This Is Depressing.
Nothing funny I can say, to be honest.

At primary school, I was bullied as a small child because of my 'disability'. I have Reynauds Disease which is nothing serious, but I had to go to and from school in a wheelchair every day when I moved to a new school. So because of this I was isolated. A lot of staff were ignorant of my condition, and therefore were suspicious about it's actual existance.

When I no longer relied on a wheelchair and no longer had to stay indoors at break and lunch times, children accused me of being a liar and used it as an excuse to bully me more. One girl even said that she hoped the plane would crash on my trip to Florida and I would land in the ocean and drown, because I wasn't allowed to learn to swim like everyone else due to my condition.

I had one boy constantly kick my legs whenever I was near him, and this caused a few other boys to copy, meaning I went home every day with bruised legs. Another boy pinned me up against the wall and threatened me regularly, and on the last day at that school he grabbed my ponytail and pulled me backwards off of a bench, pulling me down to the concrete.

I constantly had things thrown at me, suffered verbal abuse which was embarrassing and demeaning. No teacher took notice or did anything about it, and I was too scared to say anything. I didn't have a single friend at primary school. I was about 10 when I started experiencing signs of depression, and didn't want to live.


In secondary school things escalated, because a lot of students from my primary school went to the same secondary school. Each year things became worse. It went from people in my year bullying me, to people in all years bullying me, and I didn't know like 70% of these people.

People constantly called me names, said horribly rude things to me, threw things at me, followed me around laughing, etc. I had people spread strange, completely unfounded rumours about me - such as when one girl in my first year of secondary school went around telling everyone that I was racist and my deepest wish was to "kill all black people." Obviously this didn't exactly boost my popularity.

Frequently girls would tell their friends that I said horrible things about them or did something behind their back, and it would cause them to stomp over to me screaming - I was often pinned into corners of corridors before class by girls screaming abuse in my face and hitting me, demanding to know why I had done what I did - which was absolutely nothing.

In one maths class I had a girl smack me in the face with a shoe, then repeatedly hit me in the face with a ruler and laugh - this was a small classroom with not many students in, and the teacher could see everything. Did he do anything? Not a thing, didn't even tell her to sit down or be quiet. When I reported it to my Head of Year, nothing was done. How could a teacher possibly do anything wrong?

I always refused to do P.E. because it made me extremely uncomfortable. Even though I didn't take part, the teacher still forced me to wait in the changing room whilst people got changed. They, of course, screamed at me, accusing me of staring at them getting changed, demanded to know why I was in there as I always sat there staring at the ground, praying to get out. They had the nerve to report me to the teacher, who then acted as though she didn't force me to wait in there. (I never went in the changing room again after that.)

I was stalked from class to class by large groups of students, surrounding me with abuse. Break and lunch times were the worst because I had nowhere to go. I just had to walk around a lot and hope that no-one saw me, I'd be very lucky if no group of people
followed me around asking crude, embarrassing questions.
The bus trips to and from school were also terrible, especially on the way home. One boy used to sit behind me and wrap his bag strap around my neck, trying to strangle me. He also asked horrible questions, sprayed deodorant directly onto my neck. Another boy put vaseline in my hair and I had to run home to wash it. My wost incident was having a boy from my year sexually harrass me on the bus, I won't go into details.

It would take me all evening to go into more details of everything that happened. Just know that I got crap from people every day of my life for over ten years and nothing was ever done about it. I had no support, not from my family, not from any members of staff.

Not to mention a great deal of it was homophobic bollocks.


I suffered greatly with depression and suicidal thoughts, and when I left school I had terrible anxiety. It has been 4 years since I left school and I still suffer with a social anxiety disorder, but I have been working to make it better, though my anxiety is so severe that I am unable to work (I turn 21 soon.) I have a few friends, can leave the house with much less fear and I am in a great stable relationship of three and a half years to my amazing fiance.

My depression is nowhere near as bad, I have a lot of happy days that feel regular and wonderful. I can sleep at night, I no longer cry every day, nor am I terrified of sleeping because of not wanting to wake up again in the morning.




o_o Yeah. Basically, if you read this and you were the 'bully' type at school, it'd please me to know that you felt just a little bit sad and understood what your actions could have done to someone.

Silly little sob story, but that was school not so long ago.
(Nathan Dorian, Thu 14 May 2009, 18:00, 2 replies)

No, no.
That's not silly at all. That is horrible. Picking on someone for a problem (admittedly I've never heard of and just looked up) that they can't help is awful. I had a similar problem myself where kids I went to primary school with took things with them to secondary school and the teachers just looked aside. There is no excuse for it. Ignorance is not an excuse.

It's a horrible thing, and I'm glad that you made it through, and that things are working out much much better for you. Please, feel free to gaz me if you want to chat about anything.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Thu 14 May 2009, 20:42, closed)

Bullied
I'm glad your doing better. It's horrible what you went through, and I am shocked that the Teachers didn't sort it out (they didn't with me either, but I thought things had got better)
All the best
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Fri 15 May 2009, 6:29, closed)