Personal Narrative: Child Abuse And Stay At Home

A long time ago, in about 2004, I was born to two drug and alcohol addicts. We lived in Plano, Texas, in a disgusting apartment. We had cat and dog feces everywhere, and overall it wasn’t the best environment to raise a child in. But when I was about four and a half, my mother put me up for adoption without telling me. I ended up being adopted by my aunt and uncle, but although being four and a half, I will always remember that day vividly, because that was the first day I had experienced real love.

Since I was a kid, I had a ton of responsibilities, cleaning up after myself, doing chores, managing to not fight with my brother, although we fought all day everyday, but you know, it happens. One thing that I didn't know wasn't normal was parenting your parent. I go to school do all my class work and during recess and lunch I listened to all the other kids talk about going to the park after school and eating dinner together with their parents. When I got home from school, I had to do my homework and then take care of my mother. Bring her things she needed such as food, water, help her with many other simple everyday activities. Of course I wasn't the only one who was her “little helper” as she put it, my dad helped her and my older brother by two years,

I remember being taken away from my mother at age seven. My brother was only a year old when we were separated. We were ripped away from her arms and placed in foster care. I can recall that day clear as a crystal. My throat felt constricted as I yelled out for my mother, my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, my knees bruised because I refused to be taken away. From then out my life tumbled down. I could no longer protect my brother, I could not be there to wipe my mother’s tears away. I was alone and frightened. Now that I look back at my experiences in foster care it made me stronger. As of today I am more grounded, and able to go through life with a new lense. I got to experience foster care and am able to empathize with those who have gone through it as well.

I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

I’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.

She got fired from jobs for not having a social security number even though she was one of the most faithful and hardest working employees. I have had to sit back and experience all of these adversities for years and without a doubt it hurts to watch your own mother be discriminated and looked down upon. Despite the hardships, I have grown. It motivates me to work hard and strive for a future my mother was deprived of. It gives me the ability to distinguish choices I have to make on a daily basis. The foundation of my life, is the reason I do what I do, and I am who I am, and my past is where my present determination derives from, to succeed for my future. I am 17 now and with all determination my experience has provided me, the fear has become minuscule in my life

I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I just had got off the bus and I looked at my phone I saw I had 20 text and 8 missed call. I was wondering why I had so many text and calls before I could even look at them.

I was in foster care when I was 7 years old. This was hard because imagine being taken away from your parents at that young age and being put in another family. This was a challenge because this meant going to a different school with different kids I didn’t know. I always hated being the new kid at a school because being the new kid meant you didn’t know anybody and everybody always stared at you. Every school had a different way of teaching and so I always had to adjust and adapt to different environments. I went to 5 different homes throughout those 3 years because the families kept giving up on my brothers and I. So every time we moved we also moved schools and so I just started giving up on trying to make friends and started giving up

As a young child, I was always closer to my father, so witnessing him do such horrible things to my mother had forever traumatized me. My parent’s separation during my prepubescent years was the worst experience I had in my life. I fell into a stage in which I resented my father for damaging our home and not only breaking my mother’s heart, but mine as well. I could not and would not grasp the idea that living in New York would somehow be better for us. I would spend night after night crying myself to sleep because all I wanted was my family to go back to what I considered normal for a long

When I was a baby, my sister and I were placed in a foster home. I didn’t have a mother or a father, and while I did have clothes and toys, I had never felt the true love that only a parent could give. My sister and I lived in a foster home until she was 3 and I was 4. It was normal for us, and we never realized parental love was missing from our lives.

Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough

My mother had it rough growing up. Forced to be out of the house nearly by dawn and only to return by nightfall, she was ignored and turned away by her mother. All throughout her childhood, and most of her young adult life until she ran away, my mother was

After being away from my father for some time, I used to sit down with my mother and we’d talk about the violence that occurred when I was younger. I remember telling my mother that I was glad to be away from my father so that he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. My mother always told us that we should never allow anyone to mistreat or abuse us but we were somewhat confused because she continued to allow my father to treat her in that manner. The actions of my father had hardened my heart and I’d decided that I would never allow a man to hurt me, the way that my he had hurt my mother. I would defend myself no matter what.

My parents divorced when I was five, so I was raised in a single parent home by my mother. My aunt and mother both instilled in me what it means to be a strong, independent, God fearing woman. From the time I was born I attended church regularly, praise dancing and singing in the choir. Being able to touch someone while ministering the word of God is one of the greatest privliges I’ve had.