Since I started the 7th grade there was this girl (c) so me and c used to be friends. Then one day she turned on me, and started calling me names and trying to push me down. After that we had a class together, in the middle of class she goes hannah needs to take pills cause there's something wrong with her, and I ignored it, then she said I hate you. (which I really don't care if she does). Then after that class they were dismissing us to get on the buses. That's when she started to try to fight me. So she hit me, I just turned my back to her. And walked off. But I hit her back cause I was tired of her always bullying me.

When I was in JHS I was a bully. Back then I didn't think of it that way though. I was and still am skinny, small and yet I still had a lot of friends. The bigger kids I was friends with thought it would be funny to have me be the one to pick on kids because I was smaller. I guess it was more imbarressing to the victim. I know now I was wrong but in the moment it was what I thought was right. I've read and looked into the story of Michael Morones and it makes me sad. I was one of his bullies. Not him but others like him. I am ashamed of myself for what I did then so I am feeling guilty. At this point I don't know how or what to do to make things right. I probably won't ever be able to. But as of now I feel I will share my story. I really don't like who I was but I know who I am.

When I was in year 9 my only and closest Aunty got cancer. She was extremely unwell and underwent many operations. I lived in a different state to her and left my life to move states with my single mum to look after her. Day after day we would visit the hospital and take care of her, everyday we would have no idea what we would find or how she would be. Soon the time came for me to enter year 9 and begin at a new school. I went to that school for four days. 

On the first day I was optimistic, happy and ready, acknowledging that it would be hard but I was willing to try. The other kids refused to talk to me. The teachers told me off when I was late to class, but no one was willing to show me where to go. That was the first day. 

On the second girl one girl talked to me, she seemed really nice and told me to hang with her at lunch, she gave me directions of where to find her. At lunch I followed her directions and found myself in a deserted alleyway in the middle of nowhere, with no one. 

On the third day I came to school and everyone looked at me like I was insane. I asked a girl later what was happening, why everyone was treating me so strangely. She told me that another new girl had spread to the school that I was mentally disabled and clinically insane. I am not. 

By the fourth day everyone refused to talk to me. I physically couldn't talk to them. For four days straight I had been such a nervous reck that I couldn't eat or speak. If I tried to talk I would instantly break down into tears. 

I left that school, after not receiving any help from the teachers. 

 

Two terms later I returned to play against the school in a netball match. Everyone gathered around the court and taunted my name. The girls stuck out their feet as I ran past to trip me over. People asked me if I had taken my medication. They called me insane. 

 

It is not okay for our generation to be so heartless and cruel with no reason. It is disgraceful and I hope that in the future we can work together to rid this absolute ignorance and disregard for the well being of others.

For as long as I could remember in school, from kindergarten onwards, I was teased for being different in some way. I was a tomboy. I was competitive, I was aggressively competitive in athletics and academics alike. I was bright, with a strong streak of "right and wrong". I was also impulsive, with a quick temper. These things made me a vulnerable and easy target for bullying. The more I got bullied, the worse my behavior became. I was angry, and I lashed out, and became more impulsive. I was "diagnosed" with ADHD, and was heavily medicated for this from age 7 through 18, with incidents of toxicity because of doctors mishandling my dosaging. I lost interest in athletics, and gained weight, adding more fuel to the fire for the bullies. I wore glasses, which were "dorky". I enjoyed math, entering and doing well in math competitions. By high school, my interest had plateaued because it was labeled as "nerdy".

I even, at times, lashed out and bullied others in the cyclical pattern of "the abused becomes the abuser". School administration labeled me as a problem because bullying behavior wasn't observed in others, only my reactions. The handful of times that I physically beat up my tormentors were the times I was punished to the highest degree of my school.

Bullying has a profound, deep, and lasting impact on it's targets. While I cannot chalk up the misfortunes of my life outside of school to bullying, I know that it altered the way I thought of myself, regarded my talents and intellect, and made me socially anguished and hesitant. For years, bullying shaped my life, and to a lesser extent still does, though time, therapy, and healing have helped that. In my own perception, I was just as worthless, fat, stupid, ugly, dumb, and so many other things that cannot and should not be uttered because they are so hurtful and derogatory.

