Bullying Stories
“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.
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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.
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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.
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Dude, you seriously got to stand up for yourself. You only got to do it once and they will all stop forever. Seriously.
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