The Nomenclature of Bullying

Posted February 7, 2011 from Australia

Teenagers: Developing organisms which are prone to feelings of invincibility, insecurity and tall poppy syndrome.

The Internet: An innocent breeding ground for happenings.

The Bully: A domineering person/s that usually antagonise others for attention and/or acceptance. This predominately results from jealously, higher pressures or/and the concluding addictive sensation of superiority.

To make a mountain out of a molehill is an idiom which completely describes the opposite of my situation. But to use the cliché miracles happen didn’t exactly win me over either. Both of these expressions were uttered throughout the duration of my ‘grey days’; but at the tender age of 17, I was experiencing the apocalypse.

Social networking drew me in with its addictive substances and always spat me out in a paranoid disappointment. Posts I could see. Posts I couldn’t see. People that deleted me; friends. What were they writing? What were they telling people? I had tried so hard for them to like me! It was certain, they had persuaded everyone: I was bad.

A title can change people’s perception for the better and for the worse. In this case being granted School Captain in my final year wasn’t as laconic as I first anticipated. I was slowly becoming a quizzical mess of cellophan-ic emotions. So I turned to the one thing which I knew wouldn’t let me down: Words. Words were my escape when the days became daunting. I’d write speeches, letters, stories, poems, songs, expositions and debates. I wrote about me. I wrote about them. I wrote about everything. This was my vent: my sanctuary.

Stupidity: An act in which third-party observes should learn from the mistakes of the committer.

Unfortunately I kept my means of expression on a USB which fell into the wrong hands. As you can guess, I was hoping for a miracle. They fumed over my writing and committed acts [which close friends called ‘character building’]. I accepted my unfortunate fate.

The banality of my action was not the brightest. But my miracle was an open mind. It allowed me to regroup, find positive people, to ignore and most importantly see the situation in regards to the big picture. It depends on how you look at it but this mountain out of a molehill may be a miracle in itself.

Open Mind: Learn to do this. It may just save you a molehill…. or a miracle.

My Story: Miracles

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  • Frances Faulkner
    Feb 08, 2011
    Feb 08, 2011


    Hard things in life take so much patience, work, and strength to survive. You clearly are one of those survivors, as I believe bullying to be a very hard thing about humanity, and it would be easy to despair. You are on the right track by not only learning quickly about good attitudes and open mind, but also by sharing. When you give out what you have learned, you may always help people whether you know it or not. I love that you write and write. Your voice is your own. Your life is your own. Your power is your own.

    Thanks for passing this along. Frances

  • Linda M. Ando
    Feb 14, 2011
    Feb 14, 2011

    Dear Sambam,

    Hello! Thank you for sharing your story. I was touched by your story for your amazing inner strength and compassion despite the inhumanity of others. You had the courage to be vulnerable, a strength that not many posses. It is that courage and how you value the goodness and compassion for others is inspirational. You are the miracle -- your voice, story and compassionate heart will help others faced with adversity and bullying to rise above. Thank you!

    With gratitude and respect,

    Linda Ando

  • ccontreras
    Feb 15, 2011
    Feb 15, 2011

    Hi Sambam, I could completely relate to your story and I am very compelled by all the emotion in it. I was also bullied, although face to face by my classmates when I was in high school. And when I read the stories of young people who have gone through this and decide to take their own lives, it really hurts me. But reading stories like yours, of survivors who have found healthy ways to deal with it, makes me feel like yes, we can be the heroes of our own stories. We can tell others our experiences, we can share our lives. And most important, we are not alone in this. There are millions like us who have endured it and have made those experiences their motivation to do great things in life. I believe you are one of those people. Thank you for sharing your story! :-) Cynthia

  • Ayobami Olusola
    Feb 16, 2011
    Feb 16, 2011

    Your article is touching because you are willing to be open and vulnerable. Thank you for sharing your heart.