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I think that one of the reasons that I got bullied was the fact that I found it difficult to make friends. My parents went to university when I was young so at the time when they should have been taking me out to socialise with other people/children I was at home because my parents were too poor and too busy.
When I was at primary school I was fairly shy, I don’t remember the first time that I started to get bullied but I know that the more I got bullied the quieter I became. I was best friends with the most popular girl in school, Rachel*, she was nice but a bit dim. Everyone knows or should know that the popular people tend to also be bullies. Because I was friends with one I was exposed to the nastier side of the popular people. I was shy, quiet and had curly hair, this made me different from them and so therefore I was an easy target. This was when I probably began to realise that just because people were your friends it doesn’t mean that you can trust them. I also learnt another important lesson at primary school: nobody can do anything about bullying. I learnt this after being the centre of attention to of a particularly nasty gang of kid’s lead by Claire*. This was probably scarier because it was physical abuse but it was strangely not as hurtful as the mental abuse that I suffered at the hands of Rachel and the other popular people. I went to the headmaster everyday to try and get them to stop. Everyday he would call them into his office and tell them “if you get called in here one more time then you’ll get expelled.” But he never did anything even though they had to keep going to his office everyday. Claire’s gang knew that he would never do anything so they continued to bully me. What few ‘friends’ I had distanced themselves from me, or joined Claire’s gang so in the end I was alone. Some people say that the reason bullies do what they do is because they’re jealous of you but why would they be jealous of someone who is being bullied?
When I moved to high school things were OK for a while, after all everyone was starting from scratch so gangs hadn’t been formed yet. I was very very quiet in year 7 as I had very little idea of how to interact with people; I had got used to keeping my head down so that I wasn’t noticed. I found one girl, Shell*, who became my best friend for a couple of years. One day after registration my form tutor told Shell to stay behind so that he could have a word with her. She told me when she had got out of the room that he had told her that she shouldn’t be friends with me because I was weird. To this day I have no idea why he said that, in year 7 I was the perfect pupil, I did all my class work and homework on time and I nearly always got top marks, I didn’t mess around in class. That knocked me down and I always remember that whether I’m happy or sad, in the back of my mind I will always remember that I am ‘weird’. If I ever see him in a dark alley I will kick the s**t out of him for giving me that complex.
During years 7, 8 and 9 I suffered mental and physical bullying but I think that I was pretty lucky, the gangs never stayed interested in me for long. I made sure never to make friends with any of the popular people as sticking yourself in the spotlight with a bunch of people who only care about themselves is just asking to get bullied. I came out of my shell a bit and learned to have fun, I was always wary of trusting people too much but sometimes I could forget about everything and just have fun, sometimes I could even have good days.
In year 9 I made friends with a group of people outside of school, I discovered something that I thought was just a myth CONFIDENCE!!!!!!!! My confidence rocketed and it was like a drug. I felt fantastic, I could feel myself changing and I enjoyed my transformation. I made friends with a new group of people at school and that was where I met my best friend Kat*, we were great together. She was loud and said what she felt like when she felt like it and I was the more reserved of the duo. I became a bit of a s**t, I had boyfriend after boyfriend after boyfriend and sometimes they overlapped but I didn’t care, I had fun!
At the start of year 10 Kat* had to move due to difficult circumstances. I felt like half of myself had been ripped away. Slowly my confidence evaporated away. I managed to keep up the pretence that everything was fine, everyone was fooled. At the end of year 10 all of my friends fell out with me for no reason. I was totally alone with no one to talk to. All the loneliness and pain from my memories at primary school came flooding back and filled the space in me that my confidence had left. In year 11 my ‘friends’ decided to accept me back into their group, I had no where else to go so I allowed myself to be sucked back into their false friendships. I was a different person though, touched again by the memories I had hoped were gone from my mind had changed me forever.
I think that there are two main ways to deal with bullying, you can stand up for yourself in which case there is a strong possibility of getting the 5hit kicked out of you, or you can ignore them. I chose the latter of the two. I built walls around myself until the wall had a personality of its own. The wall was the one that didn’t care and could cope with whatever anybody said or did while inside the real me flinched and cried with every blow they took. When I found my confidence I let the wall fall into disrepair, I began to trust people and because of this stupidity I got burned pretty badly. My walls are now reinforced with steel and I learned to appreciate my own company again. I’m now at college and here I have a new group of friends, they are all more grown up and mature then the people at high school. I enjoy spending time with them but can not bring myself to fully trust them. I sit in their company and try to be myself but I can’t all I feel is walls, the real me seems to have left when my confidence left so now all I am is an empty shell. To the outside world I am nice and polite but slightly quiet and people mistake me for being one of them. Perhaps I will always be this way, an empty hollow person but at least this way I don’t get hurt.........
