prescribed the drug Adderall, which is given to patients with ADHD to improve their concentration. It has amazing results.
After a couple of weeks, you could really see the difference. My school work was one hundred times better. But the downside was that it practically turned me into a robot. Mum would say to me, ‘Kelly, have you done your homework?’
I would reply back to her in a monotone voice, ‘Yes, Mum. I have done my homework.’ The drug was turning me into a zombie. I was losing my personality.
Yes, it did make me focused and I was doing much better at school. But I didn’t like the person I had become. My mum didn’t like who I turned into either, so she took me off the drug.
I N Los Angeles, I discovered that the kids were far more tuned into ‘celebrity’ life. Back in the UK, my friends really didn’t give a shit that my father was Ozzy Osbourne because at that time he was bigger in America. I think I’d underestimated what effect it would have on my life or how people would react to me at school.
Once it got out that my dad was Ozzy Osbourne, I never really stood a chance with the bullies. I was a great target for them. The bullying was mainly name-calling. But only someone who has experienced it knows how hurtful being called names can be. It really affects your whole world. Whoever said that dumb rhyme? ‘Sticks and stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you.’ They were talking absolute bullshit.
This group of lads would shout down the school corridors after me when I walked with my friends. They’d say, ‘Kelly, your dad’s a drug addict.’ I would think, ‘God, you’re original. Tell me something I don’t know.’
I would shout back, ‘You’re so fucking funny.’
In America, my dad was in the papers all the time for various reasons. It was a case of: ‘Ozzy strikes again …’ And so does the bullying at school for his daughter, Kelly. I’m not going to lie, it wasabsolutely shit. It was mainly the guys who would take the piss. They’d also sing songs like, ‘Kelly is smelly, she has a big belly and her dad is on the telly.’ There was one afternoon when I went back to the hotel and cried to my mum. Between sobs I said, ‘Of all the names. Why did you have to call me Kelly? Because I do have a belly, Mum?’
T HE only reason people bully is because they’re fucking afraid. They’re really afraid.
People say, ‘Oh, just ignore them.’ But you can’t ignore them. The memories of what people say to you can actually torture you for ages afterwards – if you let them.
Over the years, I’ve learned to deal with people who are being horrible to me.
If someone doesn’t like me, I go up to them and I say, ‘What is your problem? What is your reason for not liking me?’
Back in the day they might have said, ‘Because you’re fat and you’re stupid.’
I’d say back, ‘That’s not a good enough reason for you not to like someone. I’ll see you later.’ That usually makes them feel so bloody small.
In the past I’ve had, ‘Because you’re ugly.’
I’d say, ‘That’s OK, there are enough people in my life who don’t think I’m ugly.’
It’s just finding that confidence to cope with those bullies. You’re always going to go through life with people saying things to you that you might not like. Dealing with a bully is about knowing how to handle yourself. Do you think at forty when someone says something to you that you don’t like, you’re going to stand back and take it? No, you won’t. So, just remember bullies are the weaker people, that’s why they’re bullies. If you show maturity, you’ll always come off the better person. A valuable lesson I’ve learned is that you can’t go through life expecting everyone to love you all the time. You’d be very ignorant to think that could happen, so accept it’s a big world. Some people will really love you, others won’t. It’s not your fault.
A great place to start for
After a couple of weeks, you could really see the difference. My school work was one hundred times better. But the downside was that it practically turned me into a robot. Mum would say to me, ‘Kelly, have you done your homework?’
I would reply back to her in a monotone voice, ‘Yes, Mum. I have done my homework.’ The drug was turning me into a zombie. I was losing my personality.
Yes, it did make me focused and I was doing much better at school. But I didn’t like the person I had become. My mum didn’t like who I turned into either, so she took me off the drug.
I N Los Angeles, I discovered that the kids were far more tuned into ‘celebrity’ life. Back in the UK, my friends really didn’t give a shit that my father was Ozzy Osbourne because at that time he was bigger in America. I think I’d underestimated what effect it would have on my life or how people would react to me at school.
Once it got out that my dad was Ozzy Osbourne, I never really stood a chance with the bullies. I was a great target for them. The bullying was mainly name-calling. But only someone who has experienced it knows how hurtful being called names can be. It really affects your whole world. Whoever said that dumb rhyme? ‘Sticks and stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you.’ They were talking absolute bullshit.
This group of lads would shout down the school corridors after me when I walked with my friends. They’d say, ‘Kelly, your dad’s a drug addict.’ I would think, ‘God, you’re original. Tell me something I don’t know.’
I would shout back, ‘You’re so fucking funny.’
In America, my dad was in the papers all the time for various reasons. It was a case of: ‘Ozzy strikes again …’ And so does the bullying at school for his daughter, Kelly. I’m not going to lie, it wasabsolutely shit. It was mainly the guys who would take the piss. They’d also sing songs like, ‘Kelly is smelly, she has a big belly and her dad is on the telly.’ There was one afternoon when I went back to the hotel and cried to my mum. Between sobs I said, ‘Of all the names. Why did you have to call me Kelly? Because I do have a belly, Mum?’
T HE only reason people bully is because they’re fucking afraid. They’re really afraid.
People say, ‘Oh, just ignore them.’ But you can’t ignore them. The memories of what people say to you can actually torture you for ages afterwards – if you let them.
Over the years, I’ve learned to deal with people who are being horrible to me.
If someone doesn’t like me, I go up to them and I say, ‘What is your problem? What is your reason for not liking me?’
Back in the day they might have said, ‘Because you’re fat and you’re stupid.’
I’d say back, ‘That’s not a good enough reason for you not to like someone. I’ll see you later.’ That usually makes them feel so bloody small.
In the past I’ve had, ‘Because you’re ugly.’
I’d say, ‘That’s OK, there are enough people in my life who don’t think I’m ugly.’
It’s just finding that confidence to cope with those bullies. You’re always going to go through life with people saying things to you that you might not like. Dealing with a bully is about knowing how to handle yourself. Do you think at forty when someone says something to you that you don’t like, you’re going to stand back and take it? No, you won’t. So, just remember bullies are the weaker people, that’s why they’re bullies. If you show maturity, you’ll always come off the better person. A valuable lesson I’ve learned is that you can’t go through life expecting everyone to love you all the time. You’d be very ignorant to think that could happen, so accept it’s a big world. Some people will really love you, others won’t. It’s not your fault.
A great place to start for
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