I too still have my moments, believe me. I tend to shut myself away when I need to so my friends and family don't witness my sadness, but they're always insistent on helping me through it, and they always offer to comfort me when needed, which is incredibly reassuring. I came from a dark place, and now I'm relieved that things have improved. It doesn't mean what happpened in the past is forgotten. It takes time to build strength, and you seem to me like such a friendly person that wouldn't judge anyone intentionally to harm them, and you should be treated with the same courtesy. I also attended anger management, and was sent to a program called 4YP (For young people) by my school, and it dealt with youth who were 'difficult' to maintain in school specifically for their behaviour. I attended one session, and I was disgusted by the way people acted around me. I walked out, and from that day I just became much less agressive because I feared I would be this harsh, cold person for the rest of my life. I pushed my family away, and spent hours up in my room every day. Drawing helped me to express myself, and it allowed me to actually BE PROUD of something I had. Before that, I used to comfort eat away my sorrows and isolate myself. I changed that by myself, and in doing so I was rewarded with wonderful friends and an open heart. It's terrible that those boys are so hostile towards you Having someone close to you die is unimaginably traumatic, and to slander that is just absolutely awful. There is no way you can condone something like that. *Hugs* I hope you can branch away from such a terrible place, and the experiences you have I hope won't be had for nothing. The teachers/staff if they are on your side will help you through it, but it's best (in my opinion) to depend on friends for support. Retreat to somewhere they can't find you. Do you have a favourite place to visit or a special talent/hobby that you can be prideful of? Find something to occupy yourself, but also express yourself in the process so you're not keeping it all buried. The more you bury it, the worse it will be if you break down. If you can find some way to express your anger and emotions and contain them within certain things, I'm sure you can become a much more confident and peaceful person within yourself. I'm so sorry for what you are going through, and if you ever need to talk, I can give you my youtube/deviantart/facebook account to help you through anything. I know I'm practically a stranger, but I do care strongly for those going through something so difficult. X
:') I actually began crying of joy when I read this :') Thanks. I will have to set up a facebook and youtube account :') You cheered me up and made my day. Trust me, if someone does something like that, then they are no stranger :') I do have some hobbies actually and not all the kids are bad. I have a few friends who are also victims. I shall share your advice. By the way your a great advice giver
I really am just happy to help~ I'm really happy that I could make you feel a bit better, and I mean it when I say I'm here for you if you need to talk. If possible, focus on the people that matter, like your friends, and keep hold of your hobbies as they're something that you enjoy and are good at that can keep your mind off things. And thank you very much! I'm just a humble teenager wanting to make people feel better in any way that I can ^-^ especially when we're in/have been in the same boat. < *Huggles*
Probably half of the Bullieing is the fact I'm the smartest kid in the school. Even some of the other kids admit it. I'm on my higher level maths course 3 years early. Sorta adds to the stress though...
That's fantastic to hear that your friends and family are supportive. And I thank you for your kind words. As Darkshine has said, you've got great advice to give that anyone can benefit from.
I really like you and think you're awesome, Sinder. I don't usually Facebook with people I don't face-to-face, but would be honored if you'd be my friend on Facebook. As for YouTube, my account's the same name as here. Of course, all I have to offer on my channel are song covers, recording moments of my friend playing Fatal Frame, and lots of pony videos that I've started a playlist of and add to whenever I come across a new one. :derpe: Sent from my DROID3 using Tapatalk 2
Get some shoes that make you look taller. It's all about the height, man. Or buy a tactical pen, which is a pen used by law enforcement that has a blunted tip on the end, if you're that worried. I own one, it's pretty cool.
