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Words Hurt

Posted: 5/27/2014

I'm 15, and to say my bullying has let up is a complete lie. See at first I thought it was just kids trying to hear me talk, I was a shy 5 year old at the time so everything they did hurt a lot but I didn't breath a word about it, thinking it would stop. It didn't it got worse and soon I started coming home and locking myself in my room and crying. It's weird how every word and everything they ever said and did to me stays locked in my head. I was soon told I had depression which lead to my social anxiety. I never had a friend until 7th grade it was so lonely I had no idea how to treat a friend. But I actually left school early for a whole month, every day I would leave early and the school didn't think anything about it. So when I came clean to the school, they played it off as it was kids having fun. But how was this fun, they always cornered me and yelled names at me and taunted me. Some of them shoved me into things. It was everyday, every year. It was a cycle that no one tried to break. As for now it still happens and there are very bad side effects to it, but only for me. It's not fair I put up with the pain and mental abuse, while the school does nothing to the bullies. I wake up and afraid to take the first breath, I'm afraid to open my eyes knowing what will happen that day. I trick myself into believing what they say. I cry and scream but no one replies, I'm trapped in this cycle and I want it to stop. But the bad news is it looks like it won't, no one is attempting to stop it. It's funny I find out things about me I didn't even know. The reason I was first bullied was because I talked weird, I was asthmatic, dressed boyish, had to long of hair for girls at the time, I was too smart, I was a nerd, I ate too much, I took up to much space, I was ugly, and I wouldn't be able to accomplish anything. But I did prove them wrong one way, I accomplished one thing, and I prove it everyday by looking them in the eye holding my tears back and breathing. As for the future it will be better I know it will. But I find it funny how words hurt and no one knows then when it happens to them they expect sympathy. As well as the fact they put pressure on us (the bullied) and watch us crumble under it and they wonder why we are so quiet.

By: Kristen

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How a Bully Can Turn Into a Friend

Posted: 5/27/2014

Annoy, Hurt
Angry, Mean, Inconsiderate
Impulsive, Stunned, Ashamed, Remorseful
Kind, Caring, Help
Happy, Give

By: Caitlin

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Love Out Loud

Posted: 5/22/2014

Bullying is unfortunately something I endured for most of my childhood and even my youth. It got in the way of my confidence, happiness, and destroyed a large portion of my life. However, I survived, and so can you. To anyone reading this who is a victim of bullying, know that it isn’t you, it’s them. If someone has a need to make fun of someone else, they are dealing with their own troubles. Find something that you love, in terms of an art form or a hobby and bask in it. I am a Singer/Songwriter and wrote my new record “Love Out Loud” about turning hate into love. It’s my labor of love to victims of bullying, and to anyone having a rough time in their life. It’s hard to deal with people sometimes, but following your dreams, staying true to yourself, and loving yourself will set you free from anything.

By: Warren Nomi

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My Story

Posted: 5/22/2014

This is my story about bullying. It started when I was in 5th grade after my first talent show when I said at the being that I sing this song for my mom who had lost a lot that year. I didn’t think that by saying that it would trigger teasing from a boy I thought was my friend. Non-stop it was ‘ why did you say that’ or ‘ the song you sang was so dumb’. I didn’t know what bullying was than nor did I really care. It wasn’t till the end of my 5th grade year that the whole time I was being bullied by this boy, I was so hurt. When I stared 6th grade I was called names and pushed around in the hall but I never really thought of it as bullying . I always tried to be nice to people because I thought if I was nice they would be nice back, I was wrong. The name calling got worse till the point I didn’t want to go to school. In 7th grade I was still being called names and even my friends were being called names because of me. I didn’t want too bring them into my problems but they didn’t drop me like I wanted them to it made me want to cry. I got dirty looks everyday and was even called names at my bus. I always thought a school was a safe place were a student could be safe and have someone to look to when things got bad. At one point in 7th grade I got a pair of nice boots from my adopted sister Amber. I wore them a lot because I loved them. One day I was walking down the hall-way when a girl stepped on the heel and tore it clean off, I cried so hard for a long time because I didn’t know why she did that, I know she was one of the girls that bullied me but I still don’t know why she would trip me. I walked around school trying to be strong and not cry my eyes out. I had to limp a little to make it look like nothing was wrong but I think everyone saw right through me and my act. After that I wore black and called myself goth,or emo,or even a punk, because I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I got sick a lot and missed a lot of school and that got me picked on more because I was known as the ‘Vampire girl’. I was always keeping myself from people and when I tried to act in a sport I never was able to do it because I didn’t want to be picked on more. If things like this never happened to me I would have never started to care so much about bullying. As my 8th grade year started I waned to do more in my school than the school was doing itself. I was put in a class and was asked to do many things about bullying everyone always played it off as a joke and didn’t really bother with it. I started to talk about bullying more and more and when I did a presentation about it, I was called stupid and was told I was worthless and that no one cared about me. I say bullying everywhere I went and it didn’t matter where I was it was always there. At a park, school, pools, library, ect…. I started wearing black less and less to prove a point that I’m not like everyone else and that if you truly are a friend than you would be with me the whole way as I tried to win my goal. I will say that I have said mean things to people to try and hide my tears and my pain and show that I’m strong but in truth I’m about as strong as a fly is. I just want to help the other people that I have seem be bullied by others.

