We all are aware of what bullying entails and how it can have an impact on our lives, in more ways then one. I would like to share with you my experiences of being bullied
On my first day of being in Year 7 I looked around the assembly hall to see all the other students. I was terrified. I didn’t know how to make new friends. I was extremely shy. Over the next few months, it quickly became apparent that other students resorted in placing others in certain “groups”. The first sign of stigma.
I was classed as a “boffin” (Smart Alec). I got picked on because I kept my head down and studied. I was even bullied into doing other students homework.
Peer pressure and the fear of more bullying. This has caused me to always feel guilty if I were to say ‘No’ and I would fear the consequences if I were to reject something.
I was a chubby teenager therefore I was an easy target. “Earthquake” a boy shouted at me. I have been called a lot worse but due to the nature of the language that they used, I cannot state these.
This eventually led me to be anorexic and suicidal.
I was constantly receiving messages on social media or by mobile phone, I only gave my mobile number out to those I thought I trusted.
“Go slit your wrists” or “Go die”. They got what they were aiming for, I did try and self-harm.
This still makes me feel sick to my stomach. I thought I knew who my friends were, I look back in horror at how naive I was. I was chatting away, to a boy whom I thought was a good friend, on MSN messenger. The next four words almost made me vomit. “Show me your breasts” – I will not state the exact term he used. The next day at school was horrendous, I lost count how many people approached me and asked “Is it true that (his name) asked you to do that?”
This left me stunned into silence as I had only reported what had happened to a teacher. I was unaware if this boy had spread it around class about what he asked me to do. I didn’t respond to his question, I blocked every method possible so that it would prevent him from contacting me. Eventually, things started to settle down, I thought that things couldn’t possibly get any worse. How wrong I was.
It was lunchtime, I had just finished my lunch and went to find a quiet spot on the field, like I always did. The students, who I did get along with, were walking towards me, I smiled and waved however they ignored me and carried on walking past me. I know I should have been used to this type of behaviour from others by now. I kept experiencing a sharp pain throughout my back, I had not had P.E. that day so I was confused. Then I realised.
I could hear the students behind me, laughing. They were throwing sharp-ended twigs at my back, with enough force to cause a horrendous amount of pain.
I put my head down and sobbed.
I didn’t know what to do as these students were the only ones who I got along with, before this happened. Do I report them? Or do I not?
Again, with the fear of more bullying, I chose against reporting them.
I had enough of being treated this way, I left school. Teachers tried to encourage me to return however I did not feel safe there anymore. I never saw them again. After a year and a half, I did start at a new school in a different county.
I completed secondary school with 9 GCSEs. I was lucky to gain a true friend from my new school and we are still best friends to this day, she is amazing and I love her to pieces!
Bullying does not just happen in school, it can happen at work, at home, online or even on the street. Verbally, mentally, socially, emotionally and sexually. Bullying needs to stop. Full stop.
I couldn’t agree more with your last statement. Bullying can happen anywhere and it does, every single day to so many people children and adults are subjected to some kind of form of bullying and harassment.
Bullies in high school have a special kind of meanness to them, their bitter and full of self loathing and selfish thoughts. No one thinks about anyone else during those times, it’s all about survival. It’s such a shame to think kids would be walking into a much safer environment if only they understood just how little the make-up, clothing, materialistic and unique differences actually meant.
If damaged kids had better help in directing their emotions and anger, I think this world would breathe a breath of relief and peace.
If you were inspired by anyway, by Ami’s story then please feel free to check her out using the following links she’s provided below. Maybe you have some message of support you’d like to send over? Or maybe her story has help ease some of the pain and worry you have been experiencing with bulling.
My blog: Home Page
My FB page: Ami’s Blog – UndercoverSuperhero
My Twitter: @Ami_T1995
Thank all so much for reading Ami’s story and I hope you all come by next week to read another inspiring story of over coming bullies and the mental/emotional scars it gives.