I Had My Innocence Striped From Me At A Young Age

When 2nd grade came it was complicated there was a lot more work and I had to deal with it

During my early years I was bullied in and out of school. My first experience with bullying started when I was in daycare. A girl named Kelly started bullying me. Every time I saw her she would talk about either my hair or my clothes or the way I looked. One day, my brother and Kelly’s sister were watching Kelly and I. Kelly’s aunt had told her to leave me alone. And after her aunt left the room, Kelly started pushing me to see what I would do and after a while I got really angry, so I punched her in the face. As her aunt came back in the room, she saw Kelly on the floor with me standing over her. Kelly’s Aunt then said, “Did I not tell you to leave her alone.” After that experience I knew that I had the

I was 11 years old when I started getting bullied at school. A group of ten girls made comments about everything from my facial and body structure to the way I walked down the halls. I would come home only to lock myself in my room and cry. It did not take long for the bullying to take its toll on me. I became incredibly lethargic, miserable, anxious, and antisocial. I started to fake sickness to get out of going to school, my grades slipped, and my appearance became sickly. Slowly, I started to despise the girl who looked back at me in the mirror. These characteristics did not fit my usual self and the people closet to me started to

None of my friends from the past were in my classes; hence, I was not able to turn to them for support. I would walk alone in the halls which gave three boys the opportunity to talk to me. In the beginning of the school year, the boys would form an unpretentious dialect with me on occasions. By the end of the first marking period, marching band and color guard ended and the three boys began to hector me daily about my interests. I tried opening up to a few of the girls in my class, but I quickly realized they were not truthfully my friends. I believed that talking to them about the three boys would help me, but they did not seem to understand or care. This caused me to become more insecure. By the middle of the second marking period, I would barely talk to anyone. The bullying grew excessive, which led me into a severely depressed state. The situation made me question my worth and made me feel there was no one who could help. I refused to confide in anyone about what I was going through. The boys’ torture increased as they commented about my physical appearance. Those comments caused havoc in my mind, and caused my self-esteem to continue decreasing. Finally, when the second marking period came to an end, winter color guard started. After a few short weeks, my color guard instructor, Mrs. Annette, noticed a change in my behavior and then gave me advice on how to handle the situation. I did not take advice

Less than two months into my second semester of High School and I had lost all of my friends, I had nobody that I could turn to and felt as if my life was ruined. At this point, I was heavily hit by my depression and became ostracized from everything/everyone that had previously made me happy. It all started on February 21, my best friend’s birthday and also the day they asked if I would go out with them, when I refused everything began spiraling downhill. Upset by my rejection and inflamed by the idea that they were “so out of my league” and that I could “never get someone like them again”, my best friend went to our group of friends and told them several lies. All of these falsities revolved around the idea that I consistently slandered my friends behind their backs and how I never truly enjoyed their friendships. The idea of me doing these things enraged everyone and without even questioning the claims, I was removed from the

My 7th grade year was much easier because I was used to being in the school with the big kids. Sports weren’t the same as they were in 6th grade. I didn’t get playing time because the 8th and 9th graders. It wasn’t too much fun playing with 8th and 9th graders. The work was still easy except for science I never understood it. It caused me to have a d in science. My 8th grade year was not so bad. I got better at sports and got a little bit of playing time. My grade in science still was bad. I got in trouble in my English class because we had had Ipads and figured out how to text on it. Kids in my class and I were texting each other on it and the other kids started putting bad stuff so I pretended that I was our

As an elementary school student, I did not have many friends. I had not been with my classmates since preschool, so I was an outsider from the start. Being so young and ignorant, I did not really see that I was bullied, disliked, and unwanted, however, as I became more mature I realized that these people I would spend 8 years of my life with looked for anything to nitpick, from my rupunzelesque hair to my love for drawing. Come middle school, I finally and completely understood the animosity, and still sat alone at lunch, worked alone in class, replied with silence to their words, and when I was even assaulted I did nothing more but shrug it off and try to ignore it. However, when I would come home in the evenings I would retreat to my bedroom where it would all hit me at once. The anguish led to rivers of tears, insomnia, low grades, a refusal to leave my home, and eventually even suicidal tendencies. My drawings became graphic, about suicide, loneliness, and the anger I felt. The school believed I had ADHD, my parents believed it was just a phase, but they were blinded by their own problems at the workplace.

