My Bullying Story
Hello my name is Maria. I am a 19-year-old student, studying Creative Media Computing at Glynd?r University.
I live at home with my mum, my mum's fiancé, my three brothers, and my boyfriend. I have one dog, called Penny (Yorkshire terrier) and I think she's about 7 or 8 years old and a cat named Dizzy.
I have been bullied from a very young age. I remember just starting nursery school and having no family around me, only children my age, but because I was the quiet one in the corner who never really wanted to talk out loud, that’s when the children started to pick on me, trip me up and treat me like nothing.
And then junior years came along, this was my worst primary school experience as I got threatened by this lad to do 'things' or he would make my life 'Hell', so he said. I was only about 8 or 9 and him the same, but still having to be through such ordeal at a young innocent age was the most horrible experience ever!
Moving on to the final years of primary school. I thought these years would be the easiest, little did I know what was in store for me…
The same lad that pestered me in the school toilets still tormented me in year 5 and 6 but along with pretty much all of the school. He spread rumors about me, said I had 'germs' and no one came near me. If I walked into a classroom all I got was looks, stares, and laughs. I was called horrible names and kept getting distracted by the lads in my class, poking me in the back until it got to me and I had to turn round. I couldn't say anything of course, I was so insecure and shy.
One day, I was walking across the playground and two lads where swinging a skipping rope around and as soon as I walk past them, they swung it around my neck until I choked. The diner lady came over and took me to see the headmistress. She saw the red mark around my neck and I don’t even think she punished the two lads, really.
The next day at home it was a Monday morning and I was in bed. I didn't want to wake up, obviously as I'd cry myself to sleep every night since all the bullying happened. I bottled it in all that time since nursery.
I told no one – not even my parents.
I was in the bathroom, locked the door and mum heard me crying, as soon as I heard mum ask me what’s wrong I went silent, she kept asking and asking what was wrong, but I didn't want to say, I didn't want to say because I didn't want to get bullied anymore for being a 'snitch'.
But eventually, after about an hour of complete silence and not saying a thing, I told mum everything little by little, with tears here and there. My mum immediately rang up the school and told the head mistress what had happened and I had a week off school while all the kids had a “telling off”, and the main bullies were made to write me a sorry letter but only one person did.
And still today, my parents don’t know about what that one lad did to me in the toilets…
I have grown up being quite shy and reserved, but close friends have noticed in the last year or so I have come out of my shell a lot and have a new found confidence.
I have been able to do a lot of things and face new challenges I never would have wanted to take on before.