When I was younger I use to get picked up to go to school the bus ride was fun but long there were kids that were bully's they would take stuff from me I lost 2 Game-boy's due to bullying and Pokemon cards. There was one day when the bus has to call 911 cause I was beat so bad and bleeding from my head that day was just as bad as the ones to come, the bullying only stopped when I got out 8th grade. Going into high school I thought I would find myself and at that time I did but I wasn't like that other kid's in highs I was small short and talked funny so I was picked on for that and from there I tried to stand up for myself and got beat no one ever showed me how to fight this when just 9th grade and even after getting out of the 8th grade I thought it would be different but it was the same thing over and over and over it got to bad that I didn't want to go to school at all but I went. 10th grade wow what a year I learned how to fight but even then being so different from the other teens in high school the fact that I had Dyslexia made it hard for me to learn and stressed me and when bully's picked on me i tried fighting back but the came in number's 2 on 1 or 4 on 1, and it became to much a learning disability and being picked on I thought of killing myself but the friend's that i had made stopped me and helped me out a bit but the bullying didn't end even with the help. 11th grade, I snapped after being beat up by two "hood girls" I would skip school and fight my bully's back with biting kicking and I even picked one up and threw him I had turned in a demon, a monster, I let the darkness within me take over and I lashed out at anyone that I seen or thought was trying to harm me I even turned on my friends my Army JROTC teacher got a hold of me and put me back in my place. 12th grade, the last year I took a stand I found out that I could read people and tell them how they were as a person, I found it to be useful cause the bully's I did have listen and talked shit more then try to beat me up and I was their size so they didn't pick with someone that could kick and punch back 10 time harder on top of all that I found I could hit harder by just using words. I didn't use any of the stuff I learned to bully other like MMA, boxing and more I used it to help others getting out of high school and going through what I went through gave me a understanding for the bully and gave me tools to deal with life, love and more. There are other places i have been bullied like online in Tinychat but I learn from it and just move on and get a better understanding for that people that did bully me and other, but the real friends i made from online or school or just in life will stay true no matter what. Never get so low that you think you can't live in this world anymore, cause you have a big part to play in this little play we call life. We are all welcome here, in this world.
My name is Michael, and this is my story of how I met Nigia (Emily's mother), how the abduction occurred, and my efforts to get Emily back. Nigia and I met in English class in high school in 2002, in Berwyn, IL. Although we didn't speak much to each other when I first met her, I saw something special in her. I didn't know what it was at first, but as the weeks went on, we started talking more and finally exchanged phone numbers.
By then, my father had already abandoned me. At or around the age of 16, my mother (the only thing left in my life) died suddenly right in front of me from a heart attack. As I grew up, I had a tough life, not understanding much and not knowing much for that reason. I was born with something called "intellectual deficient range", so I struggle with daily limitations and at times, frequently taken advantage of.
The months went on and we started dating throughout high school until we graduated in 2004. While in high school, I always felt the desire to do special things for Nigia - especially for her birthday and Valentine's Day. My favorite gifts to her were a dozen red roses, a teddy bear and chocolate with a note saying, "I love you."
In our senior year, I moved in with Nigia and her family. Things were going great. We always got along and loved being together no matter what time it was. A few months later, Nigia became pregnant. Her parents were extremely upset about the pregnancy and things started to go downhill. About a month before Emily was born, I moved out of Nigia's home, and moved in with my cousin.
When Emily was born, I was unaware of the special moment taking place. Nigia only called me an hour after she already had our daughter. I immediately went to the hospital with my two sisters. When I arrived at the hospital in Berwyn, I had mixed emotions. At the same time that I was heartbroken that Nigia hadn't called me to see Emily come into the world, I was overjoyed to hold Emily and know she was now a part of my life. I was especially happy when I found out that it was a girl. I have always wanted a daughter and felt like Nigia had given me the greatest gift of all. After holding Emily for about 30 minutes with her hands wrapped about my finger, I left the hospital.
The next day, Emily and Nigia went home. When I went to see Emily, I was a little uncomfortable and still upset about what Nigia did (something I will never forget.) When I went there, Emily was sleeping. I picked her up and just held her until she woke up. When Emily woke up, she blinked, yawned and smiled at me, then went back to sleep. I wanted to see Emily every day and be an active father, but Nigia and her parents refused to let me see her as much as I wanted to.
