As we all know bullying plays a HUGE role in day-to-day life. Everyday it affects hundreds of kids and adults. I have always been very loud and opinionated, and stood up for what was right. From the time I could talk until now. I will never be afraid to stand up to a bully.
When I was in elementary school we had a boy who had a bad case of autism, and the kids were always picking on him. One day we were out playing and I saw a group of older kids pushing him down and stepping on him, they broke his glasses, and left bruises on him. I ran over as fast as I could and yelled at them to stop! They didn’t listen to me and they pushed me, so I got so mad and started fighting back. I did not stop until all of the kids were on the ground. I helped him up and made sure he was okay, and he kept stuttering to me “Why, why did you help me?” I told him because it wasn’t nice to pick on someone just because they are different, plus they were just jealous because you are way smarter than them! To this day I remember him and wonder how he is doing.
Kid’s now and days are becoming more and more cruel. So many kids are committing suicide, or attempting to because kids are being so cruel to them. Yes we are all different and unique, but at the end of the day we all bleed the same color. I posted a poll on my Facebook asking if people would consider opening up to me about their bullying stories. The outcome was amazing. People confided in me and gave me their permission to share their stories with you all.
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Let start with our first story. I will be changing the names in each story to keep everyone one hundred percent anonymous.
When I was in middle school I was bullied HORRIBLY. When I was in the sixth grade it all started out because I had really bad acne on my forehead. I was teased so badly about my acne that I ended up making up a story. I told everyone that the bumps on my head were actually scars from a really bad bike wreck. It was awful. The only friend I had is actually a friend I still have today, and his name is Jordan. He was basically the only person who would talk to me. Everyone else was so mean to me, but he wasn’t. The seventh grade was even worse.
There was this new girl, “Jamie”. She moved from another school, her and the other “popular” kids teased me mercilessly. My clothes, my hair, just everything. I don’t know why they targeted me, but they did. I did end up retaliating by writing that she was a “Chinese Witch” in someone’s yearbook. She was half Asian, but I know it was very wrong of me to do that. She was just so horrible to me, I felt like I had no choice but to try to get back at her. To this day, I still don’t know why she was so meant to me. We did eventually make up in high school somewhat, but I still don’t know why she was so mean to me.
In the eighth grade, things got better in some ways, and worse in other ways. I finally found a group of girlfriends! We were like the “punk, emo, goth” kind of girls. Problem was, the two most popular girls treated me like I did not belong and basically just kept me around to make fun of me. I was so quite and desperate to fit in, I just let them do it. One of the girls even dated this guy she KNEW I liked, but yet I still stayed her friend.
Looking back, I think I was bullied so hard because I was trying so hard to fit in. That goes for all three grades. Luckily, in high school I somewhat realized that and I kind of found my own groove. I also wish I had focused more on my friendship with Jordan. Through it all, he tried to be there for me and I treated him bad. All because I wanted the popular people to notice me. I wish I had not let them get to me and I spent more time with him. He was the only good thing to come out of middle school. I’ll never forget hid kindness. I’m blessed that he is still my friend today, because I’ve not always deserved his friendship.
I have always had crazy experiences in high school, but the worst times were in my freshman year. I do suffer from PTSD and all the instances I have experienced may have added to it. I feel as it literally every single person was against me. They would come up to me and ask me if I was really me, and asked my first and last name. They would belittle me in front of everyone any chance they could get. I had one really bad experience where one of the girls at my table ( lets say Mary) had apparently gave a rude vibe or some comment to this other girl ( lets say Jenna.) Mary was being very loud, obnoxious, and rude. Jenna did not like it so she began to scream, yell, and cuss everyone out. As well as threaten to shove our head through the wooden doors. When I had decided to say something to her, and all I had said was ” We didn’t appreciate how she was behaving, but that didn’t justify the way she was acting.” She decided to direct all her anger and words towards me.
Another bad experience that had happened to me was in my theater art class. This girl’s friends had snuck in to the class. She wanted to go see her via the stage in the auditorium, (the classroom connected to backstage.) She had told someone to come and get me because she wanted to talk to me. Being naïve and trusting I went over there and at that time in my life I was very confused on my personal sexuality, and in denial. When I had gotten to her she called me out in front of everyone, accusing me of being gay and not admitting to it. She kept throwing questions and insults at me left and right. It was sup upsetting to me I just shut down and did not say anything. One of the guys in my classroom (along with a few others) came up to me and said that they were sorry that I had to deal with that. She had no right to say anything at all! I just kept to myself and my small group of friends from that point on. I feel as though no matter where I go, all eyes are on me in a negative way, and that people are plotting against me. This is what bullying does to people. Having to relive this, to share this was hard. I got anxious and very emotional. If it helps someone else out there, then it’ll be worth it.
I was never bullied until I had moved to Florida. It was always about my accent at first, but then it went to how old my shoes were. Then it moved to how my body was. Basically boys would come up to me and touch my chest and judge me. Not only did they touch my chest they also touched my back side. I wish I would’ve hit them, or stood up to them, but I never did.
After I moved to Tennessee it had gotten better. I went to school for a year, it did stink, but the bullying wasn’t as bad. Just your typical being ignored. I did finally gain a ton of confidence. I recently got harassed by a few boys for not wanting to date them, but from all of that I learned that those people are not happy with themselves. I’m sure karma bit them already. Through all of that it has made me who I am today. I’m CONFIDENT, STRONG, and HAPPY! I’ve learned that when people put you down, you just need to ignore them.
This is the end of Part 1, stay tuned for Part 2!