Never The Same

Story 4: My Bullying Life

Story 4: My Bullying Life

Hi my name is Andrew this is my story.

Since I was a young boy I have had it hard from an early age I was doing stuff for myself my mother wasn’t around she was always at work or over east. My dad was lazy he wouldn’t do much for me but he was always there. From year 1 when I properly first started school I was Diagnosed with ADHD, This meant it was harder for me at school I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t concentrate I was always doing the wrong thing and always getting in trouble. School was hard for me I was never happy there from year 1 was always seen as a freak by kids always the one that people didn’t want to be associated with. I remember for half my primary schooling I would walk around the school by myself just waiting for someone to ask me to join them, no one ever did I would eat lunch and recess by myself I was an outcast. I was always a small child was always the smallest in the class. When I was younger the immature insults that I used to get every day was because I was small, had curly hair or had a big nose it really hurt. I put up with that sort of bullying till about year 5 I was alone no one was there to help me or stand up for me.

Year 6 was my hardest year of Primary school I was teased everyday still and was also still alone. The insults that I was getting now were really mean they got to me so much I would get insults about being Jewish I would get them about being black and since I looked nothing like the rest of my family I got insults about being adopted. It was killing me. On weekends I used to go out to actually find that little enjoyment but the kids around my area were so cruel to me I would come home crying cause I had been beaten up and bruised up, I’m not even joking every time I went out. Throughout that year the hurt built up more and more inside me until one day someone pushed me over the line. I grabbed a Stanley knife and held it to the kid’s throat and threatened to kill him. This ended bad as I got my first ever suspension and was not able to attend my rottenest camp.

From that day I built a reputation of being a psycho aggressive little kid that had temperament issues people from all around the western suburbs knew me for that one incident. I got hate emails and death threats from kids I used to hide away in my house just so I thought I was safe. It was a reputation that was going to stay with me for a long time.

After I graduated from primary school I moved to Scotch College. When I got there I had my reputation for what I did in primary school and started my first year off being bullied and teased and again being alone. Rumors had spread about me and no one trusted me or wanted to associate with me it hurt.

In my second year at Scotch I made a group of friends it felt pretty good to be accepted into the community for the first time ever. But it didn’t last long as I had to give into peer pressure and I got caught stealing from the canteen. This incident gave me another reputation at Scotch people wouldn’t trust me and I was again seen as a bad influence. My grades were going down and I was becoming very depressed and anxious.

At the end of Year 9 I left Scotch College because of bullying and being mentally tortured by other kids. At this stage my parents had separated and I was blaming myself for it because of the stress that I caused for my family. It was time to start at Shelton College.

My First Couple of weeks at Shelton were really good I settled in easy mad friends quick until one day this one kid pushed me too far again. I beat the living crap out of him after school one day and the next day and the rest of the term I had the whole school after me I was lead to hiding in the school nurses room.

Time passed and I began to build back a good reputation gained some amazing friends and joined a community in Fremantle. I became amazing friends with kids there and it felt amazing I felt like I belonged there.

Throughout the year I was accepted into a family and built an amazing relationship with everyone had some amazing girlfriends but they all ended up cheating on me this all was until my grandfather died. When he died my depression really kicked in I started smoking weed and taking drugs and smoking this lead to such as me harming myself. I cut my wrists arms legs and stomach every single night.

To present day now and I sit in my room alone typing this story about my life hoping that the ridicule and hurt will stop hoping that people will see this and understand what I have been through I am still depressed I have been through drugs. I have tried to commit suicide many times all I want is for people to respect me now to see what I live with and what I have been through and hope that you all realize that I may seem happy but inside I’m slowly dying.

I love you all and even when I don’t show it I will never stop loving people who respect me I respect back people who don’t I will pray that what is coming for you is rightfully deserved. As I sit in my room contemplating what happens next with my life just remember I’m human. I hurt, I cry, and I feel pain but aside from that you can also lead me to feeling happiness.

This is a quick biography of me and has not been put in great detail but it outlines key points that I have been through to give you a view on what people go through life hurts and you need people to help you make it better.

~Andrew