A few months passed and I decided that I needed to hire a lawyer to assure my rights as a father. In December, 2005, I hired a lawyer. Not only had Nigia not listed me as Emily's father on her birth certificate, but she refused to allow Emily to participate in a paternity test. In court, the judge ordered a DNA paternity test. Based on the results of the DNA test, the judge ordered her to put my name on Emily's birth certificate. On January 4, 2007, after nearly 2 frustrating years of negotiations, we were finally able to agree on terms for a parenting agreement.
One year after the parenting agreement, everything seemed to be going well. But On March 27, 2008, however, Nigia wrote a letter to me explaining her frustration with the courts and decided to leave, apparently never to come back. The letter explained how she felt threatened by the courts, and that she was afraid she was going to lose custody of Emily sooner rather than later. She was also angry that I knew she was not a legal U.S. citizen and scared that she was going to be deported.
As soon as I finished reading the letter, I went to the Berwyn Police Department to explain what had just possibly happened and asked to file a missing person report. For the next six months, I hit nothing but bumps, calling everyone from the Illinois State Police to congress, Senators and Lawyers. On September 25th, 2008, Emily was listed with NCMEC and other missing children's organizations.
On March 20, 2009 I submitted my petition for my daughter's return under The Hague Convention on the civil aspects of International Child Abduction. Despite all of the difficulties that I may still face, I will continue to fight for my daughter's return home/access from Brazil. On September 2, 2010 INTERPOL (Brazil) located the whereabouts of Emily and Nigia. On October 10, 2010 I flew more than 5,000 miles to Sao Paulo, Brazil in an attempt to reunite with my daughter who I have not seen in over 3 years, but all the long nights waiting in a hotel room, all the long sleepless nights and painful memories; On October 20, 2010 I flew back to the United States and was unsuccessful in reuniting with my daughter. I know that I will never stop looking for my daughter, but I cannot do this on my own. I need help.
This is my story. I’m from Serbia, a country that is poor and most of foreign people never heard of it. I’ve been living here since the day i was born. I have a great family, my mom and dad are great people, i never missed anything in my life. Always had everything i wanted when i was little. I was happy. I would say for myself that i am very naïve person, i trust people too much and later i get stabbed in the back. I believe every word someone says. And i hate myself for being like that. When i was little, i was easily manipulated by my friend, who always used to tell me to do some stuff and that it is ok to do it. Of course i didn’t know it was that bad, i was just a little girl. After a while when he would say to me that i do something, and i said no, he would say that he will tell everything to my mom, so i had to do it. Well everyone was like that when we were little. Those phrases: ‘’ i’ll tell you to my parents’’ etc. I regret for doing all those stuff, and if i could bring back the time, i would stop myself from doing it. Those things weren’t sexual, they were just stupid and childish, but still i regret for doing them. Like i said i am very naïve person. One time i was with my friend outside playing and our neighbor who was like 10 years older than us called us to his house. We were 7-8 at that time, we trusted that guy, and went to his house. We were stupid, but thank god we ran away 5 minutes later. Later we found out that that guy we had trust in was a creeper and a pedo. If we stayed there we could have been raped or even worse. That was the second time i was almost bullied. The first time happened when i was 6, i think. My parents were away, in Italy to work. And my grandma look after me and my brother. I was playing outside with my friend, who was older than me 3-4 years. I had trust in her, and so did my parents. At one moment some guy came to us, and approached me and he was telling me how beautiful i was and how i would be a great model, that he can make me famous if i came with him. I may was little then, but i knew not to speak to stranger. I told him that i can’t go with him, and he grabbed my arm, but i managed to take his hand of mine. Then he grabbed me into his arms and started to run. I was afraid i was going to be kidnapped. Fortunately, my friend’s dad showed up and that guy was afraid and he threw me on the ground. I fell on the floor and hurt my leg and it started to bleed, i still have a scar on my leg. After seeing that he can’t do anything, he took some kind of glitter that is used to decorate some papers, and rubbed it into my face, and he ran away. I never saw him again. But i still remember his face, which reminds me of my friend’s dad i went to kindergarten. And since that day, i never looked at older people the same way. I had and still have a feeling that every guy that is way older than me and talks nice to me is a pedo. So this is one part of my story.
