![]() I was scared of how it would be because by this time I lost all my confidence. However, I became aware of a group called Raised Voices which was an Arc Theatre project. When it came to GCSE options I wanted to pick drama however the bully did so I never took the opportunity. After I put my school shirt on for school my mother noticed the cuts and finally that’s when I opened up to her about everything. At this point I was so depressed that the matter of life and death didn’t occur to me. The boy didn’t care about the police as within that week he began to kick my chair constantly.Īll of the physical, verbal and mental bullying became too much as I decided to take a blade in school from a sharpener and self-harm on my arm. Therefore, I began to lose trust in most adults in my school. It had gotten to this point as my head of year had not put a punishment in place. The next day the boy and I were taken into an office in the school to give a statement. By this time, I was frightened of how the bullies may react. Two police officers had arrived at my home to speak to me whilst taking a detailed descriptive report of incidents to dates. Obviously, I had anorexia so never ate anything and they had noticed that and continued to bully me. I remember having a film day in school as a treat and the boys persuading me to see who could eat the most and if I won they would leave me alone therefore I decided to go ahead with the idea. I became so resistant to food that when I had bought something from the canteen I would throw it in the bin. As I felt the bullying was becoming worse I told my teacher how I had an eating disorder and she replied “next time I won’t call my friends fat as they might have anorexia”. Due to the verbal comments I developed an eating disorder which again no one had acknowledged as I was scared incase the bullies called me a snake for speaking up. The comments about being fat also hadn’t stopped. I have never felt so embarrassed in my life. However, the next day him and his friends lined up to push me on the floor. The boy was isolated for one day to see if his behaviour had changed. I then became intimidated, as his friends called me a snake and a grass. My mum and grandmother took me down to the school into the LSC (Learning Support Centre). ![]() ![]() I finally found the courage to tell my mum about the bruises. My mum had noticed the bruises but I had claimed that I “walked into a door” and I had “hit my leg on the table”. I kept this to myself as I thought it won’t happen again. I was then physically bullied, the leader of the bullies punched me on my left arm, he left a bruise and he kicked my leg and left a bruise as he “wanted to” because it was “a joke”. By this time, I thought it was the worst it could have been, but I was wrong. In Year 7 it was mostly verbal bullying. I was called ‘fat’ constantly and had jokes made about me. I was only 12 years old when the bullying first started, however, I did not reach out and tell someone until I was 13 years old. In my opinion, bullying is disgusting but it continues to be in life hoping to destroy people’s lives when in fact it makes them stronger. My name is Stephanie, I’m 16 and I have a bullying experience I would like to share as I would love to inspire and help young people through traumatic times. ![]()
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