Have you ever been called a trouble child? All my life i’ve been called a trouble child or a trouble maker. Every since the 5th grade I think that’s when it all happened. When I was 10 yrs old I went to Durant Tuuri Mott elementary school, at that school I use to get bullied a lot. During the school day I didn’t have any type of friends that I could communicate with. I didn’t have a soul to go to when situations use to get bad like to the point where I wanted to cry. Sometimes I used to be scared to go out the classroom to get my lunch. My old friend switched up on me because I was a so called “LAME” I guess. She wanted to be one of the cool known popular kids, I was just a laid back kid that always have (has) stayed quiet. One time she wanted me to pull another individual's hair and laugh then run, so I did it being dumb thinking that she’ll still be my friend if I made her happy by doing something she wanted me to do. However, as Robert E. Lee said “Never do a wrong thing to make a friend, or …show more content…
I wasn’t that smart to notice that I would get into a lot of trouble. I told someone that I would stab the girl when I see her because I got tired of her picking with me. The person I told ended up telling the nurse, the nurse came and got my book bag and took it to the principal to tell him what my plan was to do with the knife. The same girl I told my plan to, she ended up telling me that my book bag was missing. I walked out the class to check next thing I notice is that the principal was coming up the ramp all angry with his cherry red face pointing his finger saying “come here right now” in his angry voice. I was scared.. I felt like I ruined my whole life by doing without thinking. I thought that she would keep it a secret, I didn’t know that my life was over after that situation. My mom was pissed off because I never told her about the situation at all. When I got home it wasn’t a good site to
Whoever may been a victim of bullying or are the bullies was once a kid and they believed in something with all their heart, maybe it was that they didn’t like how smart you are, your clothes, or how you talk. It’s how they feel towards you to make them not like you. And they use to have friends, friends they can hang out with, talk to and just be these themselves with, but when they started being bullied for being different they’re friends not hanging out with, talking to them and don’t want to be friends with them because they’re afraid to get bullied just like just like that person. And it’s hard for people like that to survival if they’re just getting picked on by students or adults. You think “it’s just a phase, they’ll come out of it” or “they just need to talk to people to get them to notice them”, but it’s not that it’s they don’t feel like they fit in with everyone because everyone is very different form them and when they try to talk to people they
When someone breaks you down over time, telling you you are worthless, pathetic, stupid, ugly, retarded, fat, loser, ect; one may start to think that all this is true. Demeanor changes, the child starts to feel low, and thinks they aren 't good enough. I should know, being bullied wasn 't fun. Being ridiculed for things on a daily basis. Being called names, being hit, degraded is never easy. I started feeling down, I had major depression and anxiety issues. I suffered from migraines for 10-12 hours a day and awful stomach pains every single day for almost two years. My grades started to suffer because I couldn 't concentrate, I was becoming less social and sitting at home more watching the television instead of going outside and having fun. Why? Because I was afraid someone was going to say something to bring me down; and instead of letting them have that chance even more then they already did I decided to slowly decline my way of life. Telling someone that you are bullied isn 't easy; at least for me it wasn 't. You feel so pathetic that you allow someone to treat you so poorly for no good reason. Being bullied ISN 'T an option. You don 't choose if you are bullied or not, and frankly I didn 't choose to be hated for no reason. These other kids in the world didn 't choose to be bullied either and their bully shouldn 't just be treated with a slap on the
The funny thing is the harder I try, I cannot seem to remember my “friends” name. She moved within the first year of my being there and besides I have a horrible memory. We played with each other over the summer and went to school in the fall. Within the first week one of the “popular” girls told me that if I continued to be friends with this girl, I could not be in the crowd because they did not like this girl. I selected friendship over popularity and this affected my self esteem for the rest of my school years. The popular people begin avoiding me and out and out calling me names. They would taunt me telling me how ugly I was, how my face was filled with pimples, how I was smelly, how I looked like a giraffe, and so on.
Adverse childhood experiences (ACEs) are the extremely traumatic events that take place in an individual’s childhood that negatively affect their future attempts to succeed in life. ACEs include enduring physical and verbal abuse, living in dysfunction and over exposure to violent and criminal behavior. It was determined that children who are in the child welfare system are more likely to suffer ACEs and develop physical and mental health issues as well as engage in risky behavior (Brown & Shillington, 2017); children who suffer ACEs also have lower self-efficacy than other children. In all of the research prior to this study, much of the focus was on the psychological and behavioral outcomes of ACEs and what children were more susceptible to them. The problem that the researchers in this study have identified is that in no prior research has anyone
As a young man growing up, I have had my share of hardships and difficulties with bullies and being bullied. My personal experiences of bulling started early in middle school and continued throughout junior high and high school. Given a small frame and statue, classmates would often create pranks targeting me. The pranks didn’t the start out as f bulling; name calling started early on my school career. Names such as four eyes, studderbox, nerd, mute, Steve Urkel, were just some of the many names I endured while in school. Entering high school as a freshmen was one of the most enjoyable and traumatic times as a young man. Going into high school with a new attitude, I thought the bulling was over. By the second week of school, I found myself being bullied by another classmate. This classmate used intimidation and threats to do physical harm if I ever told anyone. The bulling started becoming more public by being ridiculed by others. My self esteem became low and I developed a shell of myself. I would beat myself up after being bullied, hitting walls and door as if it was the bully. One day a coach came to ask me if I would be interested in seeing what high school wrestling consisted of. I instantly fell in love with wrestling but had underlined motives of learning moves to use on others such as my bullies.
