Barbara Mellix
London HighsmithAbuse demolished my education at very early age. I can remember the rambling and tumbling and rolling on the ground, I could never get used of that sound, my mother yelling, “Get off of me!” Life was all over the place nothing seemed to fit directly in place as it should. My literacy took a tragic turn for the worst because of it. Gerald Graff says that he didn’t realize reading sports illustrated was reshaping his intellectual identity. Barbaba Mellix says she needed to overcome her doubleness and ambivalence of Standard English. I say my development is closer to neither Graff of Mellix because my literacy suffered because of my domestic abuse and foster care. However success came around through my rebirth mother.
Elementary school, mainly my kindergarten through fourth grade years, deteriorated my literacy completely. My brain wasn’t functioning the way a child’s brain should. My heart crumbled, it was filled with hatred towards men. My mother bleed with permanent scares from Larry, Jerry, and Paul. Now this man named Kevin is in her life. Constant night screaming and yelling and being only the age at five what could I do. Weak unsettled confused, my mother always told me what happens in the house stays in the house. In other words I wasn’t allowed to tell anybody anything. The sense of not being able to talk filled my mind with fearful thoughts. I started to fear for my mother’s life. The constant thoughts started to take away from my education. I became that kid who played sick all the time. It was the only way I knew how to protect my mother from being beaten by Kevin. The protecting lead me away from school completely. Later that year my mother received a letter from the school stating that her child would be placed into the special needs program because her child didn’t have the attention span needed to move onto the next grade without it. First grade came around Kevin was now out of are life and my mother was single for a good amount of
Elementary school, mainly my kindergarten through fourth grade years, deteriorated my literacy completely. My brain wasn’t functioning the way a child’s brain should. My heart crumbled, it was filled with hatred towards men. My mother bleed with permanent scares from Larry, Jerry, and Paul. Now this man named Kevin is in her life. Constant night screaming and yelling and being only the age at five what could I do. Weak unsettled confused, my mother always told me what happens in the house stays in the house. In other words I wasn’t allowed to tell anybody anything. The sense of not being able to talk filled my mind with fearful thoughts. I started to fear for my mother’s life. The constant thoughts started to take away from my education. I became that kid who played sick all the time. It was the only way I knew how to protect my mother from being beaten by Kevin. The protecting lead me away from school completely. Later that year my mother received a letter from the school stating that her child would be placed into the special needs program because her child didn’t have the attention span needed to move onto the next grade without it. First grade came around Kevin was now out of are life and my mother was single for a good amount of