It was only when I was in my early to mid-20s that healing began for me. Martial arts was integral. Feeling empowered, feeling that it was OK as a woman to be assertive, to feel like I had the tools to protect myself, all of these feelings were new and priceless.

For those who are being bullied: please find help in what way you can. Keep making your voice heard. Silence will only hurt more than what bullies do. And know that there are those of us who have hurt like you, with you, and will be there for you.

Once she had told everyone. They picked on me. I rember watching videos in class and seeing how happy people were going to school. I always wanted to feel like that. I don't think that I ever could go back to the way I used to feel. I just started drifting away. I want to know that I am special. My ''friends" tease me. I get pushed around a lot. My teachers would always tell me its going to be alright. But I know its not.

I was going through some hard times at home. I had told my teacher about it. She told my whole class.

I never imagined myself at rock bottom. I've had every problem you could possible think of. I was first bullied at the age of 3 by some ladies that worked at the daycare I was at. Now I will warn you this is gross and it makes me sick to my stomach every time I think of it and it is also the most embarrassing thing I will ever tell anyone. The ladies use to force my best friend and I to eat each other's boogers and snot while the rest of the toddlers laughed at us. In kindergarder I was put in an aftercare. There was a mean girl there that would yank on my hair, scratch my neck, and would threatened me if I even moved. In second grade was when I got in my first fight. It stated getting violent when a girl tried to choke me, then she was about to do it again so I started running away and she pushed me, face planting onto the concrete. My knee was drenched in blood and none of the teachers would let me go to the nurse. I even got in trouble for asking twice. I had to settle for limbing around with a bloody infected knee all day, later leaving a permeant scar. In third grade I there was another girl who teased me and made fun of me but that was about it. In fourth grade my best friend had befriended some new students who were horribly mean to me. They would tell me to save them a table at lunch, which I did, then they would look at me whispering back and forth, laughing, choosing to sit with the popular kids, while I just weeped at a table all alone. I use to go to the councilor everyday. My teacher finally agreed with the mean girls that it was morally right for them to treat me the way they did and told me that I was wrong of accusing them of anything. In fifth grade I the school had provided me with my "very own councilor" since I had so many problems last year and was ditching class a lot to go to the nurse. Later to find out I did not have a personal councilor, I was being put in an autistic class. They had put me in that class because I liked to ride horses and that was my passion, but no that's not normal for a fifth grader to have a passion so there had to be something wrong with me. That year my best friend had befriended some one else who latter got her boyfriend to threaten to beat me up. That year I also got beat in the middle of a street with bag of newspapers and stomping feet. I was curled down in the street covering my head while about five boys from my grade beat me until I was able to get away. In sixth grade I had encountered the girl that tried to choke me in 2nd grade. She gave me a hard time at first but it soon ended. Then I was met by another old friend of mine who was about 2 times the size of me and started pushing me and slamming me into stuff in the hallway. She even posted this on Facebook: "If you hate Cassidy like this post". That year I also encountered a group of druggies at my school while walking through the neighborhood with my friend. They wouldn't stop bothering us trying to get us to get high with them, so stupidly enough I started throwing rocks at them. That was a bad idea! They started chasing us down the streets - about 8 of them verses the two of us and  we were soon blocked off by another 5 of them and they grabbed my friend by the shirt and yanked her up dangling in the air. They threatened to beat me up but I just stood there silently in shock. Luckily no major harm was done to any of us. In seventh grade was when everything went tumbling down. My mom had been diagnosed with cancer, my one friend befriended two people that made fun of me 24/7. At first I refused to be around the two girls my best friend had befriended, but she forced me to sit with them by literally dragging down the cafeteria isle to their table. The two girls made fun of my weight, telling me I was fat a needed to go on a diet. The next year I had developed an eating disorder, binge eating, which later started to develop into bulimia. But besides making fun of my weight they would make jokes about cancer right in front of my face knowing that my mom had cancer. My best friend turned out to be some kind of psychopath and started kissing me, tying me up to chairs rubbing her body all over me, trying to rip my bra off. I finally got freaked out by her and asked the councilor if I could go sit in detention during lunch to avoid her. I got in fights every single passing period! I use to go home and lay down covered from head to toe in icepacks with bruises scattered all over my body. I use to hide in bathroom stalls and I even found hiding spots in the school where I could see who was walking down the