Personal Narrative: Childhood And Sexual Abuse

high year, but the experience has made me who I am today. Depression overtook my life at the age of 13, and I had to be taken away for my own safety. I was a danger to myself and it had everyone worried about my well being along with me. After being sent away to a mental facility I had mastered different coping skills to help me recover from my illnesses and disorders. I spent an entire week working on just me and not having to worry about fitting in with the others or being judged, based on my flaws. As I knew I was safe and that we all had something in common being there. Later release, I continued my way to recovery with the help of support from my family and friends. Once at my best, I began to see the beauty of the world and realized how important happiness really is. I accomplished not to let the scars of my past tie me down. There was one major lesson I did learn and that was my inner strength to keep me going. Due to the fact that the medical field helped me without judgement, I know I am going to help others.

In the first session I, the client, talked to Mikeala, the counselor, about a traumatic experience that I went through, my relationship and how it affects me, and how my new-found independence effects both events. The session in total took sixteen minutes, but for most of the time I discussed about the traumatic car wreck that I was in three years ago where the passenger died. When talking about this traumatic experience I mentioned that he was one of my good friends and how if he would have lived he would have come to Lubbock Christian University. Also, I conversed that being away from my support group and home town had made coping more difficult. On the other hand we talked about how being alone has helped me become more independent and how I got my boyfriend from my independency. I was able to talk to Mikeala about my boyfriend, my independency, and the wreck.

It did not take long before I realized how lucky I was for the situation that I had grown up in, to see how I could use it to shape my future into one that went against every negative thought people had, or every negative comment people made towards my future. The past was the key to my future. I spent years in foster care, and years being treated like just another case by social workers, never feeling like they really cared or understood me. That is what needed to be changed, and that is what I was going to do, become a social worker, and revolutionize the way foster kids, abused, or neglected children were treated. No kid should feel like they are just another case to be handled, they are brilliant individuals who are waiting for someone to show them how to not only escape the past, but how to achieve their own dreams. I promised myself that I would never give up on that dream of helping those children in need. It was in the past that I found my courage to return to school, to prepare myself for a worth wild

was present at home, my mother attempted to keep the peace. Emotionally, he would erupt in angry over the slightest things. At times, my father subjected violence against my brother and I. He physically abused my brother and emotional abused me. I recall that one night, when I was seven years old, my brother and father were arguing. In a rage, my father hit my brother repeatedly and once he was done hitting him. He threw my brother outside on the porch. I remember that night because it was freezing. My brother had no shirt on and my father locked him out. I cried and so did my mother. After ten minutes of my father blocking the door he eventually walked away and unlocked the door.

There are many things I wouldn’t put past my estranged mother: she’s trolled me in the comment section of my online articles, publicly disowned me and my sister on Facebook more than once, and put me in very serious legal trouble. But I never thought I would see her openly defending a man who bragged about “grabbing pussy”, nor did I think I’d see her outright mock victims of alleged sexual assault, especially because she is a survivor of sexual abuse and assault.

I spent nearly five years getting rid of the shadows that I have experienced sexual assault. This incident occurred in the winter when I was a five-grade student in primary school. However, until now, I still remember it.

If I learned that a close friend was experiencing domestic violence, I would immediately do everything in my power to aid her and show her the resources out there to help her escape this terrible situation. My actions would take place in three different steps.

While, in my pursuit for academic success I have learned new strategies that will achieve higher grades. Since, I’ve acquired new habits, I’ve made my medications a priority, I acquired innovative study habits and consistent organization because I’ve change I’ve given myself the necessary tools to succeed. I’ve gained energy and a clear head since my transformation I currently live a healthy and fulfilling lifestyle.

My life flashed before my eyes. I knew I couldn’t stop. I froze. I crashed. I woke up. On March 13th 2011, I had an accident. I woke up in a pool of crimson mud and snow, and I could see my right cheek in the corner of my eye. I slid my tongue across my teeth, and cringed in fear as I felt the abnormality inside my mouth: every tooth right of my nose was misshapen, and my front teeth were halfway out of my mouth. I was missing another. I thought God had tried to kill me, and I was irrational. I couldn’t move. I had slid off the ice covered ski path and off into the woods.

