Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Child
When I sit back and look at how my life was growing up as a child and all the things I have been through in my entire life made me the strong woman that I am today. It all went downhill when my father passed away, he was my entire world. Since the death of my father, my mom became more and more depressed as the days went by and tend to distance herself, so it seemed like I had lost both of my parents that day. Growing up with no form a guidance I was a very rebellious kid, I did every and anything just to get attention such as: fights, pot, stole thing, got arrested numerous times, but that was still yet not the worst part of my life. Over the past few months my mother got into this relationship with a guy name Andrew things got serious
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He sneaked into my room almost every night and continuously raped me and other nights I would sneak out of the house and go to a friend’s house to spend the night cause I was so afraid of being home. After months of being sexually molested I found out I was pregnant, at that point I had no choice but to tell my mom what had happen. As I told my mom what had happen, her reaction to what I said was surely not what I expected, instead of comforting me she lashed out at me like I was not the victim in this or like I caused it upon myself. At that point I felt like I could not of trusted anyone, suffered from depression and I even attempted suicide . I later on moved out of the house and into my own apparent, went back to school and got my life back together, it was the hardest and most meaningful experience that I ever went through and because of that it made me the strong independent woman I am
He sneaked into my room almost every night and continuously raped me and other nights I would sneak out of the house and go to a friend’s house to spend the night cause I was so afraid of being home. After months of being sexually molested I found out I was pregnant, at that point I had no choice but to tell my mom what had happen. As I told my mom what had happen, her reaction to what I said was surely not what I expected, instead of comforting me she lashed out at me like I was not the victim in this or like I caused it upon myself. At that point I felt like I could not of trusted anyone, suffered from depression and I even attempted suicide . I later on moved out of the house and into my own apparent, went back to school and got my life back together, it was the hardest and most meaningful experience that I ever went through and because of that it made me the strong independent woman I am