I'm a Mom of a beautiful 16 year old girl that to the world was confident, outgoing, funny and a talented singer. However, deep inside she was waging a war with bullies. For a long time no one knew, not even me. She was a great actress! I could go on about what they did to her and the list would fill pages, but there was a day that changed everything. I got the call at work that I needed to go to the school as there was an "incident". When I arrived at the school, the police were there and I was warned that what I was about to hear was going to send me into a rage...and they were right. My daughter was waiting at the city bus stop with her one friend and the group of girls who were bullying my daughter thought it would be funny to scare her and start trying to push her into the path of the bus as it was coming down the street. They actually pushed her...all of them. She fell into the road, quickly got up and to the curb but her backpack exploded and the contents of her backpack spilled out everywhere on to the road. As the bus stopped hard he ran over the contents from her backpack...that could have easily been my daughter! As you can imagine, the rage I had inside was almost too much to handle. I demanded that action be taken and the police to press charges...but my daughter didn't want that. She wanted to forgive them, that's right, She wanted to FORGIVE them!!!! What she said next changed everything. At 16 she was able to understand that these girls were lost. They were hurting, they were the ones losing here. She recognized the pain that they were carrying around in their hearts. She explained that a few of the girls had parents who were never home, that even though they were relentlessly tormenting her, it was their own pain shining through. She asked me to forgive them. I was dumbfounded and I was humbled all at the same time. She went on to strongly claim that she was not those names they called her and she was not worthless and not important and she said she knew that because she had parents that made her feel valued, worth it and important. The school suspended the girls and had them go thru a process that educated them about how their actions have affected others. The police gave them all warnings and they were made to take an anti-bullying session that the police run for youth. As I reflected on my daughter's words that day it truly opened my eyes to how children who bully are in pain themselves. That they are projecting that pain on to others because they themselves cannot handle it. You might disagree with my belief, as before my daughter said those things, I would have sworn these children were the devil's spawn...but they are kids. Our kids...our responsibility. You know as adults we have rehabilitation programs for criminals to try and guide them to change, but children we just label and look for who is going to fix it and make this horrible, hurtful and sometimes devastating epidemic stop. My daughter is happier. The bullying has stopped. She has been feeling better and has even gained some new good friends. I feel content that she is ok, but deep in my heart my view of these bullies has changed forever. I want it to stop - all of it, I do, but I believe that the school, the police, counsellors are just a piece if it. It begins at home. Google Developmental Assets, you will see in the long list of things that children need to reduce high risk behaviour, parental presence, involvement and time spent are huge in the fundamental needs of a child. It really makes you think. That day changed everything for me, my daughter and for those girls...the bullies. Because my daughter showed compassion, the bullying has stopped and she is back to being a 16 year old girl, full of life, the way it should be. Thank you for your time reading this. Jo Anne

I am 17 years old and I have never had the thought for standing up for anyone else or even for myself, but recently the beginning of April I was being harassed. This was the first time, but you know some people finally realize it is getting old and we need to take a stand. Anyways, so this guy that was twice my size decided that I was an easy target to prey on. He started to bark in my face for no reason. Then he acted like I was a fire hydrant. yes of course I was a bit mad and like anybody else I felt the urge to plot his death, but I decided to take that anger and use it for something that is worth it. So, I got really inspired because the day before that guy barked in my face this girl actually took a stand for her and her brother against this jerk that has harassed my friend since day one of school. So I started a petition. I wrote a four page letter to my principal. I got a few friends to get my back and we turned it in together. well our principal said he would call us in. I understand he is a busy man, but when did it take one week and three days to read a letter. not that long. I have gave him enough time, but the school year is ending and I am about to move. my goal was to leave this school knowing I did everyone a favor, but it doesn't seem like it is turning out that way. I need help what else am I going to. I gave him suggestion I offered to help. you know this really wouldn't bother me this much, but those boys that I have mention has been harassing my friend and Monday I have told her teacher to move her or the problem and the teacher didn't do nothing and just yesterday my friend showed that these boys wrote slut on her hand. the teacher still didn't do anything. im tired of it is getting old. oh and today another friend of mine was being bullied by this kid that I strongly dislike. he acted like a kindergardner. he wouldn't share the glue or scissors and he started making fun her causing her to cry. MAKE IT STOP PLEASE HELP GIVE IDEAS