I want to stop bullying as much as everyone and I will do everything in my power to make sure it stops you can always count on me!

By: Autumn

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Posted: 5/6/2014

Every day more and more kids are realizing that teasing and bullying have no place in classrooms, schools and communities. Kids are realizing they can be more than bystanders. They can STAND UP and “do the right thing”. In this terrific video the kids STAND UP for TOURETTE SYNDROME by helping Luke, a young boy with Tourette Syndrome (TS) explain his TS to a group of kids who have been acting really mean to him. Luke tells them all about having TS, and by the time he is finished the mean kids have learned about TS and they apologize!

Please share the “Stand Up for Tourette Syndrome” video with children, teachers, friends and family to build awareness of Tourette Syndrome. The National Tourette Syndrome Association (TSA) also offers a free downloadable teacher’s guide that can be used in elementary and middle school classrooms as a resource for discussion, activities and education.

“Stand Up for Tourette Syndrome” is also available with Spanish subtitles at LEVANTAN para el SÍNDROME DE TOURETTE.

As the kids in the video say “EVERYBODY STAND UP FOR TOURETTE SYNDROME!”

By: STAND UP for TOURETTE SYNDROME was created and copyrighted by the National Tourette Syndrome Association (TSA)


Danny’s Team

Posted: 5/6/2014

Danny, a first-grader from Massachusetts, is used to getting bullied. But the fifth grade football team, who knows Danny as their water boy, decided that he shouldn’t have to suffer. Watch what happens when 45 fifth grade students let Danny know that he’s part of their team, that he’s loved, and that they’ve got his back.

By: Anonymous

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You Can Stop The Bullying

Posted: 5/1/2014

Warning: This video does address the issue of suicidal ideation. Before showing in a classroom, please take into consideration if the content is appropriate for your audience.

By: Directed by Sabyn Mayfield and produced by StayFly Productions and Marca-Relli Productions

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No Giving Up

Posted: 5/1/2014

No Giving Up

By: Doremi Fly

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Who I Am

Posted: 4/29/2014

I love my family very much but as you can imagine telling them I was gay was something they had not experienced or understood especially, as we all lived in the suburbs in a sheltered life. So I tried to fit in and hide but I suddenly had a meltdown and couldn’t do it. I couldn’t handle the ignorance I was surrounded by in my daily life. One morning I heard a voice inside me say, “Get out of your bed. I made you perfect just the way you are. There is nothing wrong with you.” And so I had an awakening that morning. I realized I am trying to change according to what people and society expectations are. BUT what if they are all wrong? What if I can change the world with my view?

I thought about all the things people said, from school, from home, from friends who ended up not being my true friends. And the first line I wrote down was, “I’m sick of being someone else for you and I’m so sick of holding back.” Why should I hold back or be someone I’m not to fit in? I don’t need anyone’s permission. Not the kids at school or the friends or family because on my own I can stand. I will only find happiness when I am proud of me and who I am! That is the story. I have finally found that happiness within myself whether the world agrees or not, and I am proud of who I am.

This song allowed me to cry out everything I had stuffed inside my chest and locked away. I cried and cried as I wrote it. The reason I wrote it was so I can not only heal but so I could also touch other people who are going through the same thing as me. And help them HEAL as well. Anyone who has felt unworthy or unloved…this is our song to take that back!

By: Ray Isaac

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Posted: 4/25/2014

Do I define myself?
Or does society?
Shall I believe the hate?
Shall I let out the tears that make a painful pool inside my mind or will society tell me to “Get over it”.
Shall I fight back to let the anger out that builds up inside my soul or will society call me a B* tch.
Shall I wear makeup to cover up the flaws that make me look in the mirror and see a monster or will society call me fake.
Shall I eat to fill the hole inside my heart or will society call me fat.
Shall I choose to love myself for who I am and not for whom I desire to be or will society call me self-absorbed.
For now society wins this on going battle.
I only hold dark thoughts that slip me into a hate induced coma.
Sure, I have my good moments, but the stress and hate and thirst for society’s acceptance eat me alive.
Because of society.
Because of the way you make me feel.
Because of you.

I hate myself.

By: Bella

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