One of those weird kids. That’s what the author of this story says about himself. Who told him that? What makes him weird to himself. The judgement of what is normal is one of the bigger issues in bullying. If we were all “normal” then the world would be less interesting. Seen pictures of Albert Einstein? Does he look “normal”. I could go on, but if you look at those that are break-out successful change-makers, I’d say few are “normal” by conventional standards. So for this author, I say hang on, because you might just be a change-maker. ~Alan Eisenberg
So all you see on the tv about bullying is beating kids up, shoving them in a locker, and stealing from them. Well from my experiences none of that is true.
My story all started way back in the 4th grade. I was one of those weird kids. I was ok with that at first. I didn’t really notice when the kids made fun of me for imagining I was a superhero. Then I realized when it became a dare to kiss me. Yup that weird that no one would even touch me let alone kiss me. I cried because who I though was my best friend came up with the dare.
I eventually got over it and moved on. Then the new bully rose up to control my 5th grade class. I was so gullible and he told me that the kingdom hearts books were read from back to front because they were Asian. Looking back now I remember why he laughed each time I opened the book the wrong way. Later he pinned me against my best friend saying he was spreading rumors that I liked so and so. It was stupid but I was 10. So I lost my best friend.
Later in 6th grade he stole more of my friends and spread this huge like that I was gay and admitted to liking him. I was teased and when I tried to say that I wasn’t they never listened. I went home crying at least once a week. Then a gift from above came; we moved.
Now in this new state I was new! But the lies followed. I was smaller than all these 7th graders who had al already hit puberty. Soon people were making fun of my name because it can be shortened but I go with the long version. I like my name long it makes me feel special. Anyways the made fun of that, my ugly haircut, my cheap clothes, me being smart, my purity, the fact I’ve never had a girlfriend, and a whole lot more. Eventually I though hey look high school is a few weeks away. A fresh start. I was wrong.
My new best friend turned on me and spread a lie about being bipolar and mentally unstable. So I cut the cord and moved on. Soon I got chubby Because food was the only thing I could turn to. The fat jokes started and a new bully emerged. He stalked me on Facebook and tagged my photos with the word boob and other stuff. I blocked him but he went on in real life. Eventually he moved away and I went into the 10th grade. Everything got worse.
I added about 5 friend and with that comes 5 bullies. My friend made fun of me not doing something they think as popular. So I lost 3. The girl I had a crush on stopped talking to me. And later my only friend was this one girl who talked to me and made me feel like I should still be alive. The bullies though were in all of my classes. No escape.
My teachers never stop them even when they heard it going on. They just watched and saw my self-esteem lower. My self-esteem was generally at 1%. Suicide was always on my mind. I tried my parents but they just though I was a wimp for not sticking up for my self. I declared myself depressed and stopped eating in hopes of loosing weight.
My story ends there because we have caught up with the present. I am on spring break and dread going back for fear of more judgement. Help…
~A Lost Loser