Almost 19 years after I attended IS 109 in Queens, NY, a beautiful 12 year old named Gabrielle Molina committed suicide by hanging because of the bullying at the same school.  I did not know Gabrielle Molina.  I only know her name because I read it online last year.  Yet I know of her pain.  I am an alum of I.S. 109, class of 1994. I wish I could say that with pride, but the only emotion I can muster is relief—relief that I grew up to be a fully functioning adult.

I grew up on 222 Street in Queens Village, NY.  I was so excited the day I started junior high because I remembered what cool things my older brother did as he got older.  I looked forward to growing up.  109 seemed so full of possibilities.  How foolish that seems now. 

I was and am very different from the typical student at 109 because of my race, hobbies, musical tastes, vocabulary and many other things.  I was one of the youngest in my class.  I learned to knit when I was 10 and would occasionally bring a project to school.  I love(d) to read and country music.  In NYC, it is very unusual.  My sense of humor has always been literal, sarcastic, and off beat.  I just plain didn’t fit in as a child.

I was a bully victim at I.S. 109. I was the kid that even the smart students picked on.  I was called all kinds of names from cracker to daddy long legs and lemon tree.  I was pushed around and threatened on numerous occasions.  I remember one instance I was at Braddock park and a gang of 10 girls from my class surrounded me, threatening to jump me.  I cannot imagine how I would have felt or what I would have done if that had been recorded and posted online, as in Gabby's case.  Some girls would pretend to be my friend just to talk smack to/about me with their actual friends.  A few wanted to be my friend but refuse because of the fear of being associated with me.  

More that the ridicule and verbal abuse, I did not feel physically safe going to IS 109. I was afraid every single day that I went to school.  No child should ever feel that way.

I went on to Martin Van Buren, transferred to Cardozo and things got a lot better for me. I went to college, became a City Planner, then a Biologist and have a full life.  But in my mind, on some days I still wonder if anyone could possibly like me or why anyone wants to be my friend.

I remember the fear, anger, self-loathing, depression and finally disassociation that I felt, and I don’t want anyone to go through that.   It has been almost a year since Gabrielle tragically took her life.  What happened to the police investigation into Gabrielle Molina’s cyber bullying case? What is the school administration and the Board of Ed doing to combat this problem?

i am 13 years old & in the eight grade…and a victim of bullying

i dont know how it all started our why peopple allways made fun of the way i sound asking why i sound like that (i have a very weird accent even though my parents dont have one & everyone allways ask what kind it is when i dont know) even from middle school but that wasnt that bad as soon as i started junoir high IT BECAME A NIGHTMARE! 6th grade the beging was fine i guess until the middle of the year when a girl threw a ball at me & when i asked why she sat on top of me & bruteilly beat my face in front of the whole gym class as everyone watched it took the teacher a while to evevn come & remove her and by time she did i was crying my face a huge bump the girl only recived 5 days dention wich was the same 5 days i was out to heal…from there everything only got worst 7th grade there wasnt a week when someone point & say thats the girl that got beat up by telia & laugh some sheve even said infront of a teacher''HAHA i rember when i beat her up!'' for the teaher to do nothing from there on i was pushed agiasnt a gate and hit cussed at ive even had a metal lock thrown at my head & a tissue box & when i tryed to stay calm i got up & threw both in the trash some one kept picking it up putting it back in the tisue box & throwing it to me.worst part i was in a class with the bullys..im now in 8th grade & things just barley lit up ive switched classes AGIAN a few weeks ago because a boy held my hand & pushed me harshly into a door comeing out of cooking class i then fell & everyone laughed and talked bout it…it was so hard not to cry i rushed to class next period my 'friend' discovered marks so i went to nerse when she questioned me i broke down i told them how i was injected with the staplle thing & caused to bleed how i was hit with a rag behind my ear…one thing i was scarred of more than the bullys was my mom! if she found out i didnt tell her she yell tell me to do stuff back!..i could speack up but it allways made things worst which is why i don't why i didnt want to..i speant the rest of day hiding in the office so theyede make sure all the kids left so i wouldnt get jumped & HIt on like last time hough i didnt tell last time…pushing the post button seems point less..nothing will change,it never would….though ide like to help others & stop bullying

