Olivia Penpraze.
19 years old.
Died from a Suicide attempt that left her brain dead. Her parents made the hardest decision of their lives by turning off her life support.
She had a Tumblr account with over 900 posts sharing her emotional turmoil, dealings with depression, loneliness & thoughts about her wanting to take her own life.
The only response she got, was insensitive assholes, like the majority of people on Tumblr, encouraging her to do it. She was bullied consistently.
Olivia attempted to kill herself every year in May 1st since 2008.In May 2012, her short life came to an end.
I know most people can’t tolerate posts like Olivia’s, whom find it attention seeking.
My point to you people is…EXACTLY!!
Of course it’s attention seeking what else it?! People share that part of themselves over the Internet because they obviously feel they can’t talk to anyone they know nor do they think anyone would care.
All I want is for people to cut out the bullying & talk to people like Olivia.
A conversation to someone in desperation could save their life.If people can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
You never know…
What you say could be used to decide whether they live or die.Even if youre a b&w blog, reblog this.
idc what blog you are you need to share this
i remember following her.. god damn it, this is why you listen to people. when they’re sad, you fucking listen..
If the people I follow/people that follow me are down, I WILL NOT IGNORE YOU!!
Because in our community we need to see this, hear this, and understand this.
Please stand up to bullies, words can be incredibly hurtful and a few misplaced words can ruin lives, its all too easy to be hurtful but it is never easy to repair the damage. Some people insult and attack like it means nothing.
(Source: ashschange)
[TW: Violence, bullying]
That always confuses me, so they ask again.
“Really, though, why do you care about equality?” usually followed by, “Your life is so great” or ”look at this example of why it’s worse elsewhere!”
I’ve probably been asked this question more often than I’ve been asked, “Are you really gay?” or “What’s wrong with your legs?” and I think I finally know what to say.
I care because I am a decent person. I care because I have been hurt. I care because people I love have been hurt, taken away from me forever, or killed themselves because so many people in the world have no idea how to be decent.
I myself am both queer and physically disabled. Usually, these facts matter little to my life: I am a whole person who happens to be these things. My minority positons begin to matter a lot more, though, when someone walks by and says “hey, faggot,” to me like it’s just going to make their day to be cruel; or when someone shoves me into a wall because they know it’ll take me at least ten minutes to get up. People would say, “shut up, queer,” whenever I spoke up, just because they didn’t like what I had to say. They’ve called me a colorful range of things, from “cripple” to “gimp” to “retard,” even, based on my inability to walk well. I developed a stutter of sorts due to my need to be heard and my worry that people would stop listening. Everything would come out mangled and abrupt because I felt so small. Best of all, everyone who ever did anything like that to me has never once said that they were sorry then, or that they are sorry now.
I had a friend come to school, shaky, pale, and bruised because his father found out he was gay. Of course, we could never prove where the bruises came from. Then I’d go home and read about other marginalized people being beaten or bruised or killed because someone didn’t like them. I would feel even smaller looking at all of this, and that sucked, but I think caring about everyone else made my own issues seem further away.
At no point did I ever stop. I have never once apologized for the space I occupy as a queer person or as a disabled person, or both, and I never will. And only at this point do I realize that that matters. People in this world are so threatened by anyone who does not fit neatly into their idea of “normal” that they can’t handle when someone who is “abnormal” does not apologize for existing. I realize now that if I had just done what everyone wanted, just backed down, shut up, and stopped smiling, my time in school would have been easier. But then, if I had just shut off, I would never have felt anything, and I would never have learned just how shitty people can be.
As I began writing this, I planned to go into more examples of why I care, but some of them are graphic and unnecessary. So instead, I have a question of my own.
Why don’t you care?
I understand that not everyone is wired for being vocal about issues, for blogging or writing or campaigning about shit in the world that sucks; that’s fine. What I don’t understand is how people can actually say, “calm down, it’s no big deal, they didn’t mean it that way.” Nobody ever wants to say that how they feel doesn’t count, and it’s only worse if a marginalized person has to justify to someone why they are hurt or scared or angry before they will be taken seriously. It shouldn’t take primary experience with bruises and cutting language for someone to care that other people get hurt every day in this world. And if you apologize for someone else’s marginalizing behavior, you may as well have made the wound yourself. Instead, be supportive of how the marginalized person feels, even if it doesn’t make sense to you.
Be decent. Start caring.
“Why do you care?” Because it’s MY world, TOO.
I can just imagine how fucking cathartic that video must have been to make.
peeves-the-poltergeists-sidekick:
Paula - A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home.
#StopBullying
Teaching- you’re doing it right
(Source: pupsdeadgirl)
This is exactly my view on the ‘It Gets Better’ project.
Bullies should be punished ! if they are going to make a life a living hell than they should be punished can you imangine if an adult was doing this to another adult .. we would be all over the bully .. not accepteble
it need to get better now
Why is it that if it’s a child, we call it bullying but if it’s an adult it’s harrasment, menacing, making terroristic threats with or without intent to do bodily harm, lybel, slander, etc.
It’s not fair to them. How many adults have grown up with all kinds of issues in life because of the harrassment that was tolerated in schools? Why is it that teachers turn a blind eye to this while parents tell you to grow a thick skin?
We are setting our children up for faliure. With the current zero tolerence policies at most schools if the child decides to defend themselves they will miss anywhere between 2-3 weeks of school after being taking to the magistrate in handcuffs. While their bully will get one week of suspension if he/she fights back, the clear victim in this is the kid that has been listening to his tormentor for class after class, bus ride after bus ride, telling him or her how ugly, stupid, fat, hairy, poor, fake, girlie, boyish, along with God only knows what slurs FOR YEARS.
Wearing purple because I’m against bullying. I don’t need to do this to acknowledge the discrimination we face, I acknowledge it by facing that same discrimination every day of my life but today I will wear purple to outwardly show solidarity and support for my LGBTQ+ brothers, sisters and non binary siblings.