Time to open up. I've decided to tell one of my many stories. This covers both mental and physical abuse. Your family are the people you are meant to trust the most right? They are meant to protect you and make you feel safe? Especially your father. I wish. My Father got granted custody of me when I was young when my parents divorced due to the fact he could offer me financial stability as a child. I saw my Mom on weekends. Slowly that changed. He decided to move us away in spite of my mom so she couldnt have access.At first he was a great parent, He then met his girlfriend and things changed. It had always been just me and him so as a kid i grew used to his undevided attention. Then his girlfriend moved in with her 4 children. It took a while for me to adapt to the new situation.Things seemed good, I started enjoying having a mom figure and siblings around me. Then things changed. My step-mom started being the stereotypical step-mother. She treat me different from her children, With me being the oldest I was expected to always run around after HER children. I would make them meals from me being the age of 11, do laundry, clean the house. My childhood was slowly being taken from me.From that she began blaming me for things I didn't do, Telling my father things so he would give me wrong. She broke the bond between me and my father. Thats when he changed. I remember the first time. Clearly. I was sat watching t.v, My father had just arrived home from work and from nowhere she told him I had hit her daughter. He walked over to me and began screaming in my face, I defended myself verbally stating I had not done this. He began hitting me, over and over and over. I cried for a long time in my room, Not so much from the pain but the trust in the man I called Daddy was now gone. I opened up and told my uncles girlfriend whom then confronted my Father and Step-mom. They naturally denied it and I was made out to be the liar again. Once she left my step-mom pinned me by to the wall, grabbing my face. She left 3 deep scratches. If you look close I still have the faint scars. This carried on. I then got really sick and was still forced to go to school. I lost weight very quickly. The school eventually rushed me into hospital after a week of me throwing up and eventually blacking out. It was then discovered that my appendix had ruptured and I need a big opperation. I woke from the anaesthetic with a 9 inch scar down my stomach. When i got out of hospital my routine at home was still the same, cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. My household 'family' Then bullied me about my scar I have. It knocked my confidence. I was called names. I knew it would get worse when 8months later I was told I needed another opperation to remove a carcinoid tumour.Eventually the scars healed but the mental scars remained. My Father put me down all the time, We had no form of relationship anymore. To him I was worthless and ugly. The physical abuse carried on, I would be slapped, punched and much more on a weekly basis.At 14 I finally got the courage to leave. I went to live with my mom whom my father wasn't aware i had contact with online. Ive never looked back. He lost his right as a parent the day he raised his hands to me and went from being my daddy, to being my father. Only real men step-up and be a dad. My mom and my step-dad are the most wonderful people I have ever met. There is always hope.
Hello My name is Jordan Tyler Graham im 17 years old this is my Story about the Bullying i had.... When I was about 6-8 I was kinda big. Since Im salvidorian and White Mostly white. They called me fat and they said Im a disgrace to live because I was white and salvi. They hurt me with sharp objects etc when In arizona. Then I slimed out and I moved to Iowa for 2 years and they made fun of me becasue I told them my nationality and they still did it there! I have been depressed For years now. When My mom and Dad diviroced the first time is when it started They got back togather and then they split up again that just Tore me aprat on the inside. My brothers sometimes treat me like a suicdial freak because I used to cut. They keep saying that im gonna kill myself one day. I have no real happiness. I take Medicine for it that doesnt Help. I rarely eat at night times. I sleep for more then 13 hours cause My life is a waste.Oh and to continue with my parents. After they divroced me and my 3 brothers Moved to California where we all live. I had to restart my friends 3 times. Its hard making them here. I made some good friends. But those friends are the fake ones who use me for stuff. That made me ever more sad. I tryed to be the nicest Kid on earth and i give everyone my trust but 70% of the time I get Screwed over. I still have depresssion today. It doesnt go away. But I joined a Room called JustforLaughs about 8 months ago on a website called tinychat They have made my life Better they can make me laugh anytime of the day. I did something wrong with that room tho. Which im Deeply sorry about. They all are like my family. I love them So much no matter what.
Thank you Ordo, Inc. And Justforrlaughs for helping me.
