independent so my family has a problem with my certain decisions I make like the way I dress & express myself a good example is my tattoos I have 7 so far it is the one thing & part of me that I have been suppressing myself because of feeling like it was not the norm & since they help me they feel it is wrong it deeply hurts & sucks!!! I am glad to for my family & friends still though! Hang in their people who get bullied don't be afraid to get help!!!  

Hi . I'm Serena , I'm 15 and going into 10th grade . I've been bullied since 5th grade . I started at a new school that year , and it was difficult for me because , it was the first private school I've ever been too , and I was scared I wouldn't fit in . We'll I was right , from the first day I had people making fun of me for being short , ugly , for the color of my hair (which is strawberry blonde) my first name was stupid , i had asthma so I couldn't run fast in gym , I just wasn't good enough . I would put up with it everyday , and come home crying , I stayed there until 7th grade . 6th wasn't any better , I grew a little taller , my hair got healthier , and my asthma started getting better under control , we'll it got worse that year , I still came home everyday crying , I broke my foot because some of the "popular" girls thought it would be funny to trip me down the stairs , and laugh about it . The rest of the year kinda just went by , we'll 7th grade was the worst . I Still came home everyday crying , but in march of that year I was beat up in aftercare and I kinda just let it go ... We'll I didn't tell my mom until later that night , I was babysitting and I was playing with the kids and I passed out and when I hit the floor , the girl , grabbed my phone and called my mom , and my mom took me to the hospital . When we got there , they said I had a broken rib and the bone around my heart was broken , and I've had some heart problems since then . So my mom pulled me out of school and I homeschooled the rest of the year , the summer of that year . Which was 2012 I met a guy named Mason , he was the most amazing person I had ever met , I fell in love with him . We were together for almost 4 months , but on June 4th , I lost him to suicide , he was just like me , I didn't know what the word "depressed" really meant until after he died , all I knew was that I sad . We'll anyways I was depressed for a while after that , I got diagnosed with type 1 depression after that , and I constantly for made fun of for being "sad" all the time . After that the summer kinda just went by . We'll I started 8th grade that next year at kate bond middle , that was hell for me , I hated it , the first week I was there , there was a rumor going around that I was pregnant , the next month went by and I had guys asking me what $10 , $20 , $5 could get them , they would throw quarters at me asking me if they could get head behind the school , even the "sweetest" boys in school would do it . We'll in January I transferred to Cordova middle because I moved , we'll I didn't really have any problems there , it was actually the best time in school I had in a while , we'll I did miss katebond at the same time , because I missed my really good friends like , Katt , Kenzie , Lauren , and more , but at Cordova I had great friends too , like Sarah , she was my Bestfriend there . We'll anyways in March I started dating katts older brother Caleb , and omg , Caleb and I have been thru hell and back together , we've dated 8 times now and we're together this day , and I'm so glad I have him in my life , but what keeps me even happier is his sister kaitlyn , she's my overall Bestfriend , she's just amazing in everyday and she's more like a sister to me than anything . We'll , the summer after that wasn't that bad . Now 9th grade .... I didn't know who I was anymore , and I'm gonna go ahead and state this , I stayed homeschooled my freshman year . We'll the beginning was alright , we'll in January , I went on a church retreat , and my friend Kevin , have me a piggy back ride ... and a kid that went to school with my boyfriend (Caleb) told everyone I cheated on him or whatever , and I had a lot of people text me , kik me , they messaged me over Facebook , telling me to kill myself for what I did , that I was worthless , and Caleb and I fought , and I couldn't take it anymore . So January 26th 2014 I overdosed trying to commit suicide , I had no thoughts on my mind , I didn't think about how it would effect others , I just wanted to die , we'll I texted my mom and told her I loved her that I just couldn't do it anymore , and that I hoped she would forgive me , we'll she tried everything to get in touch with me , and she had my neighbor break in and I cried in her arms until the EMT's arrived and i was scared , I didn't know wether to regret what I did or be happy that I might die . We got to the hospital at 3 pm and I was there until 11 pm that night ... They sent this guy in to talk to me , and he decided whether or not I needed to go to lakeside or stay home .. We'll he sent me off to lakeside immediately , I was there for 9 days , it was the longest nine days of my life . The day I got out , I found out I was losing my grandfather , he suffered from Alzheimer's for 11 years , and I stayed at his house for 2 weeks , and I lost him February 17th .. I couldn't cry , I didn't know how to feel . We'll I didn't cry until the day of his funeral , I lost it . I cried for 30 minutes without taking a breath . We'll nothing happened for a while after that , things just calmed down . Then all of a sudden about a month or 2 ago I got this message , it was anonymous , telling me all this crap , saying my grandfather was probably happy to be dead rather then be related to me , and I lost it again , i went off , the called my mom a whore for being pregnant , and after that I deleted it . I haven't had any problems since then . I know this is long , but I'm still nervous about posting , only my close friends know all of this ... But i guess here goes .. I'm Serena , I'm happy at the moment but still depressed .. That's my story , and I'm proud to be a survivor .