* names have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty and the stupid.
When I was at primary school I was fairly shy, I don’t remember the first time that I started to get bullied but I know that the more I got bullied the quieter I became. I was best friends with the most popular girl in school, Rachel*, she was nice but a bit dim. Everyone knows or should know that the popular people tend to also be bullies. Because I was friends with one I was exposed to the nastier side of the popular people. I was shy, quiet and had curly hair, this made me different from them and so therefore I was an easy target. This was when I probably began to realise that just because people were your friends it doesn’t mean that you can trust them. I also learnt another important lesson at primary school: nobody can do anything about bullying. I learnt this after being the centre of attention to of a particularly nasty gang of kid’s lead by Claire*. This was probably scarier because it was physical abuse but it was strangely not as hurtful as the mental abuse that I suffered at the hands of Rachel and the other popular people. I went to the headmaster everyday to try and get them to stop. Everyday he would call them into his office and tell them “if you get called in here one more time then you’ll get expelled.” But he never did anything even though they had to keep going to his office everyday. Claire’s gang knew that he would never do anything so they continued to bully me. What few ‘friends’ I had distanced themselves from me, or joined Claire’s gang so in the end I was alone. Some people say that the reason bullies do what they do is because they’re jealous of you but why would they be jealous of someone who is being bullied?
When I moved to high school things were OK for a while, after all everyone was starting from scratch so gangs hadn’t been formed yet. I was very very quiet in year 7 as I had very little idea of how to interact with people; I had got used to keeping my head down so that I wasn’t noticed. I found one girl, Shell*, who became my best friend for a couple of years. One day after registration my form tutor told Shell to stay behind so that he could have a word with her. She told me when she had got out of the room that he had told her that she shouldn’t be friends with me because I was weird. To this day I have no idea why he said that, in year 7 I was the perfect pupil, I did all my class work and homework on time and I nearly always got top marks, I didn’t mess around in class. That knocked me down and I always remember that whether I’m happy or sad, in the back of my mind I will always remember that I am ‘weird’. If I ever see him in a dark alley I will kick the s**t out of him for giving me that complex.
During years 7, 8 and 9 I suffered mental and physical bullying but I think that I was pretty lucky, the gangs never stayed interested in me for long. I made sure never to make friends with any of the popular people as sticking yourself in the spotlight with a bunch of people who only care about themselves is just asking to get bullied. I came out of my shell a bit and learned to have fun, I was always wary of trusting people too much but sometimes I could forget about everything and just have fun, sometimes I could even have good days.
In year 9 I made friends with a group of people outside of school, I discovered something that I thought was just a myth CONFIDENCE!!!!!!!! My confidence rocketed and it was like a drug. I felt fantastic, I could feel myself changing and I enjoyed my transformation. I made friends with a new group of people at school and that was where I met my best friend Kat*, we were great together. She was loud and said what she felt like when she felt like it and I was the more reserved of the duo. I became a bit of a s**t, I had boyfriend after boyfriend after boyfriend and sometimes they overlapped but I didn’t care, I had fun!
At the start of year 10 Kat* had to move due to difficult circumstances. I felt like half of myself had been ripped away. Slowly my confidence evaporated away. I managed to keep up the pretence that everything was fine, everyone was fooled. At the end of year 10 all of my friends fell out with me for no reason. I was totally alone with no one to talk to. All the loneliness and pain from my memories at primary school came flooding back and filled the space in me that my confidence had left. In year 11 my ‘friends’ decided to accept me back into their group, I had no where else to go so I allowed myself to be sucked back into their false friendships. I was a different person though, touched again by the memories I had hoped were gone from my mind had changed me forever.
