Personal Narrative: Victims Of Bullying

I have been a victim of bullying since middle school. I have not lived in Ocala my entire life. I began my life in Medford, Long Island before moving to Ocala, Florida where I began sixth grade. Everyone at my middle school had grown up together. I believe that going into middle school, where friendships, and social groups had already began, had contributed to my bullying. The classes were small at my middle school, about fifth-teen to a class. This limited my ability to meet peers and make new friends, which lead to a social seclusion that left me exposed to bullying. Being bullied was terrible. I knew it as a child, I know it as and young adult, it absolutely was terrible.

Growing up, I was the so called “stupid” kid, with gapped teeth,

I wanted to be labeled as a “tomboy”. I wanted to be tuff like the boys because they seemed to be unharmed by anything. But leadless to say, that just ended with more bullying. It went from “she’s so little and weak” to “ew, She looks like a boy”. As a young adult, I look at the way I acted back then and I start to think; maybe being bullied as a kid has affected me as a young adult too. Due to being bullied I cannot eat alone in public places, it just terrifies me to the point of tears. I try and sit with anybody I see that is sitting alone. Maybe I do this because of the time in middle school I ate in the school bathroom alone; no one was my friend, so I grabbed my lunch and snuck into the bathroom, and sat on the toilet and waited for the bell to ring. I get very paranoid when friends cancel plans with me or don’t text back. I always feel like there is something happening that I am out of the loop with; maybe they don’t like me anymore? Did I say something wrong? What did I do?. I now suffer from bad insomnia most nights. Many times I lay in bed and my mind will obsess over the same set of thoughts continually. As a result, there are too many times I remain indecisive of what I should do, and too many times I remain simply unsure of myself. Hens why I stutter when I speak in front of people or why I never, ever, ever raise my hand in