My first and only bullying experience was when I was in the 8th grade. I had my first girlfriend and we kept our relationship a secret to everyone else. We had this notebook that we wrote each other back and forth in and would exchange it between classes.

So one day we met up at my locker so we could exchange the notebook and she told me that she did not have it. We looked everywhere for that book but had no luck. So later on during lunch, I walked into the cafeteria and I see little groups of people huddled together as if they were reading or looking at something. I peeped over one of my friend's shoulder and he turns around and says, "Dang Shayla I didn't know you were dyking." When he said that it hurt my feelings, and I saw what everyone was reading. It was our notebook pages spread out amongst my peers!

Everyone knew our business now. One of my classmates found the notebook, tore out the pages, and handed them out to everyone. So for the next 3 weeks I was being called out of my name, (i.e. My name is Michaela but everyone was calling me "Migayla") not coming near me because they thought I had a "gay" disease, and I lost a lot of "friends". At the time I had never been so humiliated in my life.


I started to question my sexuality based on how I was being treated. I was angry at everyone and ready to fight whoever picked on me. I even tried counseling but the the guy who was doing the counseling was going behind my back and telling my parents everything which made it even worse. Over the summer I came out of my shell and got over it all. It's so crazy how kids can be so cruel. When the next school year started, it was funny because all of the females who had a problem with me were now all of a sudden gay and wanted to talk to me. Even the one who found the notebook and spread the pages around. I wouldn't wish bullying or humiliation on anybody because I know what it's like.

I learned to not let what people think of you or what they may call you define you. You know who you are and that's all that matters.