I think that there are two main ways to deal with bullying, you can stand up for yourself in which case there is a strong possibility of getting the 5hit kicked out of you, or you can ignore them. I chose the latter of the two. I built walls around myself until the wall had a personality of its own. The wall was the one that didn’t care and could cope with whatever anybody said or did while inside the real me flinched and cried with every blow they took. When I found my confidence I let the wall fall into disrepair, I began to trust people and because of this stupidity I got burned pretty badly. My walls are now reinforced with steel and I learned to appreciate my own company again. I’m now at college and here I have a new group of friends, they are all more grown up and mature then the people at high school. I enjoy spending time with them but can not bring myself to fully trust them. I sit in their company and try to be myself but I can’t all I feel is walls, the real me seems to have left when my confidence left so now all I am is an empty shell. To the outside world I am nice and polite but slightly quiet and people mistake me for being one of them. Perhaps I will always be this way, an empty hollow person but at least this way I don’t get hurt.........
* names have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty and the stupid.
I think that one of the reasons that I got bullied was the fact that I found it difficult to make friends. My parents went to university when I was young so at the time when they should have been taking me out to socialise with other people/children I was at home because my parents were too poor and too busy.
When I was at primary school I was fairly shy, I don’t remember the first time that I started to get bullied but I know that the more I got bullied the quieter I became. I was best friends with the most popular girl in school, Rachel*, she was nice but a bit dim. Everyone knows or should know that the popular people tend to also be bullies. Because I was friends with one I was exposed to the nastier side of the popular people. I was shy, quiet and had curly hair, this made me different from them and so therefore I was an easy target. This was when I probably began to realise that just because people were your friends it doesn’t mean that you can trust them. I also learnt another important lesson at primary school: nobody can do anything about bullying. I learnt this after being the centre of attention to of a particularly nasty gang of kid’s lead by Claire*. This was probably scarier because it was physical abuse but it was strangely not as hurtful as the mental abuse that I suffered at the hands of Rachel and the other popular people. I went to the headmaster everyday to try and get them to stop. Everyday he would call them into his office and tell them “if you get called in here one more time then you’ll get expelled.” But he never did anything even though they had to keep going to his office everyday. Claire’s gang knew that he would never do anything so they continued to bully me. What few ‘friends’ I had distanced themselves from me, or joined Claire’s gang so in the end I was alone. Some people say that the reason bullies do what they do is because they’re jealous of you but why would they be jealous of someone who is being bullied?
When I moved to high school things were OK for a while, after all everyone was starting from scratch so gangs hadn’t been formed yet. I was very very quiet in year 7 as I had very little idea of how to interact with people; I had got used to keeping my head down so that I wasn’t noticed. I found one girl, Shell*, who became my best friend for a couple of years. One day after registration my form tutor told Shell to stay behind so that he could have a word with her. She told me when she had got out of the room that he had told her that she shouldn’t be friends with me because I was weird. To this day I have no idea why he said that, in year 7 I was the perfect pupil, I did all my class work and homework on time and I nearly always got top marks, I didn’t mess around in class. That knocked me down and I always remember that whether I’m happy or sad, in the back of my mind I will always remember that I am ‘weird’. If I ever see him in a dark alley I will kick the s**t out of him for giving me that complex.
During years 7, 8 and 9 I suffered mental and physical bullying but I think that I was pretty lucky, the gangs never stayed interested in me for long. I made sure never to make friends with any of the popular people as sticking yourself in the spotlight with a bunch of people who only care about themselves is just asking to get bullied. I came out of my shell a bit and learned to have fun, I was always wary of trusting people too much but sometimes I could forget about everything and just have fun, sometimes I could even have good days.
In year 9 I made friends with a group of people outside of school, I discovered something that I thought was just a myth CONFIDENCE!!!!!!!! My confidence rocketed and it was like a drug. I felt fantastic, I could feel myself changing and I enjoyed my transformation. I made friends with a new group of people at school and that was where I met my best friend Kat*, we were great together. She was loud and said what she felt like when she felt like it and I was the more reserved of the duo. I became a bit of a s**t, I had boyfriend after boyfriend after boyfriend and sometimes they overlapped but I didn’t care, I had fun!
At the start of year 10 Kat* had to move due to difficult circumstances. I felt like half of myself had been ripped away. Slowly my confidence evaporated away. I managed to keep up the pretence that everything was fine, everyone was fooled. At the end of year 10 all of my friends fell out with me for no reason. I was totally alone with no one to talk to. All the loneliness and pain from my memories at primary school came flooding back and filled the space in me that my confidence had left. In year 11 my ‘friends’ decided to accept me back into their group, I had no where else to go so I allowed myself to be sucked back into their false friendships. I was a different person though, touched again by the memories I had hoped were gone from my mind had changed me forever.
