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"For the past three years i have gotten bullied alot. The school has done nothing to stop it. They have had meetings with the kids that are doing the bullying and of course while they have the kids there they say "oh we will stop" but thats when it gets worse. I started in the high school this year. And it seems to have gotten worse. Im getting picked on very single day. I have missed so much school to. Because i have stress. Depression. Anxiety. And all that kind of stuff. The schools seems not to realize that the bullying it just adding more stress on to me and its stopping me from getting an education. I cant take much more of this ... I cant take much more of anything. I told my school they said i have emotional problems and i have to deal with them. and forget everything that is happening to me. Well i cant anymore.. Im at the point i cry my self to sleep at night. that im scared to walk alone in the hall ways of school. And the point where im cutting myself because of the pain. and i don't want to deal with that pain. Please help me!"
~ Tiffani
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"A small portion of the skin on the knuckle of my left index finger was burned off, in the middle of my Latin class, by a student who was convinced that I was a "queer". He had ripped the cover off of a camera, and he pressed it into my hand and charged up the flash; the extreme heat left several large holes in my knuckle. The Latin teacher did absolutely nothing upon notification; the bullies, all seven of them, were called down to guidance and given a stern talking-to and finger-wagging session; my mother responded with casual difference, and my father blamed me for creating an environment favorable to have myself victimized. The main bully was given the least punishment, I believe, because his father is a very wealthy and very prominent local doctor."
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"I'm 17 y/o. and have always been "different," a little effeminate, gay, school pariah since middle school, quiet, but had some friends in elementary. I changed, once my "differences" started to matter to other classmates. I was called names every day, locker vandalized sometimes, beaten to chants of "kill the queer," anything I say or do mocked, so I no longer say anything there and move as little as possible in classes. I would like to be invisible, there along with stopping bullying behavior, we have to teach kids that - no matter what other's will think - stand up for the kid who gets beaten up, mocked, pissed on, isolated. Sit by the kid who eats alone. Say hi. Inquire about his/her day. Include everyone. Why is that so hard for kids? How many suicides and school shootings will it take before they learn that the consequences of not doing that are devastating?" |
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