I was in 6th grade, twelve years old when I was bullied by a group of about 7 girls. I don't, to this day, know why it started. I had gone to school with these girls for 6 years, I had been in girl scouts with these girls. Mostly it started with the name calling. I was called a b**** more times than I can remember. I practically lived in the counseling office because of the constant harassment. I was getting physically ill from the stress I felt at returning to school day in and day out. Once the physical stuff started happening (girls pushing me into my locker, another girl jumping on me on the bus, being pushed in lines) was when my mom got involved. I had just gotten off the bus after being jumped on and went to the counseling center to talk to my counselor. She wasn't in so I went to the cafeteria where everyone waited before classes started. I had sat down at the table with my friends when all of the girls involved surrounded the table and started calling me names because they thought I had told on them. I called my mom sobbing as soon as I could get away, begging her to pick me up.

The school did nothing. My mom and I got the same generic response: "Girls will be girls." and so on. 

My mom had met with the assistant principal, the principal, the counselors, the super intendant, and eventually pulled me out of school and got the police involved. Once the police became involved is when the school finally took action. They arranged a meeting with all the girls involved and the parents of the girls. Not all of them showed up because "There is no way my daughter did that." 

The parents that did show, I remember, took to heart what the meeting was about and took steps to make sure their children no longer participated in the bullying.

The rest of that school year, which, by the time all was said and done was only a month or two, I wasn't bothered as badly by them. 

I swore to myself after that happened that I would never allow that to happen to someone else. I would be the voice of other people if they were unable to speak for themselves. The following year I made good on that and helped a boy in my swim class who was being physically assaulted. I stood up to a group of three boys who were at least two years older than me. 

I'm 24 now. 12 years later and I still stand by the promise I made to myself. 

So ive been bullied off and on for a long time.... well since i can remember. I always tried to just ignore it, but in middle school i found other ways to handle it and i still have those scars. It got better once i found my good group of friends and that was as a freshman in high school. In the middle of my sophomore year i was forced to move to a new school, I was not really welcomed into the school at all.The kids at this school have all been together since kindergarten pretty much. I was the new kid, NO ONE was nice to me at all. I was treated like crap and made fun of. I was in this sociology class where i was picked on everyday. I just delt with it and then i started cutting again, knowing it was getting bad i decided i needed to say something so i told my mom what was going on and then i told the principle i was being picked on. The school did nothing. I felt not only helpless but unwanted. I triedmout for the boys lacrosse team (im a girl) After that it just got even worse. I started getting targeted after school, I was having to leave school early because i felt so unwanted. My mom had to leave work early everyday one week. Finally she was fed up and she started coming to the school and still nothing was being done. One day this boy cussed me out after school. The next day in the sociology classhe threatened to kill me. I had been told to kill myself before then and i was honestly debating it. Finally my mom had had enough and was threatening to sue the school. The school finally expelled the kid but it still hasnt fully stopped. When ever i walk down the hall i get stared at and people whisper stuff and stare and laugh at me. Ive never felt so unwanted in my life.

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yeah its the same sad story little girl parents split up grew up with no friends, always bullied from name calling to physical cyber and even emotional. it got to the point where i wanted to die, and i tried. over and over, sure but the thing is this, i was in class crying and i see a quote i read it "be the change you want to see in the world". and I thought i will. i changed i asked for help, got on medication and reached out to as many as i can, because to me i am the change, i am the hand you'll hold. im the shoulder you can cry on. I am a fighter. yeah these things hurt. it still hurts but its allowed to hurt. i am a victim but im a role model yes im only 15 but stand up with me. be the change
make it to tomorrow. 