I think that there are two main ways to deal with bullying, you can stand up for yourself in which case there is a strong possibility of getting the 5hit kicked out of you, or you can ignore them. I chose the latter of the two. I built walls around myself until the wall had a personality of its own. The wall was the one that didn’t care and could cope with whatever anybody said or did while inside the real me flinched and cried with every blow they took. When I found my confidence I let the wall fall into disrepair, I began to trust people and because of this stupidity I got burned pretty badly. My walls are now reinforced with steel and I learned to appreciate my own company again. I’m now at college and here I have a new group of friends, they are all more grown up and mature then the people at high school. I enjoy spending time with them but can not bring myself to fully trust them. I sit in their company and try to be myself but I can’t all I feel is walls, the real me seems to have left when my confidence left so now all I am is an empty shell. To the outside world I am nice and polite but slightly quiet and people mistake me for being one of them. Perhaps I will always be this way, an empty hollow person but at least this way I don’t get hurt.........
* names have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty and the stupid.
When I was at primary school I was fairly shy, I don’t remember the first time that I started to get bullied but I know that the more I got bullied the quieter I became. I was best friends with the most popular girl in school, Rachel*, she was nice but a bit dim. Everyone knows or should know that the popular people tend to also be bullies. Because I was friends with one I was exposed to the nastier side of the popular people. I was shy, quiet and had curly hair, this made me different from them and so therefore I was an easy target. This was when I probably began to realise that just because people were your friends it doesn’t mean that you can trust them. I also learnt another important lesson at primary school: nobody can do anything about bullying. I learnt this after being the centre of attention to of a particularly nasty gang of kid’s lead by Claire*. This was probably scarier because it was physical abuse but it was strangely not as hurtful as the mental abuse that I suffered at the hands of Rachel and the other popular people. I went to the headmaster everyday to try and get them to stop. Everyday he would call them into his office and tell them “if you get called in here one more time then you’ll get expelled.” But he never did anything even though they had to keep going to his office everyday. Claire’s gang knew that he would never do anything so they continued to bully me. What few ‘friends’ I had distanced themselves from me, or joined Claire’s gang so in the end I was alone. Some people say that the reason bullies do what they do is because they’re jealous of you but why would they be jealous of someone who is being bullied?
When I moved to high school things were OK for a while, after all everyone was starting from scratch so gangs hadn’t been formed yet. I was very very quiet in year 7 as I had very little idea of how to interact with people; I had got used to keeping my head down so that I wasn’t noticed. I found one girl, Shell*, who became my best friend for a couple of years. One day after registration my form tutor told Shell to stay behind so that he could have a word with her. She told me when she had got out of the room that he had told her that she shouldn’t be friends with me because I was weird. To this day I have no idea why he said that, in year 7 I was the perfect pupil, I did all my class work and homework on time and I nearly always got top marks, I didn’t mess around in class. That knocked me down and I always remember that whether I’m happy or sad, in the back of my mind I will always remember that I am ‘weird’. If I ever see him in a dark alley I will kick the s**t out of him for giving me that complex.
During years 7, 8 and 9 I suffered mental and physical bullying but I think that I was pretty lucky, the gangs never stayed interested in me for long. I made sure never to make friends with any of the popular people as sticking yourself in the spotlight with a bunch of people who only care about themselves is just asking to get bullied. I came out of my shell a bit and learned to have fun, I was always wary of trusting people too much but sometimes I could forget about everything and just have fun, sometimes I could even have good days.
In year 9 I made friends with a group of people outside of school, I discovered something that I thought was just a myth CONFIDENCE!!!!!!!! My confidence rocketed and it was like a drug. I felt fantastic, I could feel myself changing and I enjoyed my transformation. I made friends with a new group of people at school and that was where I met my best friend Kat*, we were great together. She was loud and said what she felt like when she felt like it and I was the more reserved of the duo. I became a bit of a s**t, I had boyfriend after boyfriend after boyfriend and sometimes they overlapped but I didn’t care, I had fun!
