High School Bullying and Depression
Almost everyone experiences
bullying at some stage in their life. I was highly unpopular throughout school.
In primary school I didn’t
have a single friend. At lunch I played the game-boy that my parents bought me
because I had no one to sit with.
In high school, I made a few
close friends, but we were then bullied as a group. I got called some awful
names, things I wouldn’t like to repeat. I had apples, plastic bottles, and
footballs thrown at my head because I was different.
It even got so bad that some
kids in my grade started telling me to kill myself. Horrible, right?
“Down the street, not across
the road,” they’d tell me.
I’ve never cut myself, but
because I wore a lot of black they seemed to think I was suicidal.
Some students even went as
far as to graffiti hate for me on school property.
“Kate Bloomfield should do
everyone a favour and kill herself,” they wrote on the common-room wall.
That’s something that no one
should have to experience. I could never say such a thing to anyone, no matter
how much I disliked them.
My friends went to the
headmaster about the graffiti, and do you know what he said?
“Deal with it yourself.”
So my lovely friends painted
over the horrible message before I had a chance to see it.
You see, I didn’t conform to
standards that were considered normal. Even my teachers bullied me, one even
told my father that I deserved the
names I was called because of the way I dressed; band shirts, Doc Marten’s boots, torn jeans, piercings and
multi-coloured hair. I also hung
out with many people who identified as homosexuals. Because of this I was also
labelled a ‘dyke’.
Because of this I fell into
a deep depression when I was sixteen, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Mental
illness is not something anyone should be ashamed of. It’s a sickness of the
mind, and I am still on medication seven years later.
So, needless to say that
high school was a nightmare for me. I wouldn’t have made it through if it
hadn’t been for some wonderful friends. They know who they are. And while I may
not be in contact with some of them anymore, they were critical in my survival
through school.
If there is one thing I
know, it’s that my experience has made me a better person. I am not judgemental
of others and their life choices. I’m a big supporter of equal-rights, and
treating others how I’d like to be treated.
I am a stronger person, and
my skin is now much thicker because of the things I’ve been through.
Unfortunately my story is
not uncommon.
If there is one thing you
should take from this, it’s that things do get better. Honestly.
Don’t make permanent decisions
based on temporary problems.
And
I can’t stress this enough: If you’re looking for a reason not to harm yourself
tonight – this is it.
(: Thank you for sharing this. I knew a girl who got bullied in middle school and some of high School. I never could understand why they zeroed in on her like that. She was really sweet. But she always stood up for herself. I admired her for that. I wonder what ever happened to her...
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