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Bullying stories

We asked 500 women if they had been bullied and over half said yes. It seems that almost anyone can become a victim. Here, some iVillagers recount their experiences of bullying as children and parents

Lasting effects

I was bullied in primary school and was too ashamed to tell my parents. They bullied me because I had speech problems - I still do at 39. I was called names and teased for attending learning support to help my English, Maths, and reading. Sometimes I wish I hadn't been born. I find it difficult meeting new people and trying new things due to my lack of confidence. I don't have many friends because of this.

Sticks and stones

I was bullied pretty much from the moment I started school. In first and middle school it was the usual name-calling stuff, but when I went to secondary school, things went dramatically downhill. I was verbally and physically bullied every day. I had things stolen and was hit with sticks. On one occasion my persecutors kept stabbing me with drawing pins throughout a lesson. Teachers ignored it at first, some always did, but others tried to help me. They were put on alert to watch that I wasn't attacked. I moved classes and got used to writing statements whenever something happened. At the time it shattered my confidence. I used to be a loud and quite wilful child, but after starting school I became less trusting and more introverted. I finally realised that through surviving what I went through I had become stronger, and after school I began to build my confidence back up. Though even now, I find it difficult to trust people, and petty insults still sting.

No protection

Since my daughter started high school last year she has been bullied. The school did not contact me or the other parents and has failed to protect her. Now we are being terrorised at home. I spoke to the Head Teacher, who decided to move her into another class when she goes back after the summer holidays. This won't help the situation, as the bullies are not being disciplined. Things have got so bad that the mother of one of the girls has threatened my daughter, and even had people throw eggs at our house. The police have even got involved. I feel that, had the school told the parents what their children have been doing, then they would realise what is going on and not just listen to their children's version of events. There is a big section in the school prospectus saying they are committed to tackling bullying, but they are truly out of their depth. The bullies are protected and the victims are let down and ignored, because it's the powerful kids who run the school, not the teachers.

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I was bullied thru most of upper elementary school, all of middle school and the early years in high school. The kid everyone picked on.. That was me! I missed a lot of school because I was involved in music. My sisters and I sang professionally when I was young so that set me apart from the other kids. Most of the bullies were boys -even tho I'm a girl. The worst day a group of boys pushed me into a thorn bush and took turns hitting and spitting at me. if we were older I have often wondered if it would have been a rape. It was that violent. My father was not a part of my life & my mother was too busy trying to survive raising us kids. I didn't tell her much of what was going on. Some teachers were trying to be helpful but most just ignored it. I'm in my upper 40's now and it never really goes away. I have never been to a high school reunion. My life now is very happy! The only friend I had back then has often tried to encourage me to go and face them at my reunion. I can't think of any reason why I need to bother.
There was a girl in my high school who made my life a living Hell. She was rude, crude, loud, sarcastic, and she had a nasty temper. And I was her victim. She bullied me about everything, and it didn't help that I was shy, quiet, and self-conscious about my appearance. At times, I hated her with a vengance. Other times I actually felt sorry for her. She ended up attending specialised sessions in order to control her anger issues and left school early, and the last time I saw her, she was walking down the street wearing a rumpled tracksuit and her hair scraped into a ponytail that looked like the top of a pineapple. I'm currently studying Psychology at university just now. Perhaps one day I'll understand what made this girl arrogant and highly-opinionated. However, I won't forget her, despite everything. I still think about her now.