it starts with one kid calling u fag. then everybody sees it makes u feel worthless, and apparently it gives them great pleasure. i know what i fells like, Death threats, and suicide thoughts. i have been told that everyone in the world even god hated me, and therefor should die. i moved schools, but running makes it worse somehow, i was still picked on. now i am choosing to stand up for myself and others because it is my obligation. 

My sister's truly beautiful daughter has been bullied through physical and computer bullying. It has gotten to the point that she is going to attempt to switch schools. When I was young and all the way up into high school, I was also bullied. I get it and it sucks. My oldest son was bullied. It's worse for kids today and it sucked for me. It sucks for my sister's daughter and I have NO tolerance for it. None! There is NO reason that a child should be bullied at all and especially to the point that they commit suicide. Everyone is different and to be different is o.k. To be a bully is pathetic and it's truly the coward's way. May we all stand up for those who are being bullied. May we ALL make a difference and stop it. In some small way let's change this. Let's make it stop and let's make this a better world.

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When I was 6 I remember an older boy putting my head down the toilet and flushing it, being tied to a tree and food thrown at me, lunch stolen, beaten and picked on everyday until I was about 10. I then became the bully which from my understanding at that time was a way to stand up for myself. When I was 12 I started to realise I was in the wrong and stopped, once I got to high school it got worse. Teachers never listened I was expelled from school for drugs that was planted in my bag from a group of girls who picked on me everyday. I became angry and distant towards everyone and retaliated in a violent matter only to be looked upon as the one who had issues and was put into juvi for my actions. It has taken me years to move on from this and at 24yrs old it is only recently that I have found the only way for me to get over this is to forgive and try to forget. I want to make a difference and make sure the next generation know they're not alone and have people to go to for support when they need it.

My son is seven years old. He has loss of hearing in both ears,so his speach is what we call it is baby talk. this started last year in kindergarden,he was very happy to start kindergarden an unlike his four older sisters,I had to stay with them on the first day of school. So when he started to be sad to go I wasn sure why ,It started slowly with him getting off the bus with out his beanie,then his fire mans hat from a field trip was smashed to pieces, a bruse ,and te last straw was bite marks. I talked to his teacher who wasnt concerned at all. I started asking him every day what happend at school,then what had happend on the bus,one of the boys was in 5th grade who lived around the corner,he atarted coming home with bloody noes,always making up excuses for how he got them intill one day he came straight home climed in bed at 5pm and said he was going to sleep,he was so sad,I new something was wrong I sat down beside him and he flinched,I asked him what was wrong,as he lifted his shirt and I say the bruises on his little body,I startedto cry with him he finally told me everything,because he of his speech no one understood him when he tried to tell the bus driver,or even his teacher. This was a group of boys on the bus who would hit and call names laugh,take his things,and break his stuff,the 5th grader was the neighborhood bully,who liked to make the little boys fight against each otheir,would have fun hitting them in the private,throw them off the trapolin,and broke both his scooters. I had t start driving him to school as much as possible because he dreaded the bus,once every week he would bage me to stay home,I even had him chaseing my car after dropping him off. .he was scared scared to be at school...out of fustration with his teacher,who lattr I found out never said or did anything about what i had told her.I went straight to the rinciple, who was amazing he got all the boys from the bus and even got on the bus and advise the kids that anthony my son has a free pass to the office at any time .also talk to the kids about bullying,suspended the boys,he said when he called one of the kids mom and told her what he was doing she was in disbelife and argued that her son didnt do any thing wrong.As the princple explained how her son already admitted it ,she quietly disagreed with their findings. WOW. unfourtunetly the older boy will call him ben was hapeing out of school,so i calledhis mother who never came over to discuss it ,instaed she told all her children that my kids were a few bad names and didnt allow them to be friends wit any one on my street. He finally went to 6th grade another school,but still live s around the corner, my son still has baby talk,hes in first grade he still is suffering from that,he still doesnt feel completly safe at school. that boy ben left to another shoolbut their was a new ben to take his place,my heart goes out to every one whos suffered from bullying,I did as a kid,my brother was and now my son. Change has to start some where and I belve it sarts with our kids. god bless everyone

When I was 11 everyone in my class I felt like I had no friends. People would say I was fat, I was ugly, everyone was better than me, and I should just give up in life. One day i just all of a sudden I started crying at school because I got fed up with it. Everyone was calling me a crybaby that day. I had one friend Her name was Eva Rogers she couldn't do much because she was out of school purposely gaging herself so she didn't have to deal with the bullying. I went up to the office when I started crying that day and everyone at the office was saying that they never thought I would be getting bullied because they said I was super tough and they thought I didn't put up with that stuff. They said I could call my mom and see what she wanted me to do and I said no I want to try to figure this out my self. The next day I was ready to hear what they had to say, and one kid said, "Hey fat cry baby." I said, "Ok can you please turn around because when you are taking to me I can't hear the teacher." he got kinda mad that he wasn't bothering me. I didn't say anything to people the rest of the day. The next day this kid got on my nerves. So I said, "You know what please step away from me."" If you are trying to make me mad it is not working so you can keep saying stuff about me because I won't get mad anymore." He got so mad that I really didn't care about him anymore. So now I have one best friend Eva, also 2 friends named Kassidy and Janette! I had a friend named Calla but she moved away this year and I have a friend who is a boy and his name is Trevor! Now I feel like I can do anything and I grew taller and slimmer so I don't feel fat anymore!!!!! That is my story! Thank you! 

I grew up in a little village in northern italy. I was half dutch and wore glasses. where being different was not cool. one way to keep up with the pressure was to play along and bully others that were more outsiders than me. it was only occasional, but I remember the awkward feeling of being the one who bullied the easy targets in order not to be targeted myself - in order to feel that I was no outsider. nothing ever degenerated, luckily I was surrounded by enough love and guidance. but I remember. so now I can teach my sons and my sister's kids.

it's so inspiring to see how many people are engaging with this movement!  keep the stories coming!!!

So far, I'm in the middle of 7th grade. There is one girl that always seems to go out of her way to make sure my life is miserable. It started when she met my best friend and slowly started to take her away from me. I told her how I felt about it and that's when the bullying started. She started to call me mean things and would send me mean texts and things like that. Those were pretty easy to shake off. Then she did something to me that I will never forget, she made my boyfriend break up with me. She started all these rumors about how I was cheating on him. Even after the beak up she still wanted to find ways of hurting me, so she kept up the rumors. They got even nastier. She started to call me a whore and a hoe.

But things started to clear up for me after I told an adult. I told my mom, counselor and she talked to her. She never apologized for what she did, but all of it stopped.