If you’re here from my YouTube channel, you have probably already seen my video on this. However, if you haven’t, I want to tell you my story and let you know you’re not alone. I have a long history of being bullied.
It all started in fifth grade where I was being called fat, four eyes and other stuff like that. That didn’t bother me so much because I was friends with most of those people. However, when I started 6th grade, I went to Fritsche middle school. I went there with my best friend at the time. The school was in “groups” (for lack of a better word). I was in one group, my best friend was in another, so we had no classes together, not even lunch! I have health issues (this is another story for another time) and let’s just say . . . I didn’t take the greatest care so I was kind of smelly. I showered, I just . . . I don’t know . . . I’ll say this much. I was wearing depends (adult diapers basically) till I was in high school. Anyhow, eventually kids in my classes were calling me pee pee girl and saying I smelled like fish and other cruel things. One day, we were sitting in science and this girl started flinging rubber bands at me. This is when the depression started. I stopped doing my homework and I started getting really rebellious towards my parents and teachers. The only thing that saved me from not flunking the 6th grade was getting a surgery.
For 7th and part of 8th grade I went to Clement. I loved this school sooooo much more than Fritsche. I started making friends and it was so great. I developed a crush on this boy who was so sweet. What I didn’t know was that apparently he dated one of my friends and my biggest mistake was telling her I thought he was cute. She turned around made a notebook and wrote “Brittany + Adam” and “Brittany loves Adam” all over it. It wasn’t my handwriting though because it was too neat. But she showed him and everyone in our class saying she “found” it. Her and the guy I was crushing on were the only ones who bullied me about it. I knew I was ugly but I didn’t need them bullying me because I was crushing on someone. At the end of 8th grade, we moved to the city I’m originally from.
I started going to Starbuck middle school. Once again, it all started off really good. I went with my cousin who was my best friend. I made lots of friends and I loved this school. That is until we went to the Recplex for our eighth grade field trip. I was hanging with my cousin most of the time and a guy she had a crush on came by us. I said really quietly (almost whispering) “Oh look, it’s your boyfriend.” My cousin lost it and yelled “HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND”. After that day, a bunch of her friends started harassing me. Needless to say, our relationship has never been the same. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever forgiven her for that . . .
After the 8th grade graduation, I went to Washington Park high school, where I was REALLY bullied. Once again, I made tons of friends. I would be walking through the halls and people would be saying “Hey Brittany!”. My mom and I talked to this girl we saw walking home and asked if she would walk with me. We became good friends, for the most part. She introduced me to one of her friends and I thought she was a good friend, turns out she wasn’t. She had spread a rumor that I had STD’s and I had had sex with a lot of guys. Somehow guys started going around saying that I gave them an STD. After lunch, she would walk to science with me because her class was close to mine. Well, one day, she thought it’d be a good idea to yell really loud “Brittany close your legs!” and some guys walking near me said that they smelled fish and an STD infested p***y.
At the end of my sophomore year, I went to an online school. The bullying didn’t stop completely. In this school, I was being bullied because I wasn’t religious. I was told that swearing is a sin, I shouldn’t swear around my siblings and so much more. I made friends and lost them. Throughout the years, my depression only got worse. It got to the point where I was really suicidal. I didn’t tell anyone, not even my parents. I wish I had but I was scared of what they might say/think. Mainly because I had brought up one day that I think I might have depression and people were telling me I was too young and I don’t know what it is, I have nothing to be depressed about, I’m just making it up because I want attention. So, till I was 18 and moved to a different state, I just kept it to myself. Now, I’m trying to make myself feel better. Although, for every step I take, I take two steps back.