Bullying Stories: A Glimpse Through the Eyes of Others
Bullying may make you feel alone and hopeless, but it sadly is way more common than you may think. It can happen to anyone anywhere of all ages and bring them the same feeling of being alone and hopeless. Below are bullying stories that children, teens, and adults have experienced throughout their life. These genuine bullying stories will show you the capabilities of bullying and give you an understanding perspective of what bullying is like through the eyes of others.
Liberty
My name is Liberty Hulem, I was born October 18th, 1999. I want to share my bullying experiences with the world because I know there is someone out there exactly like me, suffering through the same hardships. I want to let them know that they are not alone, and it does in fact get better. Even if it seems like the world is ending and black clouds are on every horizon, there will be a better day.
I was born with less than 40% hearing and spent most of my childhood life without full hearing. This impairment caused me to develop a stutter and I have been stuttering ever since I began to talk. I used to consider it a disorder or a plague that was attached to me because that’s how the rest of the world saw me. I have been physically and mentally bullied because of the way I talk. I’ve been shoved, tripped, yelled at, spit at, and been a target practice for food. My vivid memories of bullying aren’t what people say to my face, it’s the laughs and giggles while I read my essay to the class, or the stares when I raise my hand in class. In 7th grade, we had to popcorn read out of a book in class. It was my turn, and it feels like the whole class had been waiting for this moment. A kid turned around as soon as I started to read and complained to the class about slow readers, in the middle of me reading my page. My face turned red and I stopped reading. Hot tears overwhelmed me and I sat in class crying for the rest of the hour. That was the last time I volunteered to read anything in class. To this day, a senior in highschool, I have not read a single thing in class since. I remember spending hours in my room crying because I wanted to be normal; my peers pushed me out of their groups, and made fun of me when I spoke in class. I began to shut down and separate myself from my peers. I still don’t feel accepted in my graduating class because half of them have bullied me, the other half thinks I’m weird.
I don’t hold grudges against the people who have bullied me, I know that what comes around goes around, and karma will get the people who bring you down. I accept that people make mistakes, and I forgive them, even if they aren’t sorry. The saying ‘it gets better’ is not talking about the outside world. It’s talking about you, your feelings towards the people who hurt you and how you deal with that. I still get bullied almost everyday of school, I don’t let it get to me. It’s not my fault I stutter, it’s a part of who I am. If my peers cannot accept that, why give them any time of my day? Once I shifted my views off of myself and onto feeling bad for the people who bullied me, my whole world shifted. There were no more black clouds on the horizon, only the beautiful sun and hopeful, silver clouds.
Isabel
Hello, my name is Isabel Bartkowiak. I am 17 years old and am a senior now at Parkview High School. I would like to share my story because I want to show that being a victim of bullying can happen to anyone. Maybe even for people to realize how little things can affect a person. Maybe you do not intend to be mean or bully someone, but you are coming across that way to others. Bullying is a serious subject, and here is my story.
I moved to Springfield from Joplin when I was in the second grade. I didn’t know anyone here so of course I was trying to make new friends. I started becoming friends with this girl, Hannah. We played basketball together outside of school so we got to know each other. After a while I realized that the other girl that Hannah was always with really didn’t like me. Her name was Lauren. She would make it to where Hannah could not talk to me, play with me at recess, etc. It got to where I would go home crying to my mom just about every night.
There were two really bad incidents that were like the breaking points for me. The first one was when we were out at recess, Lauren was going around asking everyone how much they weighed, I have no clue why she cared. At this point in my life I was very deep into sports so I had more muscle which made me weigh more than other girls my age. So when she got to me I said I weighed 100 pounds. She laughed in my face and went around and told everyone. They all laughed together about it. The very next day after that we were at lunch and Lauren and Hannah were already in the lunch room sitting down. I still wanted to believe they were my friends so I went and sat next to them. A few seconds later I just see them move far away from me, so I ended up sitting all alone at the end of the table.
I, of course, went home and cried to my mom about it because I really felt like no one at the school liked me. My mom and Lauren’s mom ended up talking about it together because they had gotten to know each other. They brought us two girls together to maybe straighten things out. Lauren wouldn’t really tell her mom the truth, but they eventually saw through her lies.
We never really became friends again, but we were able to be kind. I realized that I don’t need people in my life that don’t like me. I learned that you have to rise above these things. If I wouldn’t have said something to anyone or never would have stood up for myself when I had the chance, she would have continued or maybe could have bullied someone else that couldn’t handle it. I am very happy that I stood up to her and didn’t conform to what I thought this one girl would like. You always have to stay true to you and those who matter will not mind, those who mind don’t matter.
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My name is Vivian York, and I have been there. I have been in fourth grade where we learned “I feel” statements. I have been to countless assemblies showing bullying. I have watched the cheesy videos of what bullying is. With all of these attempts, I have been bullied.
No matter what we do, bullying does not seem to stop. No matter how many videos, presentations, or anything we do it doesn’t seem to stop. I have been bullied to the point of tears, and all myself or my parents can do are the statements: “they are just jealous” and “they just have a bad home life.” I have been tormented from my peers, my friends, and some parts of my family.
I did not know how to cope with these words. Through each day, the mean words got louder and louder. Then I realized- the only person they mattered to was myself. The only person that these words meant anything to was me. The people saying these words do not remember or even cared about what these words meant to me. These words like cottage cheese belly, pregnant, and buck-teeth bitch were held at such a high place in my head, but whenever I decided these words do not define me they did not bug me any longer. Instead of these words, that others said to me, defining who I was or who I will be I made my own words.
I have been called every name in the book (and some more). That doesn’t change me though. I am still Vivian York no matter how much I did not want to be on some days. I am still Vivian York even though whenever roll was called during school I did not want to say here. I am still Vivian York no matter the day, week, or year it was. Now, I wouldn’t change Vivian York for the world.