Schoolchildren's personal experience

This summer, on a hot sunny day, I was walking with my niece in the park. The weather was great, but her mood, on the contrary, left much to be desired. Nika, that's her name, told me about her school problems. Her lips were shaking every now and then, and her velvety gray eyes filled with tears. Nicky's stories, one after another, reopened my old wounds. In each of her stories, I recognized myself and my despair and understood that my niece needed to be saved.

This is a true story about being victims of teenage bullying by a student of mine. She has long since left her hometown and is studying at a Moscow university, but she still cannot free herself from the psychological trauma she sustained at school. I asked her to write about her personal experience of mobbing to help herself and others in a similar situation.

The instructive story of a thirty-year-old successful and beautiful woman who as a child felt like an “ugly duckling” and could not even count on the understanding and friendship of her peers. She has come a long way to accept and love herself, putting aside all her childhood fears and worries.

I wasn't bullied at school. Or rather, how can I say... I read a lot, I was short and rather weak, and most importantly, she was naive and I often didn't understand what was going on here at all

I graduated from high school in 1984. This means that my classmates will be meeting for the twenty-fifth alumni meeting this year. Therefore, many of the people I studied with try to friend me on Facebook, send me an email

I am now 26 years old, but I remember my story in detail “from now on”. Up until seventh grade, it was pretty good — I could feel myself quite involved in the team, talked a lot with my friends, already boys started to like me; in general, I liked myself. BUT then everything changed drastically