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4/22/2014 1:56:40 AM
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Stories about being Bullied.
*THE POINT: If you have ever been bullied by somebody in school, please share if you would like to.*
When I was in School, I was not a really sociable person. I was very shy, and kinda insecure about myself. Naturally I became a target for the narrow minded children of that time. Outside of the usual name calling, I was beaten, pushed down, de-humanized, and down right treated like an animal.
When I was in 8th grade a kid walked up to me and just started punching me in the face. I don't know why to this day, it was horrifying watching a circle forming around you with about 30 other kids screaming, and laughing. It felt like being a pit with a giant spot light directly on you. And there is absolutely nothing that you can do to get out of it.
On top of that, I was constantly told that I was worthless. I was nothing more than a waste of meat and I would always be that way. Now, I know that is not true--but at that time, when you're told that enough--you start to believe it. I dreaded going back to school, I looked for ANY excuse to stay home. I cried myself to sleep many nights, hoping and praying that it would all just go away. So that I could fade into obscurity, and recover what was left of my soul.
But still, it came. And the more I stood by and did nothing, the worse it got. There were times where I fought back and won. I was proud of myself, but then it came right back again.
My school could do nothing. All they could do was put them in suspension, or call their parents. But that just made things worse, either their parents whispering in their ear, or a misplaced sense of revenge cause them to lash back.
...By that time, I have had enough of it. I wanted it all to end in one fail swoop.
When I was in 9th grade, I was planning to kill myself. I had it all planned out, I would leave a long note beside me, take lots of painkillers (or whatever there was) and just drift away overnight.
There I was, seconds away from popping the first pill. Then something happened, everything around me faded and I saw something. It was like a voice in a cold silence and it spoke to me.
It told me that "this is not how you will end. There is much more to life than what you're feeling now. You will go on, have a blessed life, you will have a family, a loving wife, children, and everything that you have experienced will have no hold over you anymore."
I dont know why I believed it, but I did. I put those things away and believed it.
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Now here I am. Almost a decade later, I am graduating college, I am getting married this June to my absolute Best Friend ever!
...And absolutely NONE of the things that I have gone through have held me back once. I was so afraid of life here, that I was willing to cut it short. It was but a fragment of the life that I will live. If somebody tells you that you're nothing, they are wrong! You're a human, your life has meaning! Let NOBODY on this planet tell you otherwise.
Because somebody out there loves you.
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3 RepliesI was bullied from the 4th grade till 10th grade. My parents were divorced and for some reason kids thought this was something to make fun of. Also a few teachers joined in. I was only bullied verbally until tenth grade. I was raised not to fight unless the other person throws a punch first. During the summer going into 10th grade I hit a horrible growth spurt. I grew from 5ft to 5 ft 10. I put on about 40lbs of muscle working bailing hay as well. Well the year started, my bullies started at it again. Then one day, one of them pulls a knife out on me in the hall. I am like well ok, this is going to be a great day. I tell him if he is going to pull a knife on me he better know how to use it. His friends start laughing. I warn him if he doesn't put it away I will for him. I had, had enough of them at this point. He lunges at me, holding the knife like a moron. I side step swing my bag around his wrist, jerk down, drive my knee into his face. he drops the knife to hold his nose crying like a baby. I then run at his closest friend. I just start throwing wild punches, I am in a rage at this point. I start kick the second friend that i just punched, he is crying. Meanwhile the other two friends are standing there like duh hell do we do. So I turn to face them and say " you mother -blam!-ers wanna die today because I promise if either of you jumps in, someone is going to die" I walk over to there little gang leader and proceed to kick him in the ribs for good measure. A teacher comes down the hall, I tell her what happened. I am sent to the office, the other two go to the hospital. I am threatened with expulsion for fighting and assault. My family gets involved, we threaten a law suit. The school pulls camera footage to see what happened. They see the kid did have a knife, he gets expelled and his 3 goons are kicked out for 3 weeks. Moral; never back down, stand up for yourself when you have had enough, don't let others walk over you.