At the start of year 10 Kat* had to move due to difficult circumstances. I felt like half of myself had been ripped away. Slowly my confidence evaporated away. I managed to keep up the pretence that everything was fine, everyone was fooled. At the end of year 10 all of my friends fell out with me for no reason. I was totally alone with no one to talk to. All the loneliness and pain from my memories at primary school came flooding back and filled the space in me that my confidence had left. In year 11 my ‘friends’ decided to accept me back into their group, I had no where else to go so I allowed myself to be sucked back into their false friendships. I was a different person though, touched again by the memories I had hoped were gone from my mind had changed me forever.
I think that there are two main ways to deal with bullying, you can stand up for yourself in which case there is a strong possibility of getting the 5hit kicked out of you, or you can ignore them. I chose the latter of the two. I built walls around myself until the wall had a personality of its own. The wall was the one that didn’t care and could cope with whatever anybody said or did while inside the real me flinched and cried with every blow they took. When I found my confidence I let the wall fall into disrepair, I began to trust people and because of this stupidity I got burned pretty badly. My walls are now reinforced with steel and I learned to appreciate my own company again. I’m now at college and here I have a new group of friends, they are all more grown up and mature then the people at high school. I enjoy spending time with them but can not bring myself to fully trust them. I sit in their company and try to be myself but I can’t all I feel is walls, the real me seems to have left when my confidence left so now all I am is an empty shell. To the outside world I am nice and polite but slightly quiet and people mistake me for being one of them. Perhaps I will always be this way, an empty hollow person but at least this way I don’t get hurt.........
* names have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty and the stupid.
Fancy editing in some spaces there between the paragraphs?
With the font SR uses, a block of text like that is hard to read.
With the font SR uses, a block of text like that is hard to read.
In fairness, I think this thread deserves a better reply than that. However long the paragraphs were :^)
Interesting, your experiences were very different, and yet so familiar, to mine. Sounds like you had it tougher though.
How is that wall doing now?
As people grow up, there are more you can trust. There are still a**holes, but there are people you can trust too.
I hope you manage to distinguish the two, remember, the wall is to keep the scum out, not to keep you in.
Interesting, your experiences were very different, and yet so familiar, to mine. Sounds like you had it tougher though.
How is that wall doing now?
As people grow up, there are more you can trust. There are still a**holes, but there are people you can trust too.
I hope you manage to distinguish the two, remember, the wall is to keep the scum out, not to keep you in.
Deathskitten wrote:
> Some people say that the reason
> bullies do what they do is because they’re jealous of you but why
> would they be jealous of someone who is being bullied?
Exacatackly. That's a load of bull. I, personally, think it's because they're weak on the inside - which is another theory about bullies - therefore need to do something like that to feel powerful to themselves and their friends. I bet the 'main' bully would be a complete fool if they were by themself or something without their so-called friends by their side. T'is weak!
And that teacher, if he/she really said that, then.. wow! What.A.To$$er! It could be more than likely that this person was making it up though, either messing around or whatever.
And hey! If you're 'weird', at least you're unique, hun! Not like the clichéd scum-bags who hang around in groups looking for someone to prey on. Just think of them in the future. You studied, they bullied. They'll probably get what's coming to 'em eventually. ;)
> Some people say that the reason
> bullies do what they do is because they’re jealous of you but why
> would they be jealous of someone who is being bullied?
Exacatackly. That's a load of bull. I, personally, think it's because they're weak on the inside - which is another theory about bullies - therefore need to do something like that to feel powerful to themselves and their friends. I bet the 'main' bully would be a complete fool if they were by themself or something without their so-called friends by their side. T'is weak!
And that teacher, if he/she really said that, then.. wow! What.A.To$$er! It could be more than likely that this person was making it up though, either messing around or whatever.
And hey! If you're 'weird', at least you're unique, hun! Not like the clichéd scum-bags who hang around in groups looking for someone to prey on. Just think of them in the future. You studied, they bullied. They'll probably get what's coming to 'em eventually. ;)
The reason why you get bullied is that you try to be different from other (which is a right thing) which makes other feels uncomfortable to be with you. It's alright to be different but don't get too attach and difinitely do not judge other what they look like. You have to get friend that help you, she/he don't need to be popular (many popular people are selfcenterd and talk behind your back) al he/she needs is a great personaly and accept everything that you believe is right. (ignore that bit) I got bullied when I was at school, because I'm different from everyone else and follow the school rule (makes you look coward). Don't use fist to settle problem, you'll get a bad reputation. *bored*