What should be done, if you are bullied at school?


Hello! My name is John. I’m 13. And I want to tell you what to do, if you
are humiliated at school, if you are alone, and a whole crowd is against you. I faced this problem myself. And I coped with it. It all began in the 7th grade. There was a boy called David. He studied with us. He wasn’t like the others. He looked very weak. Such boys are usually called pansies, crips
and sissies. David communicated with girls more often than
with boys. He couldn’t find common ground with his
classmates. The boys from the class called him fancy pants
and sissy, who was hiding behind a woman’s skirt. They didn’t beat him, but they insulted
and humiliated him with words. David got aggrieved and cried almost every
day. But the more he cried, the louder they laughed
at him. One day, David simply didn’t come to school. His parents transferred him to another school. And then I realized what it meant to be in
his shoes. My classmates switched to me. They didn’t notice me before. But, as soon as their laughing stock disappeared,
they switched to me. At first, the boys offended me with words. They called me sissy, came up with insulting
nicknames. But I decided that I wouldn’t pay attention
to it, like David. I pretended that I didn’t see or hear insults… Although I was raging inside! I wanted to scream and cry because it hurt
so much! But I kept holding on. Then, the boys began to hurt me physically
– at any opportunity, they pushed me in the back so that I fell. But I still didn’t cry! One day, I came back to the classroom after
a break and saw that my backpack was empty. All my textbooks and notebooks were scattered
in the corners, and the pencil box lay in the trash can. I was collecting things, and no one helped
me, everyone just laughed at me. I couldn’t take it anymore. Tears treacherously welled from my eyes. And my offenders noticed them. “He cries like a girl!” – they said. “Oh! He’s whining!” “Ugh, he’s a crybaby!” I don’t remember how I ran out of the classroom… I don’t remember how I got home… There I let my tears flow. I wept and screamed. It really hurt. Why do they treat me like that? What did I do to them?! Why?!! Suddenly, I felt my mother’s hand on my
shoulder. I didn’t even hear that she returned home. I told my mother about everything that happened
that day and what had happened before. My mother decided to go to school and talk
to the class teacher and my offenders. I got really scared! I could clearly see the guys laughing at me,
if my mother came to school. – Wow, he’s a percy boy! – Boooo! He told everything to his mommy! – You’re not a real man! You can’t stand up for yourself! – Ough! He’s a snitch! I thought my life would get even worse! And I begged my mother not to go to school
and not to do anything! Let’s change the school instead! – I begged her. But mom held her ground. – No. We won’t change a good school because of
a handful of aggressors who think that they can do anything. We will defend ourselves! Mom said that such behavior of children (constant
humiliation of one kid) is called bullying. And it has to be stopped! Because children, who bully others, will never
stop. It will only get worse. It’s impossible to stop bullying without
the help of adults. You can pretend that it doesn’t offend you,
but offenders will always find ways to break you morally. The only thing that can be done, when you
are alone versus all, is to ask for help from adults. There is nothing shameful in the fact that
the child asks for help from adults, in case the problem can’t be solved by the kid. My parents went to school. The main instigator of bullying had to go
to the director’s office for a serious conversation. His parents were called as well. And everything changed! However, the school psychologist has worked
with our class and with me for some time. They stopped bullying me because they realized
that I wasn’t alone. My parents will always be with me, they will
never leave me alone, when I’m in trouble. And I realized that I should immediately tell
my parents about the problems, especially if I can’t cope with them myself. And you know why? Because it’s not a shame to stop bullying
with the support of the family. It’s a shame to endure humiliation. If you like my story or you know someone whom
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