Well, your intelligence is clearly notable and possibly causes some conflict of jealousy. Wear it proudly though, intellect is far more useful in life than any action made by a bully, and can be the key to success~ Take pride knowing that you're going to go further than they are, and try not to be overencumbered by it, i'd be secretly very proud of myself if I was known as one of the smartest people in my educational institution. No problem, I do my best to be kind and supportive where I can. I hope I can help those who really need it. Oh, that would be wonderful, I'd love to add you as a friend! I'll search you up on YouTube soon, and thank you for being so nice, haha, you seem like a great person to talk to~! :3
Bullying is such a pain. I reveled in new schools because I rarely ran into problems with people, but after a while it will happen. I didn't get into any confrontation with anyone in Wyoming until my very last day. Some redneck from the weight lifting class was being a stereotypical jack*** and I called him out in front of both classes. Imagine that, he didn't like it, but I was only waiting for the first punch. I spent a few months in Raleigh going to school. I was like the *only* white kid, but apparently everybody loved me. I never had problems with anyone, surprisingly. Except one instance where my friend decided to tell some other kid I said things I didn't just as a prank. The prank spiraled out of control until we almost get into a fight because he wouldn't listen to my heckling. After nearly slamming my palm into his jaw, my friend was like, "Oh ****, my bad." After that, he hit my friend, and we all became best friends. No ill will. And then when I settled into a more permanent location in North Carolina, the schools there were just pathetic. If I was the person I am now, I'd probably have gotten into a lot more fights, but my sister (having been down the path of fighting and getting expelled repeatedly) asked me not to. In high school, it was the exact same people. These weren't exactly the brightest people in the world, but bullying only comes from those of less... educated backgrounds and families. It starts with some aspect that people don't like. I only imagine they brood on it until it becomes a problem. Since I am not in public schooling right now, I try to never bother myself with people's personal business, but it finds its way to me and I try to offer helpful advice anyway. I got into a fight with a kid years ago that I hated. These days, we're friends on facebook and I don't even care. I think a little bit of bullying is okay, but I don't think anyone should ever be exposed to some of the stuff I've had to deal with.
I know that feel, Aynine. Most of the bullying I went through was only really bullying because of the way my mind works. I must have OCD or some other mental condition, because all people ever did was call me stupid things (not even hurtful, thinking back on it) but my mind, needing everything to be correct, still got upset and angry at it. For example, in middle school, a few kids in band wouldn't stop picking on me for wearing sweatpants, which I preferred over jeans at the time. Now, I'd just laugh at them. they also gave me a ridiculous nickname that meant absolutely nothing (Mr. Boobles), but I still let it get to me. Now, that name just makes me crack up at how absurd it is. There was a brief spell in gym, however, where a couple of black guys seemed to enjoy groping my moobs. I put a quick stop to that. Also, you're in NC? So close...I want more Georgia bronies.
I love how bullying can drive a person to the point where they snap. I have been the bullied since the start of 6th grade to the end of 9th grade. Yeah...Three years getting my Flank kick? Yeah, that was fun. I never experience a bully till i started noticing my old friends picking on me in 6th grade and was really confused on why are they acting this way. So i shrugged it off like it was just a joke or something. As days go by, they just ignored me like a plague and I still didn't understand till i heard one of them call me a "Loser and Retarded". First of all, I'm not a loser, which i didn't understand where they got that idea but the Retarded thing? Well i can understand that for I've have spent from 2nd grade to 11th grade in Special Ed. cause I had a Speech and Language Problem. I was never embarrass for being in a Special Ed. Class or classes, cause i knew i had some problems and i took pride of it, then watching my classmate taking refuge of it into hiding. I loved being myself and this was no issue for me to stop being myself in the slightest. Something happens between 5th grade and 6th grade. As the years went by, the bullying got outta hand and i started to shield myself, right around...I want to say the 8th grade. 9th grade comes around...I am not allowed to talk about it to anypony, since this is a family secret. I regret 9th grade and wish to wipe out that year outta my mind, completely. I'm not a Bad kid, I'm a good person with a solid gold heart. I'm the nicest person you can ever meet in life, if you ever found me. Is it wrong for me that i care about your lives then other then myself? All i wish to see is happiness in other people's lives and me to help make that happen.
I was the short one. I was the nerdy one. I was the one who was afraid of everything and would never try anything new. And what do you get for these things that you can't help yourself for? Bullying. Bullying for being who you are. I remember Junior School, the names I would get as I was walking down the corridors or in a classroom, being called short, and being mocked for my two front teeth sticking out really far at the time. I remember being mocked for having anger management problems, brought on by the bullying, and I remember the times I would foolishly shout at the teachers in anger even though it wasn't their fault. I remember the rumours (lies) being spread about me being homosexual - I have no problem with gay people - but being spread about me in a harsh way so that people would avoid me. I remember how my friends weren't really true friends, and how they would never stand up for me, because I was an outcast even amongst them. I wasn't a bad person, just stereotyped. I remember thinking that high school would be different, and the hours I would spend plugging energy into my work whilst everyone else seemed to lay back and get better grades, despite the fact they'd hardly done any work, and then proceeded to rub the grades in other people's faces. Still now, there are people who have a lower IQ than me, but still say that I'm stupider than them, as well as the fact they're always trying to instigate fights or throwing **** all over a room. I sat in counciling, day after day, talking about these problems as well as issues at home that I didn't feel I was achieving anything in life, and how people would find it better if I just died. But do you know what happened? I found a community. A community based upon the livelihood of a TV show, that spread nothing more than the fact that friendship is magic. All those insecurities about who I was, and what I should tell people about me, gone. I just said, "That's it, I don't give a **** anymore." Since then, I haven't fought back, I haven't given a **** about how what I do looks to people, and I've been the best goddamn person I can be. I'm a nerd and proud, I'm a scaredy cat and proud, and best of all? I'm a brony and proud. [video=youtube;KN45uptfg0s]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KN45uptfg0s&feature=g-all-c&context=G289ab77FAAAAAAAABAA[/video] Relevant.