From ever since I was a child I was bullied, from day to day I had none to one friend, everyone would run away and hide from me or just tell me they don't want to hang out with me. From prep to the end of year three I was at James Cook then from year three to six I went to school at Doveton North. I had one friend, her name was Honey. When she didn't come to school, I'd be so lonely and sit there and be by myself for the whole of lunch and recess break. When year five started Honey had made friends with another girl her name was Makara. They ended up becoming best friend's so from then on for the next two years I was by mself... When I started high school I thought everything would change and be completly different, I thought I'd make friends and people would like me...... I was wrong! I had one for the first two years, but she'd always talk behind my back and she'd always be calling me a bitch or annoying... It really got to me, so I started playing up in class and I'd get detentions and suspentions so I wouldn't have to hang out with her. Halfway through year eight my parents finally realized and pulled me out of that high school, they enrolled me into another school. At the start everyone wanted to be my friend, but slowly as time passed it was history replaying itself I had lost nearly everyone so I stopped going to school everyday. In October I started played up really bad, I started getting in trouble with the law, I even got arrested at one stage! It got harder to make new friends, everyone would ignore me and would not want to get to know me for who I was so I made do with the very few I had... Around this time, I first self harmed myself by cutting my wrists. The following day my mum saw she wasn't happy about it. She treated me as if I was some kind of mentally ill suicidal freak! She took me to the doctors so I could get help and to find out what was wrong with me. The doctor told me I had depression and anexity... My mum couldn't believe it, we became so distant... And for my dad? Well he's an alcoholic and never really was a father to me. He was and still is very abusive. He sits there talking me down, saying I'm going to be pregnant before I turn 16.. He'd also always say I was a dumb bitch for not going to school... In the end I'd lost hope in school and suceeding in anything! No one ever gave me help, around the time I started cutting I met someone from school.. His name was Hayden, as the more I got to know him we got closer and closer, we ended up dating it wasn't until a few months into the relationship we actually opened up about our personal problems. We both noticed we both cut, as time passed we made each other happy. We stopped each other cutting, about 4 months later we ended up breaking up it was hard but we still remained best riends.. While we dated we hung around the same people, so when we broke up we kept hanging around together slowly I noticed we were all similiar, we all had relating problems. I'd never felt so wanted and I actually fitted in! From then to the end of year nine we were a group of bestfriends. By the end of year nine we had all split up, most of us moved schools got jobs or moved houses. It was extremely hard on everyone including me. It was around that time I found out about Tiny Chat. I ended up finding a room with some really nice people, it was called Just4Laughs. I'd come in everyday, everyone would be so happy to see me. They'd sit there and welcome me into the room, it made me unbelievably happy. It's been eight months now since I've found Just4Laughs and now we've all become a big big family, they've helped me out so much with my life and they've changed me. If I ever needed anyone to talk to, they'd be there! They're my long distance family from all around the world. I've made so many new friends, they've made my life so much brighter. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be who I am today!
The moral of being a Disney princesses
Cinderella, Jasmine, Sleeping beauty, Snow white, and 6 more official princesses, almost every girl (and some boys) wished they could be a Disney princess with perfect hair,flawless skin and a rocking body.
But when you think about it,really hard,is there any girl that's actually helping “the hero” defeat the bad guy? Jasmine for an example: Jafar had her captured and she was defenseless, she couldn’t even though a punch properly! That's because if you think about it, The girl is only there because “the hero” needs something to fight for, in other words: They are there to stand and look pretty (and even sexy) because let's face it,EVERY girl in Disney has a rack and curves,Even snow white, and she is actually only 12 – 13 years old. (according to the novel by the brothers Grimm in 1812)
The under toned princess Moral:
Jasmine: Run away with a dude you don't know
Ariel: Leave your family and be with a hot guy you only met once (and grinded his statue)
Cinderella:”I have to marry someone wealthy,or else I will be stuck here forever” but also, snuck out at night to attend a party.
Snow white: lived alone with 7 men,not the only part, if your a woman you have to run away from your troubles,because you can't face them.
In my opinion there is only 1 princess that kick ass,
less (not completely gone)sexual undertones,she can through a punch and does not fall for the guy at first sight that's Rapunzel,but that movie came out recently (first Disney move “snow white”came out 1937,of corse they had different opinions of girls back then,but that it took 75 years to get a Disney princess to kick a little but by herself, that's just retarded!
And that we got an actual black princess (the first one) in 2009 well that's at least progress.
I don’t think Pocahontas counts because in that move there is almost all racism. Her people get called “savages” literary 35 times in the movie.
Mulan is not a Disney princess, but she is the first main female character, and let's face it, she dressed like a man...she saved the emperor,but she got married....so think about it,how many female characters ends up fall in love or/and get married? Well that's all of them, so if there is a female character it has to be romance involved.
Disney chose to make movies out of fairy tales (real novels) but they also chose to make them for not only kids, that you can actually see in a interview with Walter Elias Disney AKA: Walt Disney the founder of Disney. and it was him that started the “Disney Princesses” he directed Snow white from scratch, it was he that wanted her to look like she did.
He also was a member of the Natzi Party...but that's a completely different story...
