Ok Kid Narrative

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

During the time that I would quietly sit in a classroom, or in a centrum by myself I would question why no one saw what I did in the mirror whenever I looked at myself. A youthful young man is what I saw from the very beginning, one that was intelligent, fit, determined, and honest. However, no one saw what I did instead they criticized how insane I was for not seeing the physical me. No matter how many times I tried to push the negativity out of my mind things only got worse from then on. Depression and anxiety settled in along with a daily dose of bullying from students when I went to school. The physical harassment got worse, I recall days I wanted to give up because I wanted them to feel the pain they dealt me, but refused to hurt them instead I would bottle up my

She at first refused to believe me, but as I persevered against her denial filled rants she began to see what she had believed about me was false. She did not take being proved wrong in her beliefs well. In the middle of a tearful sentence, she left the room, got into her car, and disappeared for hours. This left me emotionally raw and shocked but also invigorated by the weight of what I had just done. I had just asserted myself against the most major figure in my life; directly challenged what she believed about me. Her rejection hurt, needless to say. When she came back from her drive she had vomited all over herself. She didn’t audibly offer any explanations as to why, but I could easily feel her disgust by the fact she could barely look at me for weeks afterward. It hurt tremendously, but soon I was able to find pride in what I had done. I had asserted myself against my mother and no matter the state of the outcome I felt pride in my new courage, and a sense of independence as I openly defined myself and defied my mother’s beliefs. Even now knowing the outcome and the emotional strain it would have on me, I would still do the same thing, because of the confidence in myself that I have achieved through the

There was always a problem in my mind that my parents never came to support me. I always begged them to come see me, until one day my mom said to me “ you're pathetic and making a fool out of yourself”. Over those words i became very distant from everyone and changed me forever like don miguel described “ you were put in a spell over the word”. I became very shy and antisocial. I let any opinion get to me.

You know growing up I never had a “fairytale” childhood. My parents fought, my sisters and I didn’t get along. Yes, I know that we had good times. I am aware of that. But it just got really hard some days. And that is what threw me into a funk. Then when I

When I was a young boy I was not the smartest, most interactive, nor the best behaved. It was like this because I did not have anything to motivate me through school, in addition, I was a reckless young boy. It got to the point to where my father started losing his hair. Furthermore, it was the beginning of middle school for me, I did not know what to expect, but I was

Two days before my mother had died we had an argument about my behavior. ´Akiko your 14 already start acting like your own age´. ‘Mom i don't want to be 14 i want to go back and be a child again why can't you let me do that ?´ ‘Akiko you will have to grow up eventually and start having a life of your own i don't want anything to happen to you’ i ran out of the house. I know it's stupid fighting over me being so childish but in reality i just wasn't ready to grow up, that would have meant to watch my parents grow old and die. Guess i should have listen to my mother and behaved , i ran into a road without looking . i heard a loud horn sounds then everything went in slow motion i was pushed out the way and landed on the sidewalk . i heard the

As you are probably wondering my reasoning for crying, I’m trying my best not to start with my fit again because of the thoughts I must think to write this down. I have what most would call ‘self-image issues’. They started my 5th grade year. They have done nothing but progressed and now this is where I am: spending my time on my bathroom floor crying, writing in this book about my issues. I was bullied, physically and verbally, neglected, lied and cheated on… I’m not too sure the reasoning. I have always been the best person that I possibly could be to everyone that I come in contact with. People took advantage of my kindness, but I didn’t mind it because everyone needs favors and love.

The past years of bullying affected my way of making decisions. I felt like I had to run my decisions through somebody. That somebody were my parents. Each one of our parents dream of their child´s future, so I was hoping we both had the same thoughts. After being at my new school for one year, I

It all started in the third grade. My grades were horrible to I didn’t understand anything and struggled. I got the lowest grades in my school career in third grade. Instead of getting A’s & B’s like I do now I got B’s, C’s and even D’s. I didn’t like or enjoy reading, nothing entertained me like i felt it should. My sister was awesome at school. She got good grades and was smart, I wanted to be just like her.

Once I removed myself from one BIG issue that was the cause of 95.5% of all of my problems, In a way I found a peace of mind. No, I am not 100% okay and I doubt I will be but it is better than before. In conclusion I do still have and experience some things that I went through my 7th grade to 10th grade years. Yet I still see growth as person for myself, some people may not see much from reading or hearing about everything when I talk about things like this but as long as I see growth in myself I think that is the most important. I can not stress enough when I stated that when I was able to remove myself from the main source of what was wrong, it helped so much. I think that these two different times in my life say a lot about me and I am not

I said I’m just tired. I had to think hard about killing myself. It just got worst that same day. I went to the bathroom and started crying. One of the girls that beat me up came in and heard me crying. She said, “what’s wrong”, I said, “ you and your friends.” She just looked at me like she felt sorry for me. I told her about killing myself , she said “no don’t do that.” I said ,” it’s too late now.” She ran out yelling. I knew she was going to tell someone so I tried to hurry to get home. When I got home my mom asked why I was running I said, “trying to make it to the bathroom. She said ,“Okay”. I went to my room and got the pills that was on my dresser. I took 5 of them they were big and hard to swallow. A couple minutes later I started feeling dizzy and I passed out. After I passed out my mom hears a knock on the door. It was girls. They were yelling, “ where your daughter.” My mom said, “in her room.” They ran to my room to find me on the floor passed out. They called 911, when the ambulance arrived they took me to the

To summarize up my life, I would categorize it into three categories such as my rambunctious family, phony friends, and in all honesty the only passions I have in this world that are keeping me alive today. To start off the story of my life, I would first like to not thank my parents for doing the lousiest job in raising me. Not only did my father traumatize me for life through constant childhood abuse, rude remarks, and alcoholism, but when my teenage years soared, he became the magnificent donor of handing me his genes in the diagnosis of me having major depressive disorder. Now for my mother, she’s the opposite of my father, as she is a complete sweetheart. However, in comparison with my bull-headed father, she has absolutely no voice. For his infuriating authority rules over her every soft, timid move; if only, she could speak out for herself to get out of the unhealthiest marriage I have ever laid my eyes on. Despite the fact that my parents are complete opposites, they have been a prime example throughout my life that opposites do not attract. And if I ever learn to believe that this phrase might not be accurate even in the slightest, I have a vow to myself to drop whoever I am with and walk in the opposite direction. These principles that my parents have both taught me are useless for it deteriorates my very soul when I look back on being forced to live with them.

One night after all the trouble that my parents have been through they didn’t know what to do anymore, I remember as if It were yesterday. My mom sobbing to my dad that what has she done to deserve this, she told my dad how the doctor and everyone she knew called her an irresponsible mother who didn't care about the wellbeing of her kids. After hearing all of this something in me snap and made me change. I decide to change for the better and take the help from my parents. This is where my true mettle was put to the test I didn’t have any people or social skills, people made fun of how I looked called me stupid for failing some classes. It was hard for a kid of my age which was around 13or 14 to be getting told these words. I thought that I couldn’t do it anymore and was about to just go back to who I use to be but

I was always a troublesome kid. My parents saw me as a troublemaker kid who was always hyper. My parents were always thinking if I was going to be that way. In elementary school I was sent to the office several times and I was even suspended once or twice. My parents and teachers had some conclusions for the reason I did so bad at school. Finally my parents agreed to take me to a psychiatrist.It helped, but it was temporary. My parents hoped that with age this would go down.