Sixth grade was hard because i didn't try and that made me feel useless. One part of me said hey why aren't you even trying don't victimize yourself, and the other side was like kill yourself. My favorite subject was science and art. I liked looking at the terrapin and I liked how we increased our observation. In art, well in art we didn't do much of anything artsy. We just at there and talked about stuff people found in boxes and called time capsules. I didn't listen I just drew. I failed so that was the end of it, it was my fault. I almost never went to school. I was in and out of mental

I was in a “math enrichment” class, meaning that it was just an assistance class for kids struggling in math. Horrifyingly enough, the same kids that were trapping me outside in the cold, were also taking the same math assistance class as myself. As the year progressed, I soon found myself becoming a scapegoat. This means that whenever kids needed someone to threaten or harass, they had me. I was just the kid easy enough to pick on, and I let myself become an easy target. As years went on and I left middle school, I began to realize that all those kids that made me feel bad about myself probably had many problems in their home life, and were just insecure about themselves and their situation. One night however, I did decide to look into some of the kids that bullied me in middle school, and what I learned was shocking. Some of these kids were under a tremendous amounts of stress at home, and it turned out that one of the guys that bullied me the most had a father that was shot and killed in San Juan, Puerto Rico for pulling a gun on a police

Seventh grade, less homework, easier assignments, more forgiveness, and more precious time. One difference between seventh grade and eighth grade is less overall despised homework. Considering that we had much longer extension classes and daily thirty five minute seminars, bringing three pages of worksheets from all you classes home wasn't very common. Homework was also much less difficult. We learned different subjects last year at different paces students

Right now I feel extremely stranded on what to do, I cannot even walk into the school without the fear of being attacked, or having my personal property wrecked, or simply being called down, and names. I'm so lost as to what to do, and I know you are trying to figure this out but it's time to start sitting people down and questioning hard because this is not fair to me to not be feeling safe, comfortable, or accepted when i walk through the doors. I am not innocent when it comes to bullying, I have done it before, but in the past 6 months you and even my parents could tell I've came a long way, I have grown from a 52% average last semester to over an 80% average this semester. It's sickening to me what's happening and is physically,

Through Out elementary school I was bullied. I never really wanted to tell anybody, because I figured no one would believe me. They only saw what what on the outside of me which was a pretty, little, intelligent girl. Every time I got on the bus I was scared because, every day they would make fun of me. I used to think’’ Is it my hair, the way I dress, or are they just making fun of me.’’ Every night I told myself I was ugly and no one liked me. Then eventually I just stopped talking to most of my friends. I lost most of them. When I came home from school my step-dad used to ask me “How was your day?’’ I just said good and went upstairs and cried. I just felt like their was’nt enough room for me in this world. I used to even think my mom did’nt like me at one point. When ever I

Then third grade started and I adapted to Lower School. Then the bullying got worse. She started doing mean things to me more often. I remember she just kept saying compliments then she’d say she was just kidding and I know it doesn’t seem that bad, but when she did it excessively it started to get worse. I talked to my parents and they said to have courage and strength to talk to her. That was really hard because when I was younger I was shy and didn’t know how little me would stand up to her. I just kept my mouth shut and felt like I was alone because I didn’t know how to talk to people at that time about this. The other part of the bullying was she had a way of luring people, which were my friends. I’ve had a best friend since preschool and we are still friends but this bully (I don’t know why) found a way to take her away. As you can expect besides having this one best friend, I had two other best friends who we hung out with during every moment of the school day together. She found a

The bullying started on the flight to Hawaii. The girls would push me when the dance teacher was not around, but it got worse; I was roomed with three girls from the modern dance group. In the hotel, they made me sleep on the couch even though there were two beds. In addition, when we all went to go eat as a group at the Cheesecake Factory they put salt in my cake while I stepped out to go to the restroom. Also one of my roommates had commented when we were practicing before the performance in Hawaii that they wish there was a special ed here to take my spot because they could obviously do better dancing than me, knowing the teacher was there and heard she did nothing about that comment. I was upset so I told the teacher the things that had to happen she said she would fix it. She did not because she told me that while everyone is at the pool having fun I am in here crying in the room like a 4-year-old because I cannot get over a joke. The whole trip was a disaster I was alone no friends and no support from my teacher. I never told anyone about what had happed until my junior year when I decided to open up.

Their petty stunts did not last. It quickly escalated from gum on a locker to pushes and shoves in the hallway. They began to use my cousin’s death against me, as some sort of sick insult. I was bullied by mainly one individual for the duration of my sophomore and junior year. Eventually, I began to seek therapy through the persuasion of my family and close friends. Being in therapy has helped me improve drastically as a person and get back on the right track. Unfortunately, my grades for sophomore and junior year suffered as well and are not where I’d like them to be. I know I could have done much better had there been different circumstances. Today, I feel I have overcome what was diagnosed as PTSD and depression. I am in a much better place than I was this time last year and I want to continue my education. Since my experience of having to cope with his untimely death, it has become my dream to graduate college as a registered nurse. I want to help people and save lives. If I could positively impact the life of just one person, everything I've gone through will be worth it. To help others and care for those who need it most will be very fulfilling to