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4/22/2014 1:56:40 AM
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Stories about being Bullied.
*THE POINT: If you have ever been bullied by somebody in school, please share if you would like to.*
When I was in School, I was not a really sociable person. I was very shy, and kinda insecure about myself. Naturally I became a target for the narrow minded children of that time. Outside of the usual name calling, I was beaten, pushed down, de-humanized, and down right treated like an animal.
When I was in 8th grade a kid walked up to me and just started punching me in the face. I don't know why to this day, it was horrifying watching a circle forming around you with about 30 other kids screaming, and laughing. It felt like being a pit with a giant spot light directly on you. And there is absolutely nothing that you can do to get out of it.
On top of that, I was constantly told that I was worthless. I was nothing more than a waste of meat and I would always be that way. Now, I know that is not true--but at that time, when you're told that enough--you start to believe it. I dreaded going back to school, I looked for ANY excuse to stay home. I cried myself to sleep many nights, hoping and praying that it would all just go away. So that I could fade into obscurity, and recover what was left of my soul.
But still, it came. And the more I stood by and did nothing, the worse it got. There were times where I fought back and won. I was proud of myself, but then it came right back again.
My school could do nothing. All they could do was put them in suspension, or call their parents. But that just made things worse, either their parents whispering in their ear, or a misplaced sense of revenge cause them to lash back.
...By that time, I have had enough of it. I wanted it all to end in one fail swoop.
When I was in 9th grade, I was planning to kill myself. I had it all planned out, I would leave a long note beside me, take lots of painkillers (or whatever there was) and just drift away overnight.
There I was, seconds away from popping the first pill. Then something happened, everything around me faded and I saw something. It was like a voice in a cold silence and it spoke to me.
It told me that "this is not how you will end. There is much more to life than what you're feeling now. You will go on, have a blessed life, you will have a family, a loving wife, children, and everything that you have experienced will have no hold over you anymore."
I dont know why I believed it, but I did. I put those things away and believed it.
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Now here I am. Almost a decade later, I am graduating college, I am getting married this June to my absolute Best Friend ever!
...And absolutely NONE of the things that I have gone through have held me back once. I was so afraid of life here, that I was willing to cut it short. It was but a fragment of the life that I will live. If somebody tells you that you're nothing, they are wrong! You're a human, your life has meaning! Let NOBODY on this planet tell you otherwise.
Because somebody out there loves you.
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This is why I switched to homeschooling, makes bad people easier to avoid. Although unfortunately, it makes good people harder to find.
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1 ReplyI was walking around school one day and some random kid just pushed me into the wall and told me that I owe him 30 dollars I tell him that he is lying so he punches me in the face. He pushed me into the ground and started kicking me. He kicked me for what seemed like hours then he left me alone. A week later he starts punching me so I punched him back but as soon as I punched him a teacher saw it and he immediately started crying the I obviously got into trouble. A few days later I was walking home alone he came out of nowhere tackled me into the ground. After he got tired and stopped I kicked him in his nuts and bashed him up and after that I didnt see him for weeks but he came back. he wacked me in the stomach with stick and then took out a knife from his bag. I think he was aiming to stab me in the throat but I moved away but he stabbed my arm, he left the knife there and hit me in the face with a rock a teacher saw the bully doing it and he was immediately expelled and I was obviously hospitalised. It traumatised me the fact that I was so close to death but a few years later I saw him walking down a street alone and this time I was the one who tackled, punch and kicked him I dont care if wounded him I just wanted revenge for nearly killing me. [spoiler]this is all true im dead serious, no -blam!-ing joke [/spoiler]
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2 RepliesI get bullied by women to have sex with them. Im serious
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Edited by AnGrYChampion: 4/28/2014 10:11:12 PMIm sorry for you i never had anything as bad as that but good choice on vid and congrats on wife and that. (;
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Nothing serious, some jerk took my seat (in the back of the bus) then made me cry by insulting me. (kindergarten)
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I've never really been bullied, not enough to upset me anyway I like to think I'm a strong individual. Although whenever I see someone getting bullied I will stand up for them no matter who they are or what the other person is to me. I've stood up for people a lot but it's mostly been little things like telling bullies to -blam!- off and defending the person being bullied but I like to think I'm helping.