We all seen disney,Pixar and dreamworks movies in our young years, learn the morals of not to be jealous and appreciate what you have,not to fight and to love each other, not to steal and the list is long...
but the things you don't see during that age, is the undertones and sublinimal messages. And that has actually contributed to how our generation (90's/80's kids) thinks today and how it effect the society in general,because it is a society matter,in this post we are gonna talk about how mainly Disney really tells a story. And i picked out a few
Let's start with the hunchback of notre dame, it's a cute story about a young man becomes accepted by the city of Paris in the 1400's even if he looks different....but there is alot of undertones and sublinimal messages in there for an example, When Ezmeralda dance in the fire, and frollo sings about her in dispare, rage and love that never can be, he actuelly thinks about a completely different things...well i probobly think that it's easier if you watch this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoWRtsGP-nA
Pretty shocking huh? And in the movie (and novel by Victor Hugo) Ezmeralda is 17,so that's actually not even legal. Well the novel was written in 1831,but it was not that sexual...that means Disney has actuelly focuses on Sex in this case,and racism (but that is pretty obvious)
The second outrage is The little mermade, The story about Ariel, 16 year old mermade that falls in love with a prince and marries him (In summary,she went though alot of trouble inbetween)
Ther real story is from a poet named Hans Christian Andersen and it ends with her dead. (spoiler allert) In the disney movie the undertoned moral is actually just Leave your family,change who you are, get naked and run to his door, I promice he will let you in.and then...he will find another cute girl even though u sacrificed it all for him,i mean...this disney movie has alot...in this video there is alot of other undertones and sublinimal messages exposed:
And just think about how Ariel really looks...she is wearing a bra made of shells...and has a waste that is literally the size of her neck.
Next movie: Peter Pan,about a young boy that wishes he would never grow up,and just be”forever young” well this i really don't need a video to explain.... he flew in the kids bedroom window...asked them if they wanted to play,they went with him,he sprinkled ”fairy dust” so they could fly to hes secret island with him (that he plays with young boys all day) and captain hook is out to get Peter...Let's put it simple...Peter is a victim of a pedophile (captain hook) that turned him the same way (a pedophile)
This is the three movies that are the worst with sexual undertones and sublinimal messages,and we grew up with them,these are classic Disney movies,we all have seen them.
I really don't think we should avoid showing our kids these movies,because this is actually a part of our childhood and we should share it with our kids,because what they see is just a pretty redheaded girl that is swimming whth the fishes or a flying boy with a green hat. Just know this,ur not a kid forever, and will realize that when you see this kind of messeges in movies.
Domestic violence is definately a form of bullying, and one of the hardest to cope with because it can involve people very close to you, but the sooner you speak out and distance yourself from the negativity, the more sanity you save yourself in the end and in some cases you even save lives. self preservation is the key to quality health and wellbeing, because realizing you are worth more than the insults and the violence that others project upon you is part of caring about yourself. You need to matter to you, in a sense it's about divide and conquer, because standing strong as an individual is what makes a cause so united, and only when one is strong, can we all be strong together. Being strong for yourself is important so you can pay it forward by assisting others who face similar conflict. I conclude with optomistic words of the wise: No matter what challenges or critisism you face on a daily basis, hold you head high and remember to always live for better tomorrow.
peace and love ppl♥
I think its so sad how people over look something that matter all cause they think that they have better thing going on in their life, I'd love to see what people think when its their own kid getting bullied or that takes their own life cause of it they're so many things people could be doing to help end bullying bully they won't the teachers lie and say they will do something but they lie, they will never fulfill their promise. They get paid and free themselves but the kid getting push around is enslave in his own mind and thinks there is put only one way out so they seek it and then people say " I wish that I could have done something to stop this from happening" You could have the first time the person came and told you that something was wrong.
We as people all want to help each other that's just how it is, but there are some that fear what will happen, and fear the way of human progress by other other and its sp sad to see people like that that care about nothing more then the skin on their own back if someone comes to you and tells you something is wrong tell the teach or person with them if you are their friend or just to be safe, and if they don't listen tell more people and get them to tell someone that someone is being bullied and its getting bad. Look online at what a person is saying on Facebook, Twitter. Tumblr, and Myspace, look at the status's they make cause the one you see that says "I give up" could be their last bullying shouldn't have to be a way of life it should just be ended and the people should find other means of dealing with whats going on in their life that made them bully in the first place.
This is my word to the all I will do my best to help everyone I can that has a just cause in life and even if you don't i'll still help you cause that's all some people really need is love and that feeling of being wanted and feel like they are needed, We don't have to hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural!
So let us all Fight for liberty! and let us all unite for a better world and a better tomorrow.
This is a blog about bullying, being bullied, life and more and ways to stop bullying and to get more people to see what its doing to the youth and others.