Let's Talk about Bullying

[Dog19]

They say suicide is the third leading cause of death for children in the United States, and kids who are bullied are 20 times more likely to commit suicide then those who are not.

Why are kids killing themselves over some lame ole playground buffoonery? Where's the proof that such things occur? And why does bullying create so much pain and sadness for an individual?

Well I'm here to answer all those questions today. Because I was a victim of bullying and social rejection. And to be honest, it was a very dark and brutal experience. On my first day of fourth grade I befriended two ingenuous girls, but on my second day they ditched me and told me I was too strange to be friends with, the rest of my peers agreed, and they all rejected me. I was heart broken and thought it wouldn't get worse.

But In middle school it was explosive. I was called everything under the sun! fat, disgusting, freak, lame, weirdo, ugly, everything in the book. One day I left my bag in the lunchroom, ran back only to discover, that the people I thought were my friends turned against me, and dumped packs of gunky yogurt into my bag. Soaking everything inside it.

Finally my heart bled and I felt a sharp stabbing in my chest. I was depressed, the bullies won and there was nothing I could do about it. I stayed depressed for months, I felt helpless. Like there was nowhere for me to go, and no where to hide from my tormentors. But apart of the problem was my fault. I never reached out to anyone for help. I thought the teachers wouldn't care and I was in this alone.

But I was wrong. I could of told the teachers and reported the bullies, I could of put more effort into making friends and formed my own group of people. I could of told my parents my worries, I could of been bold and stood up for myself. and if all that didn't work I could always get physical and punch back. So much I could of done to prevent my ordeal but just like the weak person I was I stood for it all.

[zagor]

My middle school experience was hellish. The only thing that kept me going was that my neighborhood experience at the time was pretty good.

When I was a sophomore in HS my worst tormentor from Jr. High wound up in my math class. A couple weeks into the term I was in class before the teacher got there and he and just couple others were in the room. He started mocking me; I turned around, stared at him and said STFU. He never bothered me again. Wished I had done that 3 years earlier.