PokeSonicIndy
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This week at my school (and other schools maybe) we're having "No Name-calling week" where there is no name-calling and today we did an assignment about bullying and the forms it comes in along with videos to watch about it.
The point being is that everyone was bullied at least one point in their life and I wish to have people tell their story. I'll go first (I'll tell two):
When I was little, my mom and I went to this girl's party. Everyone was inside except for me then these older boys came and took me into the bounce house. I guess I was holding a sippy cup then because the boys then surrounded me in the bounce house and made fun of me for having a sippy cup. I remember trying to get out of there but the boys blocked me and kept making fun of me for God-knows how long until they left.
No one came to help me. I don't think I told anyone for some reason. I remember DREAMING about it, but I don't think I told anyone until a therapy session years later.
Becuase of my OCD being an anxiety-disorder (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive–compulsive_disorder) it would have been hard enough to interact or make friends. I think this incident probably made it more difficult, I don't know.
Next one. It happened today; at school. These annoying boys, Stefan and Nolan, started hissing and snorting at me like pigs. At first, it annoyed me. But then later, I realized it hurt.
(You know what, this thread and what I've said might be a REAL dicussion starter and please, whatever it is, don't judge me)
Okay, your turn:
The point being is that everyone was bullied at least one point in their life and I wish to have people tell their story. I'll go first (I'll tell two):
When I was little, my mom and I went to this girl's party. Everyone was inside except for me then these older boys came and took me into the bounce house. I guess I was holding a sippy cup then because the boys then surrounded me in the bounce house and made fun of me for having a sippy cup. I remember trying to get out of there but the boys blocked me and kept making fun of me for God-knows how long until they left.
No one came to help me. I don't think I told anyone for some reason. I remember DREAMING about it, but I don't think I told anyone until a therapy session years later.
Becuase of my OCD being an anxiety-disorder (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive–compulsive_disorder) it would have been hard enough to interact or make friends. I think this incident probably made it more difficult, I don't know.
Next one. It happened today; at school. These annoying boys, Stefan and Nolan, started hissing and snorting at me like pigs. At first, it annoyed me. But then later, I realized it hurt.
(You know what, this thread and what I've said might be a REAL dicussion starter and please, whatever it is, don't judge me)
Okay, your turn: