I Was Bullied In Primary School

Primary schools a ***** everyone categorised everything I was bullied for loving history and the 18th century nobody would talk to me and everyone avoided me but I began to sit at home alone after they took my only friend from me and look out to the green grass in the field next door I would chat to myself and pretend my hero in history Marie Antoinette was there sitting with me so I would speak French and german just to have a friend a ghost to talk to I sat for hours by myself chatting I finally got bullied again after making a new friend and the robbed me of my only sole comfort the one thing that was mine I then bought a dog and I have no friends still but I never changed nit for anyone I kept it all to myself and never let my wants change me :) don't change sweety your you and nothing else matters

Hi, I know what it is to be bullied. It happened to me a long time ago, back in junior high (grade 7 and 8) and I've mostly forgotten it but at times I still remember it and I think in small ways it has affected some of my attitudes, more about this culture (I've travelled a lot). I was bullied for a different reason though. I was also different from the others but in a different way. I was going to a public school then, and I was fine in primary school, but we went to a new school for junior high and I was mostly with people who didn't know me from primary school, and the ones who did know me had changed and were trying to act cool and fit in with the others. I was a year younger than everyone else, so I wasn't yet into boys and clothes, makeup etc (I'm a girl). I was into my studies and I was always a high achiever, so I studied hard. I come from a British background so I was more polite and reserved than the North American students. Also, that year, because of the bullying in fact, I suddenly became very shy, and that also bothered them and gave them something more to bully me about. And also my mum was conservative so she didn't let me wear some of the clothes the other girls were wearing, or makeup (but I was only 11 anyway). Anyway, none of these things had bothered anyone in primary school, I had many friends then, but it suddenly happened in junior high. In the end, I finally refused to go to school. I remember sitting on the step outside and refusing to go. My mum at first took me back to our country, which was better, but when we had to move back here, she put me in private schools which was also a lot better. But although I tried, I didn't get over the shyness or totally regain my confidence until I was in university, which was amazing. I'm over that experience as I'd said, but I still feel angry when I think about it, and from spending a lot more time overseas recently, I realize that a part of it was also the culture difference (although I grew up here, I'm more like people of my original culture). I myself was fine getting along with anyone and I didnt care if they were different from me, but they were the ones who couldn't accept that I was different. I still see small examples of this among adults here too, I mean not most of the time, I get along well with people, but here and there it will still come up with people trying to tell me to be different and me saying, well I'm this way since this is actually my culture and it is also my choice and I'm happy this way and not going to change. I find I get along with some other cultures, including the British culture, more easily.

Anyway, after talking about my own experience (which I've almost never shared so easily), I wanted to say that sometimes this kind of experience happens when you are unique, original in some way, and others are actually jealous of the fact that you are able to be this way and not trying to conform. They feel insecure when they see you being strong and being yourself, so they just project that insecurity onto you. Adults do it too but it looks a bit more subtle. It's good that you were strong and able to continue to be yourself and I'm glad you finally found a school that is better for you. You can learn from all these sorts of experiences and they make you stronger. So good for you in sticking to being yourself.

I know you are far from alone in that, kids can be vicious little monsters. Sorry you were put through it. I'm glad things are better for you now. :)