“So, what is Bullying Long Term Effects and Bullying Stories Blog about. It’s actually been 28 years in the making for me. I am currently working on a documentary film about the long term effects of bullying. With this blog, I am hoping to collect your stories and start to share in what I believe to be the long term effects that being bullied or being a bully has on us as adults. This isn’t the kids perspective, but an adult perspective on how those informative years affect how we are as adults today: our fears, our attitude, and our memories of childhood.
I hope you will be willing to share your story about your experience with bullying here and maybe you will also want to be in the documentary. It is my hope that, by sharing the experience of bullying here, we can help ourselves, and others learn to cope with their experiences and know they are not alone.”
This is a very intriguing and unique weblog about bullying. It’s creator is creating a documentary about bullying and its long term effects.
When I was young the bullies were always the boys that had failed a grade or two and were bigger that the other boys. If you were smart and quiet they would always pick on you. I know I was one of the boys that was always picked on and I hated it. Something needs to be done at the school level to prevent this from happening.
i’ve been bullied all my life. starting from preschool to 3rd grade, i was beat up everyday. I would come home in bruises and crying. 3rd grade and up was verbal abuse. But there was one day in 6th grade, that was worse than all the others, to me at least. Simple, because other kids joined in, compared to the usuals one or two kids, and the rest ignoring us.
6th grade i dressed dark, and wouldn’t smile. Simple because i didn’t know who i was( i still don’t), and i couldn’t smile. My friends and i were just sitting in our corner of the gym in the morning, when these three boys came over to me. I reconized them from my 1st period class, where they would always spit on my chair, make fun of me, pull my hair, ask me how to ‘properly cut your wrist’ and what not. The first boy knelt down in front of me and started making slicing motions on his wrist,
“do i fit in? DO i belong now? Oh it feels so good!!” Then the other two boys started to join in, my friends jsut stared as more and more kids started to surround me. in less than minute, there were over 10 kids! As the first boy started calling me fat and ugly and emo, making slicing movements, asking to see my cuts. They laughed. They all laughed and pointed. It hurt so much. Even thinking about it now hurts.
I remember everyone, whne they were punching me, spitting at me, calling me names. Fat and ugly were always thrown in there. I already had self-esteem issues, and that just amde it worse. I starved myself. And my cutting got worst ( i had been cutting since i was 9). Even now, with me being ignored, comments everynow and then. I can’t help but wonder if they were right.
Dude, you seriously got to stand up for yourself. You only got to do it once and they will all stop forever. Seriously.
I’ve been bullied for 5 years, I am currently in grade 10 in high school now. It started in grade 5, I don’t know why, but I was bullied, I had less and less friends. In grade 6 I was bullied even more, by more people. I took it. Then came junior high school. I went to a different school than all my friends and bullies. So I thought I had new life. I was wrong, I had a girlfriend. Then the one person I told all my bullying experience told this bully, I trusted him. So I lost my girlfriend, my friends and my hope. Grade 8 was when I had enough, I tried fighting back physically but I was too weak. What was worst was that the main bully stole my girlfriend and danced in front of me at every school dance possible. I used weapons like extention cords, I showed them my knife, they still bullied, even more comments, threats and violence. I told my parents, we talked with the principle and vice principle. Yet, they did nothing, they could do nothing, I had no proof and no friends to back me up. Grade 9 came and I was little by little getting fed up with it, they farted on my, they pants’d me, they even once pulled down my underwear after chasing me. They took my things and lit them on fire. No proof. On my birthday, they kept punching me as hard as they would, 100 times each. I was dying, so I bitch slapped the first guy and choked the second guy, the teacher came and said to go home. I went home and the next day they bullied me threatening me in front of 40-50 people. Nobody stopped them, for 20 minutes I was being physically bullied. I found out the first bullies locker combination and took his stuff and threw it in the garbage and in a nearby ravine. Then I found out that I had been watched the whole time. I found this out in the summer before grade 10. They still continued after all this. I stold the school keys and then I kept vandalizing the school because I could not do anything else. I am now in a high school, with my old and new bullies. I have no hope. I am doing so poorly in school. The principle, the vice principle, teachers, my parents, nobody can save me now.
I have something I want 2 say and I hope it helps u. It’s actually a quote from a tv program but what the hey.
“the thing about high school is, everyone there is terrified to be different, but then they get to a certain age and almost overnight everyone wants to be. That’s where you come first.”
Hope that helped.