The year you turn sixteen is supposed to be the best year of your life. It was my junior year, almost done with high school. My sixteenth birthday had just passed. I had a new mustang, a boyfriend of a year, good grades, and a great social life. Life couldn’t have been any better for me. Except my home life. I was living with my parents who had just had their 25th wedding anniversary, and my older brother. You would think my parent’s relationship would be great since they have been married 25 years. Sadly, it was completely opposite then what it should be. On November 4, 2001 my dad was involved in a very serious wreck. He was rear-ended by a semi which caused his truck to roll 500 feet into a ditch. He was wearing his seat belt when his seat collapsed. He had a broken back, closed in head injury, and damage to his sciatic nerve. Since it was the early 2000’s …show more content…
I would do my best to avoid being home. I did not want to deal with the fighting and the atmosphere at home, it was not healthy. I would stay at work as late as possible usually until midnight. I would leave for school at 7 in the morning, even though I would not have to be there until 8:15. I was not sleeping, my grades had dropped, I was doing poorly at work and barely eating. At least two days a week I would skip school and go to my mom’s grandma’s house to sleep. When my mom found she took me to the doctor, I was prescribed antidepressants. On October 9, 2014 my mom had finally had enough. I did not know it was going to be my last night in my childhood home. That night my mom told me to pack an overnight bag, we were going to stay the night at my grandma’s tomorrow. I got up the next morning and went to school like normal. My mom sent me a text saying go straight to my grandmas after school. When I arrived at my grandmas there was 3 U-Haul’s and 2 Sherriff officers. All my belongings were packed in those
I barely got to see this woman since she was more into the bar scene and no longer wanted to grow up in a bar atmosphere. One late night I was watching TV downstairs with my mother watching Family Guy and my mom was smoking a cigarette in the backyard. There was a loud knock at the door and a red and blue light flashing in the window. I was scared since I can tell that it was probably the police behind the door. I answered the door and there was two police officers at the door. They asked if my mom was home and I got asked her to come to the door. The officer’s asked me to have my dad come to get me and wouldn’t say anything to me since I was a minor at the time. In about 20 minutes my dad came and the officer was explaining the situation to him. Apparently couple hours ago someone broke into the next door neighbors house and stole a turkey from the fridge in the house. The police showed up in matter of minutes and saw the suspect with the stolen turkey. Suspect dropped the turkey on my mom’s back porch and ran from the cops. The reason the cops were arresting my mother because it was my mom’s friend from the bar and wouldn’t give her name to the cops. They handcuffed my mom and put her in the back of the patrol car and read her Miranda Rights. My dad took me to his house for the night and knew I had to live with my dad full
I was fourteen years old when my life suddenly took a turn for the worse and I felt that everything I worked so hard for unexpectedly vanished. I had to become an adult at the tender age of fourteen. My mother divorced my biological father when I was two years old, so I never had a father. A young child growing up without a father is tough. I often was confused and wondered why I had to bring my grandfather to the father/daughter dance. There was an occurrence of immoral behavior that happened in my household. These depraved occurrences were often neglected. The first incident was at the beach, then my little sisters’ birthday party, and all the other times were overlooked.
During this time the hospital social worker came up to my family and offered to help us in any way that we needed. The social worker helped us find somewhere to stay and gave us information regarding the area surrounding LPCH. The social worker also provided us with a packet of information about how to cope with everything emotionally. I remember reading the packet and thinking that this could be my part in helping my family. My aunt and uncle had a five and two year old as well that had become a second thought when the accident happened. Both the five and two year old witnessed the accident and were traumatized by what had happened. I used the sibling section of the packet in order to help them get through the vision of seeing what had happened to their older brother. My family and I took on the parental responsibilities in order for my aunt and uncle to focus on their sick
The fifteen year old me choose my fate. I made one of the biggest decisions of my life in 2013. I decided to move 1,997.3 miles across the country to live with a man I barely knew. It sounds scary and dangerous but I was ready for it, I was ready to make my own decisions and choose what I wanted to do. One night I sat in my bed and I just analyzed my life and where I was going. I dropped all my friends, started hanging around the wrong people doing the wrong things and became distant as a person. I just wasn 't happy, I fell into a depression and life wasn 't the same anymore and I was just a freshman in high school. That is not how I wanted to live. The next morning I told my mom I wanted to move with my father in Louisiana.
The best day in my life was when I got promoted from the fourth grade to the sixth grade, or so I thought. I had been held back in fourth grade which meant I did fourth grade twice. So of course I was elated when a new program started the next year that allowed me to skip the fifth grade and go right into my sixth grade year. I rejoined my class and reconnected with my friends. All was right with the work again. The problem with skipping the fourth grade was that although I was socially on target, I was academically behind.
It had come to the attention of my family that I had some sort of psychological problem and something had to be done. I was always labeled as a shy and quiet kid, and like my family I had thought nothing more of my behavior. However, now it had become something more obvious. I had told my parents the kinds of problems I was having. Basically I didn't want to talk to anyone or to be anywhere near anyone I didn't know. I didn't really want to leave my house for any reason for fear that I might have to talk to someone. I was so critical and scrutinizing in relation to myself that I couldn't even enter into a conversation. Everyone seems to have a part of themselves that lends itself to thoughts of pessimism and failure, but mine was something that was in the forefront of my mind at all times. Something telling me that everything I did was a failure, and that anything I ever did would not succeed. Through discussion with my family it was decided that I should move out of my parents house to a place where I could find treatment and get a job. I was to reside with my sister Lisa, her partner Brynn, and their Saint Bernard in Greensboro.
