Real Life Story of Being Bullied
Real Life Story of Being Bullied
I’ve been bullied since the age of 6. Although my memories of most of it are cloudy, the thing that sticks out in my mind is that at the time my parents didn’t have much money. So while the other kids walked around in flashy labels, My clothes and toys came from the market. They used to take the mick and My things were always being stolen or broken and I got into a lot of fights.
I got to secondary and on the first day I was started on, I heard them whispering about me and I kept on getting really evil looks.
In my 5 years there I had my things stolen, broken, I’ve had objects thrown at me (Wood, Coins, stones, chunks of metal, scissors, all sorts), they tried to set my hair alight twice, I have a problem with my legs and I find it hard to walk. They thought it would be funny to kick me. They made a game of it, Who ever managed to make me fall won a prize. I got into a couple of fights. I used to be quite confident, I did self written speaches in assemblys, was in plays, and did presentations in class but by year 9 that vannished. Slowly my confidence dipped.
In The last two years of school I started to completely give up, at first they picked on me because I was quiet and because of my weight but then one day I forgot to take my jewelry off (I was gothic at the time) and that was it, more rumors started, apparently I was evil and so was a friend of mine who was also 'different'. Then one day they really got to us both and I hugged my friend and apparenty this meant we were gay. Girls wouldn't come near me in changing rooms or sit near me! I got so sick of things I walked out of lessons, didn’t bother to do my work and stopped talking.
I kept on telling teachers! Even my friends and my parents kept on at them but they only started to help when it was my last few months at school. I saw the school councilor every week and they took me out of lessons and put me in an office to work. I felt so isolated, angry and depressed. At some points I felt suicidal but luckily my friends stopped me acting on my thoughts. If it wasn’t for them, I doubt I’d be here typing this.
Because of all thats happened, I now suffer from mild depression and Social Anxiety Disorder which is a phobia of being watched, judged or criticized. It means I can’t go into crowded places, speak in front of people or sometimes even go outside, I can’t look people in the eye, I can’t eat in public places and I can't even sleep. If I get into any of these situations I get panic attacks, I sometimes even wake up in the middle of the night because an attack as started. I'm now a first year student at college and I can't join in with my classmates because of the disorder. I also self harm but thankfully that is on its way out. I see councilors and have Cognitive behavioral therapy which should almost cure the disorder and I take anti-depressants.
my story sounds all negative but on the plus side I've made some amazing friends and now in college, I don't get picked on anymore (appart from by 1 random idiot but i can handle him), my teachers also know what happened to me and they support me too which is a big help.
My advice to people out there being bullied is to keep on telling people! Let the whole world know. The more you nag to as many people the more you can expect to get done! Get your parents or guardians involved and most of all stay strong! There is light at the end of the tunnel, the key is staying on life train ride till you can get off at the platform and stick your fingers up at the people you left on the train on a route to no where.
Emily, 17,
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I was never really picked on in Primary school but I was a bit of a loner. I used to play by myself and I didn't have many proper friends. It didn't bother me. Actually, I was quitec happy like that. I thought it would be the same when I moved to secondary school. I couldn't have been more wrong. Even from day one, people used to call me names and whisper about me because I didn't really fit in. I had a crappy bag, no flashy lables or anything and I still wore knee-high white socks. It might not sound much but it was the start of over four years of pure hell.
I struggled through year seven and eight but it was in year nine it got really bad. I was in a lot of fights, none of which I started. One time was when we were cooking and these girls were nicking these pineapple pieces I'd brought. I was forever telling them not to and then one of the just walked over and slapped me. We started fighting in lesson and my Dad was called in. Then I had another fight in form a few weeks after about a chair. It seems really stupid now but she just lashed out at me. But the big one came at the end of year nine. This girl was really starting to get on my nerves. She was talking about me, right in front of my and it was obvious she wanted me to hear. So, in self-defence, I turned around and said something about her Dad. She said she was going to smack me one but I didn't believe her. I just thought she was trying to scare me. Anyway, at the end of the day, she was waiting for me outside my classroom and she hit me really hard, right in teh face and it hurt so much, inside and out. I just ran straight home. I felt like it could't get worse at all. But it did.
