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| Stories Of Surviving Bullying |
| Here are people's experiences of bullying. No names are needed unless people don't mind putting their name beside their story for all to see. I hope this makes at least one person feel less alone and that it gives someone the strength to reach out for help to stop what is happening to them. Anyone who has been bullied and is still here is a survivor, even if they don't feel like one. |
| Rose's Story It began when I was about 5 years old I suppose. On the first day of school, I was so scared of all the people I began to cry, all the other kids laughed and from then on everyone seemed to hate me. I've never fully understood why, the only reason was that I was shy. I don't understand how people can be so cruel to someone just because they are shy. Of course there were other reasons, I'm an ugly, disgusting and unlovable person all round, or so I believe now, because of all that happened to me. During the first few years of school I never really had a friend and people just left me out of things and called me horrible names. It got worse when a new girl came to the school during the last 3 or 4 years that I was there. Her, and two other girls were the main people who bullied me, although everyone else did join frequently, it's those three who I really remember. Curses Uninhabited, Uninspired, Those words are like a curse. Day by day, Night by night, I hear the same cruel verse. |
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| No light, Can't fight, There is no time to rehearse. Don't lie, Don't cry, It'll only make things worse. 31st August 2000 |
| After this girl came I was never left alone. I stood next to the school doors in the same place every day, and I have never felt so alone in all my life. I stood every day, watching everybody else playing and laughing, just waiting for when they would all come and stand around me to laugh at me and call me names. I wanted to die then, I thought of killing myself all the time just to get out of school, I'm not sure why I never just did it. Inside school, in the classroom, I had to sit on a table with the people who bullied me and I just sat and listened to them being cruel to me, they never stopped, it honestly was constant. They threw things at me, stole my things, tripped me up, but it only ever once got properly physical, I was grabbed, thrown around and my ankle was very nearly broken - people just stood and laughed. The worst thing though was being left out, having to watch everyone else playing. I did try to join in but I was always rejected so I think I just gave up in the end. Sometimes if someone was alone they would ask me to play with them, but I was always the last resort, and often the only reason someone asked me was so that they could take me to their group and leave me out and call me names. This happened for years and I'de rather die than ever have to go through all that again, it was a living hell. I don't really know what else to say about what happened, I have never spoken about it and writing this short story was very hard. I remember all that happened, not the words, but their faces, how I felt, how I felt inside. It killed me, and I still don't think I realise the full impact it has had on me. Please, if anyone else is going through this I want to talk to you, to help. The thought of this happening to other people hurts me so very much. I never told a soul, there was no one to tell and perhaps if I had shared it things would have been different. It hurts so much to keep it all inside and people being bullied shouldn't have to do that. |
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| Anonymous Story Of Workplace Bullying I just recently lost my job of 14 and 1/2 years. Got a new supervisor in Aug. 2002, the guy pulled up beside me in a gas station one day, noticed the vehicle I was driving and ever since then, this guy just had it out for me, he wanted to know how I could afford to drive the vehicle, he asked if I knew some drug dealer he knew, he asked what year was my vehicle and when I told him he says well I assume you have made a few payments on it. This was in Sep. 2002, then in Oct. 2002 the false allegations started. I went to human resource after the 3rd write up with documentations of harassment and I told when I would like to go and talk with his boss and him so I did. I just wanted them to investigate the allegations. When I went in to talk to his boss she told me maybe I was a little too professional after 14 and 1/2 years of service, she said maybe it was my body language. Well I was so devastated after that point I felt like I was getting sick and started going to see my doctor on my lunch break, because I kept crying and could not stay focus. I could not sleep at night because every time I closed my eyes I could hear her saying those things to me - after that point my supervisor pulled me out of the department when I had worked for 9 years by myself, he put me in the area where he works so he could get a better dose of harassing me. He only gave me two days training, so I felt like he was setting me up to make a mistake and if I made the right mistake he could fire me. He put two people in the area where I used to work after I had been asking for help, because there were always two people there even before I worked there. You see I was never late or did not miss time off from work, so he could not get me on that, so he tried to use other things against me. He even coerced other people into believing his allegations, kept on with the harassing mw. It led up to him asking me could my husband still go, well I went back to human resource to let them know I needed to file a grievance and they said to me originally we told him to fire you, but because that was the day I was to have surgery she said she did not want me to go into the operating room with that on my mind. Oh my God I thought I was going to die in the operating room and when I woke up in the recovery room the nurse stated to me it took me a long time to wake up and I just started crying, while recovering from surgery I just cried, cried, cried, because thats all I could hear when I closed my eyes. I could not sleep, could not swallow my food and a week before I was fired he asked me how much do you get for unemployment? I should have caught on then but I didn't, then I think he set me up and said I misslabeled something, but I believe he went as far as switching labels to make it look that way and now that I have been fired I cannot afford to go see a psychiatrist, but I am trying to find someone who can put me on a sliding fee scale but it is hard. You see my husband retired because of open heart surgery in July 2002 and I told him I would carry him on my insurance but that was before this guy became my supervisor and he heard me tell me old supervisor that I thought I would be able to take early retirement, but I could not since I had to carry my husband on my insurance. Well that just triggered him. Thanks for being there! |
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| My Story of Bullying, by Saddened Laughter Bullying has been a big part of my life. I'm not sure why people do it, all I know is that they do and it hurts. I can't actually remember a time without being teased. I used to have such a big heart, and laughed freely. But then when I was picked on, I slowly set myself away from the outside world. Nobody liked me and nobody cared, is what I often thought. Now that I think about it, the eatly years of being bullied weren't as bad as how it is now. Through the years the names progressed, I became a loner, and someone to pick on. This past 7th grade was the hardest on me so far, I guess. I got in a few fights, have been called names, and got to an all time low. I didn't trust anybody really, and I was actually bitten by a 'friend' just so she could have her way. I was treated like dirt actually, no, probably lower that dirt because I wasn't popular, or skinny, or any of that. The only thing that kept me up was writing, art and some of the best teachers in the world. I used to cry sometimes because it got so bad, and crying is something I've tried to push out. I don't deserve to cry, is what I told myself. I was called fat, a bitch, a whore, a nobody, a geek, and just about anything else you can name. I was even made fun of on the last day of school! The only thing that kept me, again, from sinking down further into depression were some very often teachers. I have no life after school actually, especially not outside. I used to, but then a former friend of mine ruined everything I had worked so hard for. School is like a treat for me though, because no one bullies me like my mother. At one point she said I do nasty things, which I don't. I read for information and she turns it against me. She turns me liking Japan against me too. Unlike school, where only a few things I do are wrong, at home most of the things I do are wrong. My mother is what drove me to the edge, and one night I screamed at my grandma for not giving me my knife. I claimed that if mom could drink, get drunk, and act like an idiot to feel good, then I should be able to cut myself to feel good too. I now go to my room or try to block out the bullying when I recieve it, but sometimes it's hard and I'll loose it. It's really hard to be bullied, and no one should feel the way I, and others do. |
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