During my Sophomore year of high school, the divorce of my parents was sudden. The past few years of living with them together never gave me any hint of what was going to present itself in my later years. That following summer was tough for me when my dad abruptly went back up to Anchorage, Alaska to continue his fishing job catching pollock. I stayed with my mom, 2 younger brothers and her new boyfriend at our old house which no longer felt like my childhood home. This change in my life was abrupt and I couldn’t adjust fast enough to what was happening. That summer consisted of me working at my first job down at Bunnies By The Bay for 6 hours, going home and packing for the next day so I could head over to my grandma’s house, because at the
When recent college graduates look back at their collegian experience, most claim that those four years are the best four years of their life. Many cite their social life and friends they met throughout college as the reason why those four years are the best they’ve ever had. Knowing this, I was very excited to enter college coming out of high school, thinking that the next four years are going to bring exciting new changes. Although it took me a while to realize it, college did end up being the best years of my life, but for a very different reason.
First of all, my parents have their own business called Rainbow Vacuum. They have been doing this for twenty-nine years. It was the day after my twelfth birthday and the day before a concert I was thrilled about going to. Well my dad fixed the ladies vacuum and wanted to collect the customer’s money before going to a concert the next day for my birthday present. It was late in the evening about seven o’clock and the customer did not like to drive after a certain time so my dad offered to deliver the vacuum to her house. I really wanted to go ride with him but he told me no since it was late and needed to help mom with my brothers. After putting my two brothers to sleep, on August 11, 1999, my mom received a call from Terrebonne General Medical Center. The nurse told my mom that my dad was in a major car accident and she needed to come to the hospital right away to sign release forms so he can be treated. At the moment she was not thinking at the time and responded, “Tell him to call when he leaves.” Nurse said,” Ma’am you do not understand, you really need to come now.” “The car is wrecked and your husband is in need of medical treatment.” “A sixteen year old boy speed onto Prospect Road and hit your husband in a head on collision; it took the Jaws of Life to get him out of the car after close to two hours.” She called the neighbor to come watch us while she goes to the hospital to see what was going on. She told me I can stay up for updates and to call my grandparents after she leaves. Well the doctor met my mom in the waiting room with a piece of paper that had a quick drawing of a person head to ...
My whole childhood I raised myself, surviving on the Social Security benefits I got from my father’s being deceased. The school supplies and materials I needed all came from monies I received from the government. I can’t even remember the last time my mother bought me something with her own money. Without gas money, she wouldn’t take me to school half the time, so I often walked at least an hour every day to get there and back. My mother often sent me to live with my grandma for weeks at a time while she partied. She would come home for a day, grab a bag full of clothes, and leave, with no word about when, if ever, she was coming back. I remember crying and shouting, “If you love me, you’ll stay.” I always got a hand shoving me back and a door slammed in my face.
My eighteenth birthday probably was the worst I ever came to witness. I wanted to feel grown because in the eyes of the law, I had been. I wanted everything to be perfect and everyone to be content. I started the day off ready to enjoy my day, but everything was going downhill. Clarence, my boyfriend, took me out for lunch. He and I decided to go to this
That was the beginning. Along the way I made poor financial, academic, professional and personal decisions. It gave my family enough ammunition to never let me break out of the pattern that they had me in. It is an almost textbook example of an abusive family. Individually, each member of my family told me that my father had treated me the worst of any of the kids growing up, but no one ever stood up for me while the entire family was present. I felt completely unhinged, I was undiagnosed bipolar, suicidal, drug addict, occasionally bulimic and surrounded by people who only told me I needed to lose weight, save money, and “be content with my lot in life”. I felt crazy, and I had a gamut of health problems that resulted from being around my family because they were so stressful. (i.e., hair loss, bedwetting, bleeding for four months,
I remember the day as if it were yesterday; I was sitting in my sixth grade classroom deliberately packing my belongings away in my jam-packed locker. As I reached for my belongings, I endured all of the eventful memories that took place in that school and in my home state. All the friendships that I made would abolish. My friends sobbed as I sobbed. I anticipated this very day for about six months. As all of my belongings were finally packed, I gave my final good-byes and headed out. The mixed emotions trembled through my head. I became exceedingly furious then miserable then furious again. Hatred filled my eyes as we drove farther away. I became bitter with my family and secretly blamed it all on my
On December 27th, 2013 I was removed from my home by Athens Clarke-County DFCS in the middle of the night. I was only able to grab some clean underwear, my phone, my jacket and few other small things. I did not know my fate or what would become of this situation. Only thing I knew then was confusion but I later learned this was a starting point of my new life.
Adolescence is a period in life where one makes mistakes and learns from them. However, most mistakes have consequences and repercussions. At the age of 17, my parents decided to move the entire family back to our homeland, Dominican Republic, after discovering that my sister and I had been “borrowing” their car while they slept and driving it without driver licenses. After the initial shock and resentment wore off, I realized that moving to Dominican Republic was the best thing that ever happened for three major reasons: I grew closer to my one and only sister, my grades improved, and I became more independent.