It was an oppressively hot and humid day (as usual) at Academy at the Lakes, and Mrs. Starkey was giving a tour to a group of august looking potential investors for the next fundraiser. As she approached the ‘infamous’ Room M-32, she began to feel nervous, and she began to speculate about the devastating possibilities, an idiosyncratic habit of hers. With sweat in her hand, she grabbed the door handle, and she, reluctantly, opened the door. Utter chaos. There were mad kids screaming at each other, and kids hitting each other; the class behaved like a stochastic fractal. Some kids were severely injured with broken bones and traumatizing hits to the head, and other kids were defenestrated. Mrs. Frizzle was out of school (so was the magical school bus), but her students were still in the classroom.

Growing up, I lived in a small community where poverty was an issue. Within the low-income community, drugs, crime, and education lacked. There were many people unemployed, lacked health coverage, and financially unstable. One of the major issues in the community was the use of illegal drugs. The substances damaged people's lives, due to addiction. The drugs included heroin, marijuana, and cocaine; the list can go on and on. From future football players to basketball players, I watched all these superstars turned their lives upside down. I watched players that had the privilege to play for top universities lose their scholarships because of the use of illegal substances. I even watched one of my own, my uncle.

If you really want to know about my traumatic childhood, it all started in a small town outside of Philadelphia. I was around 9-10 years old at the time and we lived about right in the middle of a forest. There was no clear patch of open field to be found. You would think there were many animals around too, for living in the middle of nowhere, but the coolest thing you 'd find was a lost deer now and then. Anyway, the incident took place on a cool night in the middle of July. I was in my crappy two-story house in bed. I remembered the wind to be wild that night and of course the walls of the house were as thin as paper, so it sounded like a tornado was forming outside. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I went to get a glass of milk.

the abuse I endured from my parents. I didn’t do too well in school either, I was 8-years old and had no clue what the alphabet was or how to count to 10, I even forgot how to spell my name. Once in a while they would help me with my work, but never too often and always made fun of me. In time, the problem seemed to escalate causing me troubles in school with other students and faculty which forced me being expelled from school. From that point on, there was a lot of tension building at home because of my disorder causing chaos, fighting, arguing with the family all day, everyday. One afternoon after a walk, I came back to realize that almost everything in my room was boxed up. I asked what was going on but all they did was give me

I would never claim to have had a terrible childhood. My childhood was great, and I got to grow up beside my older brother with mom and dad looking out for both of us. After I started going to school, I remember spending my hours before and after school at the First Christian Church where I attended daycare. My dad would sometimes pick me up from daycare and take me to the post office where he was the postmaster. While he worked, I would sit his office working on my homework. Sometimes he even had to go to the post office during the nighttime, and bub and I always tagged along to play in the empty, dark building. Our time to play at the post office and for dad to work there ended when I was around ten. He was forced to retire as his health

The most significant thing that’s happened in my life is doing bad things when I was a young teenager and then eventually changing for the better. This started at the age of 12, when I was starting to get myself involved with people that influenced me to do very damaging things that would mess up my reputation as a middle school student. The first time I ever started doing that is when I first started attending middle school. I would sneak out and lie to my mom repeatedly, sneaking out almost every single day of the week while school was going on. The first night I sneaked out, my friend picked me up and we went to a club in downtown Miami. Drunk out of our minds we drove back very late at night around the time the sun was coming up, I could nearly see the sun rising from the side of my eye as my friend drove me back to my house. It was an ongoing thing and I would even take steal my dads car 2 times a week and drive it to the beach so I could get wasted with a group of my friends on the beach. I felt so rebellious while the adrenaline was running through my veins, I got enjoyment out of doing this every night. I would never think about all the wrong choices I’ve been making, along with the fact that I would always be disrespectful to my parents when they would make assumptions about my whereabouts. I would keep my mouth shut every single time id talk to my parents and consistently smirk through the whole conversation. I would do so many dreadful things behind their