“It all started when I was in the 3rd grade. One of my classmates, Steve, started calling me gay, and harassing me. Although it didn’t push me to the limit, deep down inside it hurt. Why was he doing this to me? Is it because I’m Hispanic? No ,that couldn’t have been the reason because he had a friend who’s Hispanic.
By the 6th grade it got a lot worse. I got called gay, gay lord, and loads of other stuff. However, I had friends who supported me and stood by my side. I was a boy, who hung out with girls, because it was just easier! At that point, I was so angry that I just wanted to storm out of my classroom because I hated them so much.
But then came my last hope when I was entering my freshman year in high school. I was going to another school other than the bullies who were going to the another catholic school. The principal even had a talk with me letting me know why I was going to another school. I lost it right there, it was time to express how I had been feeling. The principal finally convinced me that I should go to that catholic school. I was harassed on the bus and made fun of. I told my friend that I thought of suicide. I told him all about the things going on. He didn’t act like he cared or even thought I was being serious. I then reached out to my guidance counselor, who talked with me about it, and thought it was a good idea to be admitted into a mental health hospital. Then, all of a sudden, I started getting support from my friends and family. I started feeling more positive and more confident.
Bullying can happen to anyone, but it’s important to talk to someone about it. Tell someone! Suicide is not the way to go.”