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Edited by SI19: 4/28/2014 11:15:31 PMI was bullied, but nothing like what you describe. Some asshole in my my 3rd year of primary school in Ireland decided to beat me up a few times for no reason. While putting me in a headlock I punched him in the nuts and left it at that. As for later on, after I moved country I encountered a group of assholes when I was 14 at school. Nice enough on their own, but when in company of one notable degenerate, were all horrible people. I addressed the problem civil-ly at first, and eventually it led to a stand off between me and the leader of them. Nothing came of it, and they all left the next year for something else. I've been happy since, this was about 2 years ago. I wish I acted better then, as now I realise simply talking to them did little to help me. As counterproductive as it seemed at the time, just fighting back makes them reconsider. In the case of my brother, he's known amongst [i]my year[/i] (bearing in mind he's 5 years younger than me) as a badass because he beat a bully to the ground with a book after he knocked it out of his hand, and later on last year fought a different "chunky fat lad" bully who was in the year above him. Although this doesn't sound a massive feat, my brother is on the small side but has possibly the fiercest temper I know, and with an ability to makes bullies in the year above him cry, makes me smile inside for his future in school. It's quite amazing how people just decide to turn on people for something so small. I assume it was because I was simply Irish, in a place where just being from out-of-town was pretty wild. Nowadays I hold my nationality with pride, and frankly those who think otherwise can -blam!- themselves.
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When I was in the second grade, a day came when two new students came to my class. I remember that not less than about a month later, they started to pick on me and my girly-friend; not anything physical, just calling us names and annoying us in general. But I remember that it was still enough to always make me enraged, and I would tell them to stop annoying her and I. After enough times of that failing, I decided I should tell my teacher. she did or told them something, and I never had that problem ever again. I've never really interacted with those two again, but they aren't at all what they were like all those years ago. And that's also one of the many reasons why I consider that particular teacher to be the best one I've ever had the privilege of calling my teacher. I wish I could see/hear of more teachers being as awesome as she was.
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I was a great kid at 3rd, hardly was ever in trouble, was always sociable. I switched schools during 4th, I was excited and everything. Almost every single day i was called gay, -blam!-, and homo. I had the littlest idea of what they meant, but I knew they hurt. I took my social frustration out on another kid everyday, now which I truly regret. I stopped being a complete dick to the kid in 5th, and I mellowed out -- but I was still an angry kid, wasn't afraid to be me which ultimately resulted into be labeled gay once more in 6th. Everyone avoided me and wouldn't even acknowledge me even when I pushed to, it sucked -- a lot. 7th grade, I never talked to anyone until two weeks after school and I opened up, more than I have in a while. Got into some fights, but it was out of immaturity. People accepted me for who I was and it was a good feeling. Looking back today, I can't really blame them. I was a weird, weird little man.
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The only time I was ever bullied was in 6th grade, but that was only one kid. Glad to hear you got yourself out of that rut.
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"Hey Tyler!" "Yeah?" "Dropped your pencil"
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[quote] I am getting married this June to my absolute Best Friend ever![/quote] Nice, you made it out of the friendzone.
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I've been bullied since Kindergarten in various times of my life. First it was the vice principal that hated my guts since Kindergarten and made me cry (I was so scared in 4th grade I literally said out loud I wanted to kill myself at the conference with my parents) Second was in middle school, bunch of ghetto thugs on my bus being racist; even my BUS DRIVER was in on it too.
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I've randomly been verbally abused, keep in touch, because one day one of these basterds, big or small, will say the wrong thing, and I will murder them with my bare hands. Sorry if too brutal. We all feel that way. This bullCrap stops us and makes us feel pathetic for doing anything we love.
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Lemon said he hated me once. I cried for about 30 minutes.