6th grade came and my friends and I were split up, and some of my friends were in the same hall as me. I was put into what the students called “the dumb hallway”, some people weren’t as smart as the other kids in a different hallway but, let’s get back on track. Begin called a “dumb kid” started a little of my depression. I didn’t do my homework unless, it was important and I didn’t do my classwork at the best of my ability. I used my phone to read a lot instead of paying attention
At the age of eight I was bullied not only by my classmates but people of both genders whom some I considered to be my friends. It was not only my weight. I had short hair and crooked teeth. I thought that I was normal. I would be left out of games; I was not allowed to be friends with certain people of both sexes. When I look back it
1. A girl is slapped for screaming at her mother; the slap stings, but leaves no lasting mark or pain.
If you knew me in the sixth grade you would have loved me. I was extremely popular but not for sports or anything cool i was just extremely bad. Everyone found my behavior funny. I wanted to keep everyone laughing and keep building my reputation because wanted to be known by everyone. I hated the things that did but i never forgot to love myself.
I am a 15 year old student from Waukon High School in Iowa, and I wanted to talk to you about child abuse. I think that child abuse is a terrible thing, and the people that do it should be sent away for a long time. The people that do it are terrible people because they abuse children that did not do anything to them. They should never gain their right to see their children, or be able to go near any children, and be with them by themselves, or with anybody else that wants to hurt children. The people that hurt the innocent children should be questioned and accounted guilty for child abuse. They could not be ruder and treat the children with more disrespect than they already do.
The first day I walked into class I was stared at from head to toe by all these kids. Some laughed and whispered to other students. I had my hair braided and was wearing very bagy looking pants and a RBD shirt(mexican pop singers) , as I sat down a girl who was white asked me if I spoke english. I immediately looked at her and said “yes.” she turns back to her friends and say “doesn’t sound like it”I had felt so embarrassed and ashamed of myself.I didn’t have any friends the first school year , I was labeled as the “bean girl”. I had rarely ever spoke or interacted in class because , of how embarrassed I was on the person who I was. My grades started going down and I would get in trouble by the teacher for not interacting. I was constantly bullied by fellow classmates and at times they would intended to get me in trouble for things I never did.I was lost and confused at such a young age. These girls were picking on me just for being the person I was for
I was so self-conscious and honestly never thought much of myself; all I knew were the negatives. But I was always nice to everyone though, that was an important thing to me. I believed that if I was nice eventually they would stop with the bullying; this is something I would always say to myself to keep my hopes up. I was surprised though when I began high school; it felt as if everyone had totally forgot about how they would pick on me, it took all this for me to finally realize that I shouldn’t have let that happen to me. It was Friday, December 21, 2012 that I was lying in my room going through my thoughts that I finally asked myself why I don’t feel confident. It was the day I realized that I’m gorgeous, intelligent, and wise and that I shouldn’t think any less and if that anybody had anything to say otherwise I wouldn’t care. It took me all those years of bullying to finally feel genuinely happy, and secure with who I am now and to finally rip that mask off and embrace me. I thank my bullies actually because without them Chisom Stella Okafor wouldn’t be like
The article, “Bullies and Their Victims”, by Berk (2010) gives an analysis of how bullies and their victims develop, what makes them persistent and how they and their victims can be assisted. Bullying is an activity that thrives mostly in a school setting because of peers and the various cultures and diversities among them. Interactions are inevitable among children, but bullying is destructive because it aims at peer victimisation. Both boys and girls have the ability to become bullies but the majority of them are boys who use physical and verbal attacks on their victims. In the more recent generations, the means of bullying is amplified in the adolescent stage by using electronic means like cyber bullying. Students will rarely like bullies but if they do, it is because of their leadership abilities or influential personalities. Their peers may join or stand by to watch as the victims are bullied.
Child abuse is a very serious problem that continues to happen all over the world. The Federal Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act, defines child abuse as a failure to act as a parent or caregiver which results in physical/emotional harm, sexual abuse, and in some cases death. There are many different types of child abuse such as emotional, physical, neglect, and sexual. With each type of abuse there are warning signs you can spot before it is too late. When a child is abused there is a huge possibility that it can cause them to have many long term effects.
I never had the courage to tell anyone in my situation, so I was still attending the same school. In addition, as time passed by bullying kept getting worse. At this point people were using the internet to post mean things about me and everyone from school would find out. Some people did not have to courage to say things in person, but used a screen to make me feel like the worst person. 7th grade was even harder because that is when I started getting depressed. In fact, it was the year where I would have to wake up for school and pretend I was doing good, when in reality I was dying inside. The rude comments never stopped and I would have to deal with it because I did not want the teachers or even my mother to find out. Every time when school ended I would come straight home to my room; sit in the corner of my room and cried silently until I would fall asleep. On the other hand, I had a lack of appetite and I started hurting