I was Bullied at the age of 5 to about 13 years of age, just because I had Long Hair and my mother looked to be another race compared to me. I was pushed and Hair pulled every day. Bulling caused me to have a different out look on life. As of today I am 48 years of age and married with no children.  Bulling made me decide at a very young age to never have children because I did not want them to go through what I did as a child. I is still hard for me to make friends as of today. I tell the children in our neighbor hood to respect one another and If they see Bulling going on Stand up for what is right. Bulling can make a tremendous chain of events in a child's life, so let us make the Bulling Stop today.

Well  I am Hudson Chesser and I am the odd one in school because I have bad hearing. And I moved to a new school last year for 6 grade I was scared that I wouldn't be able to fit in because everyone knew each other I didn't know anyone. But I do have several friends but not many.HOW DO I GET MORE FRIENDS? I'm going into 8th grade and I am scared. 

In 2004 I started working for this small (15 Employees) Laboratories after leaving a Huge Competitor, in the beginning things where normal, I arrived at work did my job and went home, just like everyone else.

After increasing the Customer base and making an impact in the growing industry of Drug Testing for local treatment center in MA, the company (Calloway Laboratories) started to gain a notoriety, one important piece that seem to go unnoticed was the fact this company, Calloway laboratories was also giving Opportunities to Recovering Addicts and Convicted Felons, whom most company would not even consider their application. Although this thoughtful opportunity was good for many, it also had its critics. Like most of society would believe, once an addict and or convicted Felon, always an addict and can’t be trusted.

In 2007 a columnist from the Boston Globe caught wind of what was going on and decided to interview and write a column that featured my Redemptive Story of overcoming a major obstacle of Drug addiction “Land of Second Chance”   Although Calloway had taken this chance and gone against society’s perception, it catapulted the Company reputation as being an up and growing company that was not afraid of taking risk. However, not everybody saw it that way. Upon publication of the Article, and as I returned from a Business venture in Atlanta, the company had made some major changes in Management, and some of those critics had been promoted, That’s when the funny looks as if I didn’t belong, as well as the Stereo typical Comment first began, There was questions about what it must have felt like (Prison) and how long was I incarcerated and for what. do not have a clear job description, or have one that is exceedingly long; set unrealistic goals and deadlines which are unachievable or which are changed without notice or reason or whenever they get near achieving them

 

I started to notice; I was being isolated and excluded from what's happening; denied information or knowledge necessary for undertaking work and achieving objectives, in some case, given "the silent treatment":  refused communication and when I did have the chance, eye contact was usually avoided (always an indicator of an abusive relationship); instructions were received only via email, Constantly undermined, especially in front of others. Concerns were raised, or doubts expressed about my performance or standard of work, but the concerns lack substance or were simply false; humiliated, especially in front of others by being teased where the intention was to embarrass and humiliate Even denied, sickness leave when the emotional stress became overwhelming, I was told the current insurance did not have an underwriter for emotional stress. When be at home, on vacation, or holidays, I would receive calls from upper management regarding work. I could never turned my phone off, fearing i would miss a call and that would be the reason needed for termination. It quickly became very obvious I was being overlooked for positions that I was more than qualified for, when I inquired, I was told “you didn’t want that position, it doesn’t pay more than what you are currently making “then there were company meetings being held that I was not invited too, again it was down played, “ it had nothing to do with your particular job duties” when in fact, it had everything to do with my Current Position( Sales Executive)  and Job duties, the subliminal messages and remarks of comparing me to Negative African American Subjects started  becoming so frequent, it started to affect my quality of work.

There would be times I would walk into the Office and no matter what clothing I had on, I would get stares and comments “where did you get those Pimp shoes from Pimp Daddy, i suddenly became P-Diddy or comments that suggested I may have still been engaging into my old lifestyle, the feelings of Being targeted/Bullied became almost expected. What became even more challenging is I had to deal with this and pretend it did not bother me “Grown Men Don’t Cry or Show pain” that’s the way I was raised, the old saying “Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words would never hurt me” started to take on a whole new meaning, because words do hurt, they even hurt so bad, my family became affected, my house was filled with tension on a daily bases when I was at home. The pain eventually became mentally exhausting, because of Panic attacks and episode of anxiety. It affected my social life so much; it was more comfortable staying at home where I felt safe and less stressful  I know it must be very difficult for someone who has never experienced being bullied to understand how much of an impact this can have on One’s Life….Trust me, it’s real.