I would like to start this by acknowledging the fact that my story might not be the toughest one, and maybe what I was being told weren't the meanest words; but what made them feel like knives stabbing my heart, was whose mouth (and facebook account) they were comming from.

My name is Mauricio, and I'm 19 years old (20 this Sunday May 4th). I live in a beautiful, small town in Mexico. My story begins back when I was about 13, I was in 7th grade. I remember I went to a friend's home one day and met his neighbour, a beautiful girl our age who was incredibly fun and way too smart for our age. I can remember instantly falling in love with her smile, her laughter, her words, and her eyes. That was the first time I ever felt that way about anyone. Like I could spend the rest of the day, in fact the rest of my life, just listening to her talk, and laugh, and watch her look into my eyes. So we became good friends, apparently. But whenever we spent time together, she'd always "joke" about how I wasn't "good looking" (those were the words she used first); then she would say "Just kidding!". Or maybe she sometimes added how she thought I was boring, or simply pointed out I was a little dumb. That's how it started, and it was so small and even meaningless that I never took it seriously. As time went on (now I was in 8th grade), and my caring for her became bigger and bigger, her words and actions also became more hurtful. At first she'd just stop talking to me for a while and when I asked why, she would respond with something like "because you're f*ing disgusting", and then she apologized and said she was having a bad day and ask for help. After I had helped her, she'd go and tell some of our common friends how stupid I was, and that I wasn't worth their time, so everyone should just stop listening to me. Bad luck for me, they all listened to her and would later call me a fag, a pig, a freak, a weirdo, a creep, a hopeless outsider. Then she would say she was sorry, and I forgave her every time she did this. I thought, well, maybe this is just the way she loves me. But, of course, the insults started to become stronger. She would repeat all those words to me every day, every time she had the chance to. She added that I was unworthy of love, that she had never cared, and that no one would ever care. She once said I was worthless, useless, ugly, and should think of killing myself sometime soon. All these words that came from her mouth, and that I kept encountering in our facebook conversations began to grow inside me. Making me think of myself as all that, so when she showed the slightest bit of care I didn't even think of her rude words to me. I just did as she asked and helped if she needed to. All of this continued all through 8th grade, until one day, she said something that made everything fall over me and made me fall apart. I told her how I felt about her and how I had felt that way since the first moment we met, and she replied saying she knew and she had been waiting for me to tell her so she could say something as well (of course I got very excited because she had also been keeping something to herself. She loved me too!!). And what she said was I was a poor, delusional, lonely boy who was desperate for attention. She said she thought I was the most disgusting person to ever live and she had always felt embarrassed to be seen with me. "You're worth nothing, don't you understand? How could I, or anyone, ever love a piece of nothing?", this is the only part I remember so clearly I can even quote. The she laughed to my face, slapped me so hard in my right cheek that my right eye began tearing because of the physical pain, and when she saw this she said I was miserable and pitiful, and left. All I did was go back home, and her previous words popped in my head: I SHOULD KILL MYSELF SOON. And so I took an entire box of pills, very strong pills, that my grandmother had to take for her Alzheimer's. I actually had to go to the hospital and have my stomach pumped, and every person who knew just stopped talking to me. If before this they didn't have a reason to call me freak, now they did. I was the crazy person who had attempted suicide. 

I changed schools, and started fresh. I was able to make friends, good friends. I was content, but I can't say I was happy. After having cared so much for someone who hurt me so much, it was hard for me to ever trust anyone again, or even trust myself. And I have to admit it's still hard, and I'm still quite afraid of being myself because I think people might judge too harshly. 

Anyway, I'm thankful I survived my suicide attempt. Because now I'm trying to help others see how we're all beautiful and love worthy. I'm really trying hard to build my self-confidence again, and I'm trying to build the life I know I deserve.

Had I died, I wouldn't have ever been able to build anything again. Not even a Lego house. And I can honestly say that this strength in me might have never shown up if I hadn't experienced what I did. So, thank you Ana. You helped more than you ever wanted to, mainly because I know you never wanted to help at all.