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Post by angelicdreams on Feb 5, 2013 20:38:47 GMT -5
When you're bullied, things feel hopeless. It feels like you're going to be stuck in this hole forever, constantly being looked down upon by your tormentor.
I can tell you now, that is not the case.
Things will look up, eventually.
Post your experiences with bullying, advice on how to help those who are being bullied and how to stand up for yourself when you're bullied here.
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Post by ilovepercy122 on Feb 7, 2013 18:39:29 GMT -5
I've been bullied since kindergarten. It's not fun, let me tell you. I used to be afraid to go to school. This one kid would give me Indian burns, and I would come home and hide them until they went away. In first grade, everybody called me a boy because I had short hair and only wore jeans, a t-shirt and tennis shoes. This happened all year. In second grade, it got a little worse. People started pestering my friends because of me. As a result, I only had one or two friends. In grade 3, People started physically bullying me. I would come home with bruises all over my arms and legs, and when my dad would ask what happened, I would say that I tripped. After a while, my dad got suspicious. He sort of ignored the feeling, though. In fourth grade, oh, fourth grade. Emotionally, physically, verbally, all of them. I went through so much stress, I just quit talking, accept in class when I needed to. Fifth grade, I moved. I thought this would be sanctuary. Oh, was I wrong. It was terrible. Simply terrible. I started thinking about cutting.....But pushed away the feelings. Sixth grade was one of the worst years of my entire life. I figured out I was bisexual, and as a result, was bullied even more. I started cutting and burning myself at this point; and I wore a jacket all day every day because of it. I almost don't want to talk about this year. It's horrible. People act like I'm a disease. I'm even worse than I have EVER been. My dad moved to New Jersey six months ago, and POOF! The last person that has stuck with me through everything gone. So, as a result, I'm slowly loosing it. That's my painful bullying story. What is yours?
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Post by Uuniison on Feb 7, 2013 18:51:31 GMT -5
I was always bullied for my weight and I was always bullied just because people didn't like me. I had boys taunting me and mocking me and the 'pretty and popular' girls throwing rocks at me and pretending to be my friends. One day the doctor told me that I needed to eat more, even though my weight was pretty bad. I usually took an apple to school and at 9:00 AM I would leave the class and sit outside to eat. (Why the teacher made me sit outside, alone, I'm not too sure) Everyone would stare at me when I left and people who walked past me outside would stare. It was uncomfortable. I sometimes threatened to hurt the people that bullied me, and all they said was 'go ahead' and I couldn't find the courage to hit them. My best friends weren't really there to help most of the time, they were going through their own torture in their own classes. Sometimes we'd all get together and just talk about how our teachers were jerks, about who bullied us, and about our problems. Now I'm homeschooled, but my grand/parents sometimes say things to me and it hurts. A lot, and they don't realize it. At night, I sometimes cry myself to sleep or just lay there and wonder, 'Would anyone miss me if I died?'
Well, anyway, I'd like to hear all of your guys' stories. :' >
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Hirose
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Men cry not for themselves, but for their comrades.
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Post by Hirose on Feb 7, 2013 18:53:09 GMT -5
I always wonder "would anyone care if i died one day?". and uuni~~ shhh, shhhhh, i love you, shhhh. <3
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