12th-grader, on the trauma of bullying

Bullying. It is a problem that most kids will deal with. Bullying is a topic that hits me in a hard way, because I used to be a victim, I used to be bullied. I felt so alone.

Being bullied hurts you inside. It leaves an emotional scar. You can’t help but feeling alone, depressed, abandoned, and scared. You think and feel that the whole world is against you, and you don’t have any friends. Bullying can alter that person’s life. It can turn a straight A student into a victim.

Why would someone do that to another? Why does that specific person deserve this kind of torture and abuse?

Even if you want to stop the bullying, you can’t stop it. It will never end. You can never escape a bully’s wrath.

My bully made me feel that I was irrelevant and insignificant to the rest of the world. He would insult me, call me names, mentally and physically hurt me, and get the whole class to join in on my torment by teasing me.

He emotionally scarred me. I wanted to tell someone, but whom?

It was hard for me to find someone who cared; it was easy to find people who didn’t give a second thought about me and how I feel. It was hard for me to look myself in the mirror every day. Knowing that I was an independent, intellectual, and unique student and kid, and then, with constant abuse, I became a target, an object, a victim, a statistic.

During those four to five months of pain and torture, I fell into a deep depression. I couldn’t talk to my family, my friends, anybody. Because I was being bullied at school, I thought everybody was against me. It would haunt me, scare me, give me constant chest pain.

During this time, I wondered to myself, “Why me?” Why was I the person he wanted to destroy? Was I that one kid that was weird, unacceptable, loathed, and repugnant? Throughout those months, I questioned that theory. I asked other kids about their past of being bullied. It was true. Apparently, I was bullied for those reasons, and the fact I was different than everybody else.

I was being bullied. I had became a statistic. It hurt. When you are being bullied, it makes you think if you are really worth it. It makes you wonder if you are a burden to your family, friends, and everybody associated with you.

What I’ve learned, though, is that when you are being bullied, don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself. Be that person that stands up to your tormentor.

There are multiple ways to confront your bully. One is to find friends who also have been bullied, stand together to confront the bully head on.

An effective method I used during my encounter with my bully was to find a friend who cared about me. You can tell when you see someone who cares about you and your well-being. That person begs the bully to stop abusing you. That friend will console you in your time of need. I know this because that is how I stood up to my bully.

How will you stand up to yours?

Jonathan Enyinnah, senior, Frederick

Douglass Academy for Young Men, Detroit