Growing up in Michigan, my childhood was anything but serene. I faced adversity at a young age, being bullied and picked on by other kids all my life for being slightly different. I was very skinny kid with lots pimples, jet black hair, and very insecure. Everyone has insecurities that remains dormant their from childhood. My list of insecurities came directly from my childhood dealing with authority figures and people of power such as my father. I always wanted to please others before pleasing myself and gain their approval others. One thing I could not tolerate any type of constructive criticism or feedback from anyone growing up. This clearly effected me once I entered the workforce later on in life. I was described as hyper sensitive and
I despised what she said when I left. I was engulfed in anger by not being the favorite. I was rebellious because I was different, but I always found my way to get what I wanted. Mother always fought with me though I didn 't know the reasons of her anger. My siblings teased me for being a carbon copy of my father and becomes the talk of the town. For whatever reason she had, it built grudges within my existence. I always asked why she hated me when I was the only one by her side.
Growing up, I never lived in a steady household. My biological mother moved us around, had different men coming in and out of our lives, endured physical abuse from my biological father, and threatened to end her life countless of times, leaving my siblings to take the reins, and not only take care of the house, but me and themselves as well. None of us had it easy, but being the youngest, and the only one who lived at home until I was eighteen, I seemed to bear the brunt of it all. At such a young age, I began to become less and less happy, no longer enjoying the finer things in life. Due to my emotions plummeting, not only did my opinion on myself began to change, but apparently so did the opinion of others, resulting in a major shift in appearance. As time passed, I received numerous amounts of negative commentary on the change of both my appearance and personality, which did nothing but enhance the self loathe I had for myself, leading to the
I was never physically neglected or abused, had issues with bad behavior, and never really felt different or embarrassed. Although my father had his issues, my mother continuously reminded me about how much she loved me. The only problem that I struggled with was low self-esteem, confidence, and depression. I was always really overwhelmed by the issues in my household and felt so useless when all I wanted to do was make things
I have become more caring and receptive because of my mother My mother has helped me to understand myself, and to develop my characteristics because we have spent the majority of our lives together. One specific example would be in 2015, during an excursion to The Gower Peninsula in Wales, when, over a bonfire, we conversed about my father, and the subject of my conception came up. My mother told me that I was a mistake, because she was worried that she wouldn’t be an adequate mother, and tried abortion. This impacted me considerably, and it has made me live more in the moment because anything can happen, I didn’t feel like I was a mistake, or a failure or any of those labels, but I did realize that my time is limited, and I have to make the most of it. Another example is that during the initial split, my mother lived 5 minutes away from my house, and I would regularly make unscheduled visits to her apartment, and just talk to her. I comforted my mother, and we would talk for many hours. During that time, I hid my feelings behind my humor and
As I got older things got better, my mom got help for her drug problem and I got healthier with the help of my dad and step mother. While living with my father my mom was supposed to come every other weekend to visit me, and many of the times she was scheduled she did not come because she could not afford the gas. This made me upset sometimes because I thought she didn’t want me or she was doing more important things. After being disappointed so many times it made me stronger because I learned not to let other people control my
Moving along with my adolescence years, mine and my mother 's relationship drifted further and further apart. I found myself in my own physically abuse relationship at the age of fourteen till seventeen. When I look at myself, I see so much of my mother and the women she is.
In my high school years I faced great hardship because of the abuse inflicted by mother. She moved me to different high schools throughout my high school career to isolate me from my peers and from teachers. My mother did not want me to have a relationship with anyone outside the family because she did not want me to divulge the abuse I experienced in the past and present to any of my teachers. My freshmen year I left Dalton high after only a few months and was moved to Southeast High School. Then my sophomore year she moved me to Northwest High School. I stayed at Northwest through Junior year of high school. The summer of Junior year my mom withdrew me from attending classes in person at Northwest Whitfield and she had me take classes online and dual enrolled at Dalton State College. Once again she isolated me from my peers and put me in a in a situation where I did not have a support group or any high school teachers around to seek help from. When I trend 18 years old my mother kicked me out of the house because she did not want me anymore.
I never had a father to tell me right from wrong also it caused me to be blind to education. If you know better you do better but in my case I didn’t learn this concept until age eighteen. I went to school at Oxford and transferred to Lafayette so the transition made it easier for me to get into another group or crowd that was no good. As time went by I started to realize how much I was depriving myself from an education. I had a single mom that did her best raising three boys, but sometimes you don’t always live the life you wish you could have. In my life I have learned from a single mom that are no excuses or complains when it comes to family. My mom is the root of growth she is the queen to my kingdom here on earth. I am not perfect I have dealt with many struggles in my life time and because of the struggles I have learned more than I should have for my
I am Alyssa DeLillo. Growing up I have lived a decent life. I was raised in a good household, tried to always keep people happy, and made lots of friends. Up until the age of eight I lived in a small city in California. I had the best parents and grandparents a child could ask for. At a young age though, I lost my father to a heart condition that couldn’t be controlled. At the time of it happening I didn’t understand what was going on but later as I got older my mother explained it to me. For a while, it was all I could think about and it still sits in the back of my thoughts but, I learned to move on and to cope with the sad thoughts. I reminded myself I still had my mom.
Growing up, I have faced many difficult challenges. When I was just five years old, I was taken away from my mother due to her addiction to drugs. My oldest sister, the one that took care of me, was sent to live with her dad hundreds of miles away. That
Back to the point, my mother was never really a kind soul. I never heard a nice word come from her mouth, but on the other hand, I did not have much to go off of considering I barely knew her. She often passed my siblings and I
Growing Lily At age three I said “I love you mommy.” At age seven I said, “Mom, stop kissing my cheek!” At age fifteen I say, “You’re so annoying – I can’t wait to move out!” At age eighteen, I’ll be saying “I miss home.” At age twenty-seven I’ll be saying
When I was five, I I was thirteen when I realized my grandmother was not my mother. I knew she wasn’t biologically my mother, but she would always say, “I am more of a mother to you than your real mother.” No, she wasn’t. She is the reason for many of my psychological issues. That same year, I started living with my mother because my grandmother made the grand decision that I was just a spoiled brat. No, I knew how to defend myself, and if that makes me a brat, then so be it. Since then, my extended family make comments about how bad off I am with my mother. I’m certainly not one hundred percent okay, but I am better than when I lived with my grandmother. I am not sure I will ever be one hundred percent okay, but I will be okay.
However, my parents always understood me. My sister would encourage me to do things that most people would put me down for. I was really good at singing when I was 10 years old. I’ll never forget my older sister always asking me sing for her. As the year progressed, my mother started getting extremely sick. My sister and I never thought anything of it because our mom was always sick. This was simply because she walked to work everyday. She had to walk not because we did not have a vehicle, but it was because my mother could not drive. An accident occurred years before I was even born. My mother’s legs locked up and she crashed. It would take years of physical therapy to recover from it. She also wasn 't supposed to be able to have any