Oh my, the story of you experiences sounds so tough and repressed. No-one should have to live like that, especially if they've caused no harm to anypony. All I can say is that these 'people' if you can call them that, should look themselves in the mirror and try to endure what you had to go through and feel the hurt they made you feel in order to understand to what extent the damage they have caused. I sincerely wish the best for you, I can only imagine the emotional scars that have remained with you after these experiences. My heart goes out to you, and my hand also, if you ever need to talk/vent/express your concerns I will be more than happy to listen and offer helpful advice in any way I can. If possible (if you haven't already) find some routine to escape from any cruel actions. You can take up a hobby or indulge in an existing one, and perhaps find friends who are into the same interests. Unfortunately, I can't physically give you a hug, but please accept my offer for a virtual brony embrace; (\^-^/) All the best to you. Wow, how emotive a story and how vulnerable you must have felt when you were younger. Junior school was similar for me, I used to talk to myself (imaginary friends at the time) and I spent six months in ASC, a class specifically practised in teaching children with learning difficulties. My parents sought to get me out, because the teachers placed me in the classroom just because I found comfort in talking to myself rather than others. I wasn't abusive or disruptive, and their decision to place me in the class for special needs was merely because the other kids were overpowering me, pushing, shoving etc. I didn't mention much of my youth in the video, but I also experienced bullying far before highschool. Because I had been treated so harshly, I became aggressive in the early stages of highschool, acting out in anger and paranoia even if someone just looked at me. Once I made the transition from an enclosed, socially incapable aggressive into an creative, expressive individual, I began to realise that I couldn't let people with no internal moral values change my life for the worst. I needed to be stronger. And I did so slowly and pridefully. I'm glad that there was a light at the end of the tunnel for you, I'm happy that you found something that restored faith in yourself and allowed you to express yourself freely without discrimnation. It's wonderful to read something so inspiring, and I hope many others find this community and emerge from a dark place with their head high, like we all should! Well done to you sir! You truly are one to be admired for what you have acheived for yourself. Much love to you, fellow British Brony! /)*(\
1.Or you could lock them in a room with me while im in a bad mood.Easiest way to paint the room red. 2.I still talk to myself...nonsensical little conversation.I snap out of it and think"What the buck am i doing?"And then i stop caring and keep talking.
After reading everyone's story, I've come to realize mine truly wasn't so bad. It was my obsessive mind blowing people's idiocy out of proportion and thus growing dispropotionately upset as a result. I know this now, and can use this knowledge to better myself and hopefully to help other people through their problems. Reading your stories almost brought simultaneous tears of woe at the atrocity of the bullying and tears of joy and pride at how you've risen above it. I'm proud to have people like you as my friends and fellow members of this wonderful society known as bronies.
I try not to meet violence with violence unless self defence is the only option. That's what my Judo training help contribute to. I still talk to myself, I reinact scenes from my characters and comics, and I can do that for hours. As I said, I'm at peace with myself now. I embrace my flaws. Everyone is effected differently from their experiences. Years of mental torment can leave a much worse scar metaphorically rather than a serious beating. It's beneficial sometimes to get everything out in the open, share experiences with eachother so we can learn from them, or even just feel comfort to relate to someone going through something similar. Talking can be very comforting, and I believe that you are definately right in saying that we can all rise above it and we're all your friendly bronies! I think we all have the potential to effectively push down our opressors and find our own positive route to take, and this community can encourage that to all of those that have been effected. When I read about other people's experiences, I could really feel sympathy for them, and I hope that others can help spread advice and comfort to those still not out of a dark place. There is always a way out, and every cloud has its silver lining. With support, we can all flourish into perfectly imperfect people~
No, I actually live in Georgia now. I used to live in Dunn, but I spent about 3-6 months in Raleigh before we found a house. California -> Nevada -> Georgia -> Nevada -> North Carolina -> Wyoming -> Georgia (and now possibly on to Texas).
What keeps you moving around so much? Edit: Sorry, I guess this is getting off-topic. Shoot me a visitor message or something.