I was dreading going into school the next day but I did. Anyway, that when we had the fight. Her and all her silly little mates came up and cornered me so I pushed her to get out of the way and she started punching me and kicking me. It was me verses six of them. I just felt really scared and lonely. It doesn't end there either. At the end of lunch that day she chased me down a corridor and ther was about twenty kids behind her! I'm not kidding. They cornered me at the end of the corridor and I couldn't escape because there was so many. She held up her fist and it was then I knew. She didn't just want to hurt me, she wanted to kill me. And so did the others. I just totally broke down then. I've never been so petrified in my entire life. Luckily a teacher came along and took me away and I was allowed home early because she was threatening to come and do me after school. I was so glad it was the last couple of weeks of year nine.
But I still had another two to get through. Year ten wasn't as bad. There was just this one gang of girls and they used to throw things at me. One time one of them hit me but I got through that.Another girl used to throw dirty looks at me and there were a few other minor incidents. They shook me up a bit but now theyre just another bed memory. I'm in year eleven now. It hasn't been great. I'm not going ot go into great detail but they still call me, throw things at me, bang into me on purpose. The worst thing is that she they still don't know how much they've killed me inside. They haven't got a clue. It's really messed my head up. My self-esteem is rock bottem, I haven't got an ounce of that confidence that I had in Primary school left. I also have OCD, which is a mental disorder. It means I often can't get to bed until gone 2am because I have to complete rituals so I feel safe. I also never go out and I'm very paranoid. It ain't easy. I haven't got much tiem left at school, just a few weeks. I know on my last day I'm going to cry. Not out of sadness but out of happiness and relief.
My advice to people in the same situation as me is don't do what I did and feel ashamed of that fact that you're too shy to stand up for yourself. It's not your fault, it's theirs. Also, hold your head up high and believe in yourself. Its not easy and it might not stop for a while but if you hold onto the thought that you are a trillion times better than them, you will survive. You might have scars at the end of it but they just prove what a strong person you are.
Carolyn, 15
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I can't really remember when the bullying for me actually started, but I can remember, near the end of my last year in Primary school, I had the first nasty comment aimed at me. A girl who I did get on alright with turned round and said that she thought I was getting fat. That was a massive blow for me, and I won't ever forget sitting, crying, surrounded by my friends.
Shes not said anything else about me since then as far as I'm aware.
Moving up to Secondary School was one of the most nerve-wracking things I had ever done. Being shy isn't easy. I think it was in second year that the bullying started. I'm not going to say why or how, because its quite embarrassing, but after this 'event' took place, this girl started picking on me. Nasty comments and just general bitchiness. My confidence was easily dented.
I began to feel sick before going to school, but luckily, early on I told my dad what was going on.
I was then called to my guidance teacher and had to explain to him what was going on. Finally the girl was forced to apologise.
Now, two years on, I wouldn't say we're exactly what you'd call friends, but we're civil enough to one another.
However, just one year after the girl stopped, 3 girls started on me. They didn't make it obvious. They just shouted at me in the playground and made me feel small and useless. When I spoke to my guidance teacher again, she then went and spoke the them. They denied everything.
My friend has also suffered some serious bullying since then. It makes me feel sick.
These people took away my confidence, made me feel small and lonely, like no-one cared. Although I don't suppose I've suffered really badly compared to some, it still makes me really angry that there is those people who get a kick out of bullying others. I've not suffered any real long-term 'damage' although the girl who called me fat...her comments have come back to haunt me.
I also self-harm, but I'm not sure what thats related to really.
Right now I'm just trying to piece together my confidence, which is helped a lot by the fact that I now do drama.
My advice to people in the situation of bullying would be to please, please get help. It might feel like there is no-one that cares, but believe me, there is. Whether it be parents, guardians, teachers, friends, or even someone on the other end of the phone at one of the helplines, there is someone who can listen and try and help. And if it ever feels like you can't cope any more, look to the future. Things can only get better. You are a strong person, who if you continue to climb, you can reach the top, leaving the sad losers behind.
You are better than them, and never, ever feel like there is no hope, or that it is your fault. It isn't.
Get some help, take some action and reach for the stars. Good luck.
Laura, 16
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Ok, so you've decided to do it. Life is impossible. You think it's the only way out? I'm right aren't I? Fine, but before you go and do anything, please read this. Just hang on for five minutes - it could save you.