hallway, but I wouldn't be seen. This helped me avoid getting in fights everyday. One time I remember running down the hall and getting cornered into a wall getting kicked while the librarian just stood there laughing at me while I was on the ground getting kicked to death. Finally the fists and kicks weren't enough and someone had to bring out a weapon. I was stabbed by something on the left side between my neck and shoulder, I didn't tell anyone at first since my mom was getting chemo treatments, I didn't want her to worry about me. It's been three years since then and I have visited 15 doctors, had 5 MRIs, 2 sets of X-rays, a whole bunch of medication, and they are just now slowly fixing it. While visiting those 15 doctors I was diagnosed with PTSD. Anyways, in eight grade I had moved schools and the 2nd day of school kids were already throwing pencils at me. The friends I had made there were always getting arrested for smoking pot. Eventually I made better friends who didn't smoke pot and had my back. Unfortunately I had to switch schools which would be the last time I switched schools year after year since the 5th grade. I had met a friend in summer school there who went around the 2nd week of ninth grade stabbing me in the back. She told people not to trust me. When we did hurdles she was mean to me, because I was better at it than her. She called me a lesbian and finally I had had enough. At one track meet she was talking smack about me and I left. I got in trouble for leaving the track meet and losing my spot in district because of it. Later she started up with the lesbian thing again. One day I asked to be excused from class crying almost the whole period in the bathroom on the phone with my mom. My mom had called the councilor and told her what was going on and she didn't even talk to me, ask me if I was okay, or even email back my mom, she just ignored it! The drama finally ended when I was in tenth grade and admissions office had completely separated us. My best friend was mean. She would not like it if I talked to other people and would get mad at me if I did. Once she gave me three warnings that if I talked to someone else I would get punished for it. All I do know is fix other teenagers "crisis". Sometimes it is that there parents took there phone away for a week and now their planning on murding them. Other times it is boyfriend/girlfriend advice. Since the councilor at school is officially useless I have seem to become the new councilor. People will try to act nice and friendly to me to get answers to homework and then completely ignore me the rest of the time. I admit I have extremely low self-esteem. I've had an eating disorder, I can't stand up to my friends, I let people use me, and worst of all I sell myself cheap. This one guy this year asked for my phone number and I thought he was just being friendly. I made a huge mistake in more than one way. He started asking for pictures, that had to do with less and less clothing. When he first asked for a bra pic I refused. Then he started getting pushy saying "It's bra or panties pic". I finally gave in sending him over several pics. He told me to keep this between me and him. I knew he was using me from the start knowing that he did the same exact thing to one of my friends months earlier who refused to send any photos to him. He texted me randomly and completely ignored my existence at school but I kept sending him the photos. I've realized that we should not bully or use people because we don't know what their life is outside of school or where every a person might be getting bullied. I have a hurt should for over three years, I have PTSD, in seventh grade I had a mom with cancer, who I still worry about getting cancer again. I have a brother who gets high and is an achololic; I worry about losing him everyday. I lost my grandfather less than a month ago. I have to worry about my dad losing his job. I have trouble at school with dyslexia and ADHD. I have family problems. I've had to hear my aunt and grandma tell me how horrible of a person my dad is and then having to keep that from him for 15 years! People at school don't realize that I go home at the end of my day dealing with more problems than I have at school. They still give me a hard time, but they don't even realize what my other life is like outside of school. 

So I started secondary school a year or so ago and I've been an outsider all of my life. About halfway through year 7 the bullying started. People beating me up, calling me names, telling me to commit suicide, that sort of stuff. I started to self harm and have attempted suicide twice. I am now halfway through year 8 and I am 12 years old. I've told my school about everything and the shrugged and said "oh no" and that's it. It still carries on and I was nearly blinded by a kid in my class on the way home from school. He surrounded me with himself and his friends, started calling me names then sprayed deodorant directly into my eyes. This is my story. Yaaaaay fun!

i'm  not here to tell a story i'm more here to help with bullying i have seen bullying with my own eyes for the past years i have seen bullying  in middle school an high school. I'm a junior i high school an i have seen bullying in high schools more then middle school. My cousins tell me about the bullying in  their school (most of them live in different states) They tell what one has more an most of them say High school. (I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT ONE YOU THINK HAS MORE) (MIDDLE SCHOOL) OR (HIGH SCHOOL

 

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