A Narrative About Being Trapped

My mother worked day and night so I had to care for my sister and cousins. On some occasions I had to help my mom clean houses to earn money. At the age of thirteen up until I was sixteen I was cleaning houses for the people we longed to be. I got a glimpse of a life I have never known. For the most part my mom’s boss was nice, but her family was ignorant at times. They would ask me where I have traveled and if I’ve been to all these kinds of expensive places. When I answered no they asked why not. I guess they didn’t comprehend the fact that my mom and I were cleaning their dishes and making their beds for less than the minimum wage to be able to barely afford the rent of the small room we all

Once my mom and my step dad got a divorce her, my brother, and I moved in to our old house until we could go back to Tennessee where we originally came from. Everything went downhill from there. The house had no water or electricity and she would leave me

Have you ever had a day when you feel like you were wired backwards? Do you ever feel like you are charged with so much energy that you will go mad if you don’t get it out? Do you find yourself reading a question and then rereading just to soak it in? For someone living with ADHD these are daily struggles. There are thousands of people who must carry this label and new diagnoses every day. Both children and adults are stricken by this disorder. Giving them the label causes greater problems than the disorder itself. Individuals with the label of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder experience increased peer related issues, have a higher documented rate of injuries inflicted, and are known as defiant and disobedient due to the implied

The Unredeemed Captive- A Family Story From Early America, John Demos, Vintage Books, April 1995, New York

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

During the year of 2014, my mom decided to move to Houston Texas. Before even graduating High school I was living the life of an adult, when my mom moved to Texas she decided to give me the responsibilities to stay with my two little sister for about two months. After the two months of stress having to come to school and taking care of my sisters I felt overwhelm and consumed. My Mom then decided to take my two sisters to Houston to live with her, now I am on my own. No words can describe how I being feeling this years, suffering from depression, humiliation, sadness and loneliness. Without my mom support who has completely giving me her back is even more painful. After all that obstacles during my last two years I have learned that is

I was born with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder or ADHD for short, but in all honesty, I wasn’t that self-aware of anything being wrong. Trouble began early in school, teachers who called me out were just dicks in my mind who didn’t get my sense of humor. If you were born color blind you may know something’s different, but unless you’re told something was wrong, you’d have no idea that you couldn’t see red. That’s how I felt in elementary school, being hyper and distracted was just me. Granted I was a little too much sometimes, but I really didn’t know why I was being singled out all the time. The problem was, I was hyper all the time. At home and school, it was very hard for me to calm myself down and mirror the behavior of everyone

I have never let dyslexia and ADHD define me, I more or less overpowered them. I don’t use dyslexia as an excuse when I am reading. I may just need an extra reminder to stay on task, but one reminder is enough to get me back on track.Over the years I have taken so many different medications. As of now I am a 11th grader who can handle her adhd well enough that I have not taken my adhd medication since the beginning of 9th grade.

Many characteristics isolate me from the rest of my peers, but my learning disorder has been a burden to my life ever since I was born. While some of my classmates absorb information with simplicity, I sit behind them lost and confused. I have attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder, more commonly known as ADHD. Although learning is not easy for me, it has given me the ability to find alternative paths to overcome obstacles.

When I was a kid me and my mom didn't really get along all that much, always had problems, and I never knew exactly why that was. I tried everything I could to avoid any and all fights and arguments, so I did everything she wanted and whatever she said to cease all of it. Things didn't get any better, they more like they got much much worse, I was finally able to move out in with biological father and things seemed to go good for awhile I was sent to military school and made out of that. Moved back home and moved out on my own and working 2 jobs to pay for all the bills, so when you're living with mom and dad don't take for granted what they give you cause its hard when you're on your own. Graduated high school doing everything that a young

My family used to be like it was portrayed in movies; father, mother,daughter, son, with a few pets living in a nice house in a small town and friendly neighbors. My life flipped upside down when I was seven years old because my parents were getting divorced and I had to start a new life in Kansas with a man I didn’t know and my mom. I was hurt that I had to start my life all over and start a new school, leave friends behind, and I wanted to live with my dad too just like my brother was. I wanted to stay Nebraska and not leave my friends behind, not leave my home, and not leave everything behind. As I had to organize on what I wanted to keep and leave with my dad, tears ran down my face, realizing my life wasn’t going to be the

I believe that no matter what the truth it should never be sugar coated or twisted for the partial happiness it might cause someone.

I really stopped liking the people at my church for this one. It's my fault in a way because I'm not used to being told no. When people say no to me I just don't understand. My church had a lock-in and wouldn't let me leave.

It was Christmas Eve morning and my cat Sweetpea was laying on my legs purring. We were going to church that morning so I had to get ready.

No brothers,no sisters,no step-dad,no shared bedrooms or bathrooms,just me and my mom. I can count my shoe collection on several sets of hands,I eat out whenever I want,and my wallet is the reason my pants sag so often. When I wake up I only have to say goodmorning to my mom and nobody else I share the bathroom with just her I eat with only her. But once I get outside the house and see my friends laughing and playing with this guy they call their dad. I get neglectant and jealous. Where was my dad? Well he was only 10 minutes away,stayed the house his family grew up in. He rarely calls and when he does he spits the same lines,where you been,why haven’t you called,I hate it when does that so he gets the same answer everytime. So