Killing yourself isn't easy despite how simple it looks on the telly. People just throw themselves off bridges or pop a few pills and that's it. Looks simple. It's not. Yeah, fine, it's easy enough to throw yourself off the bridge but what happens afterwards, eh? You don't always die you know. Paul is 24 years old from Blackpool. He used to be a happy sort of guy, an Oxford graduate, actually. He got into alcohol once and tried to electrocute himself. Now he has fits and sizures and drags one leg. The electricity surged through his brain and now he lives in a fog. He tried to do what you're thinking now and look what happened. Jill is a 15 year old girl, born and bred in Bristol. She used to be fun-loving, outgoing and confident. That was before the bullied started on her. Trying to end all the pain, she chucked herself off a block of flats. Now she can't walk, she can't talk and she needs help even to do something as simple as go to the toilet. She is also permanantly in a huge amont of pain. Those bullies got the last laugh. Do you really want that to happen to you? Do you? Michelle is an 18 year old student from Manchester. Her best friend died in a car accident last year and since then she's been sinking deeper and deeper into depression. She grabbed the nearest box of asprin and swallowed about twenty. They didn't quite kill her. Now she is a sickly kind of yellow colour because the tablets played havoc with her liver. Do you really want to look like that?
THINK ABOUT IT!
If you did actually kill yourself, think about the consequences. Your Mum might be the one that finds you, hanging from the bedsheets in your bedroom. Now just imagine the scene. She runs in and sees you. She screams in terror and tries desperatly to cut you down and resucitate you, tears streaming down her sobbing face but it's too late. You're gone. From that moment onwards, she will be in utter torment and her heart will have broken, never to be repaired again. Doesn't bear thinking about, does it? And who is going to wipe your blood off the floor if you decide to slit your wrists? Your Mom? Your Dad? Commercial cleaning compainies may refuse the job. Think about it. And what about your five year old brother playing on the rug with his toys? You kill yourself tonight, he might do it ten years time. There are people out there who care for you, you know, who love you a tremendous lot (even if it doesn't seem like it now). If you kill yourself tonight the suffering will end for you but those people who care for you deeply will be totally and completly crushed. No, crushed insn't the word for it. They'll be in an agonizing state of dispair. They'll be punished for the rest of their lives. And you know what else? The horror of it might even cause them to copy you. One more thing: they're going to blame themselves for what you did - for the rest of their lives, they's be thinking what if what if? Do you really want that?
If you are feeling suicidal please tell somebody. Your Mom. Your Dad. Your brother. Your sister. Your best mate. A teacher. A priest. The Police. A helpline. Even talking to your pet can help... no, I'm joking, either. It's a scientific fact. Whoever you talk to, there ARE people out there who WILL help you and they DO care. I promise you that.
PLEASE HANG ON!
The answer you're looking for to end your troubles may be an a month away, a week away, a day away or an hour away. However long it takes, there is always a solution. Always.
GET HELP NOW!
Ok, so you still want kill yourself? Go ahead.
Just remember that picture you've got of your Mom crying.
Little Note
If any of you at all has ever picked on someone who's quiet and not good at standing up for themselves for whatever reason (because they're thin, fat, tall, short, black, white, asian, spotty, ginger, have speaking difficulties, have learning difficulties, are disabled, are brain-damaged, are deaf, are blind, are a 'geek', are a mosher, are a goth, are a trendy, whatever the reason may be), I just want you to know I think you are a really nasty person.
You might not know what your actions (intentional or non-intentional) may do. Let me explain. I know someone who get panic attacks and starts shaking and crying everytime they walk past a big group of people, I know someone who is seeing a councellor because they're scared to go out of their own house in case they get beaten up because of their weight and I know someone who often feels like their whole world is breaking down even if someone gives them a dirty look because they accossiate dirty looks with bullies.
Would you like to be one of those people? I myself have a mental disorder that was the result of nearly five years worth of name calling and often violence. My self-esteem levels are at rock bottem and sometimes I just feel like curling up in a ball and dying because I feel that the world hates me. Everything reminds me of being picked on. For example, my brother just came in the room and went 'Ooooooooh!' when I told him off and that was something 'they' used to say to me on the rare occasion that I lashed out.
If someone has bullied you or hurt you then maybe it is acceptable. But just because your friends are doing it and you find yourself joining in or because it's 'something to do'... well, in my opinion, someone should put you through five years worth of mocking and jeering and we'll see how you like it. You'll be crying for your Mommy within five minutes to come and 'make it stop'. Well, let me tell you this: bullying doesn't just 'stop' - it carries on and on and on and only the strongest of the strong can pull through and survive it. Only those few who've still got the will to live. Only those few who really believe they can make it and want to beat it. Only those can and only those will. Bullies are weak within themselves so the likleyhood of them staying alive through to fear and torment is virtually nil.
Bullying is a cruel, callous form of torture and the effects of it, however mild, can kill somebody on the inside.
I should know. I've died already.