Welcome To My Life. Why do I hate myself? Hmmm, let’s start from the beginning shall we? My

There was a party that Saturday. I needed to go to the library to get a head on homework before I went out. I turned the corner as he turned the corner. I stumbled backwards, he caught my elbow, and before I knew it, I was falling for him, I guess. He said he'd be at the party and hoped to see me there. I just smiled my shy smile, said something silly, I'm sure, and continued on my way. Did he notice the blemish on my forehead? I don't know. I never asked.

Have you ever been in foster care? Foster care is very hectic. It will eventually get better once you are adopted, but if you don’t like who you are getting adopted by then it’s not ok. When I was in foster care I was staying with this one family. They were nice but they had 3 other foster kids that they were taking care of also. I was in foster care for about a half a year. It wasn’t the best feeling not being around people I love and knew. I eventually got somewhat comfortable around my foster parents but it was still not the same as being around my family.

Opening the adoption and getting in contact with her had caused so much pain to my siblings. My sister would cry at night because she did not understand why her biological mother did not love her enough to chose a clean lifestyle. My sister deals with separation issues now. She cries and gets nervous whenever my mother tries to leave--even just to get groceries. My brother handled it a bit better than my sister since he was younger and did not quite understand what was going on. Allowing Beth into our lives brought issues into my family should not exist. My siblings should not know what drugs are at their young age. They should not have had to deal with her lifestyle. We adopted them to give them the opportunity to a fulfilling life. Opening the adoption only hurt them.

"You're going to have a sister!" my parents told me this morning, which was not what I was expecting when they said they wanted to talk to me. I never asked for nor wanted a sister; she won't even be my biological sister because my parents wanted to adopt. "Come on, Jane. Your friend Nicole's parents adopted, and their son's personality is as bright as the sun! They're a very happy family." I'm going to be miserable, and the worst part is that we're going to the adoption center tomorrow first thing in the morning.

Whenever we told the state of Florida that we were moving states, they immediately said they were going to start the adoption process. It took them maybe a month to get everything finalized so we could move and bring her with us. The state and my parents both asked me if I was okay with it. Because I was the youngest of all my siblings and probably the most spoiled, I was not. I wasn’t that fond of her but still felt she needed a good home, so I had told them I was okay with

My friends were cracking up because they knew these females loved to talk but we were always about action. We all knew what was going to take place after school without even saying it. It was now time for us to split up and go to our next class. We would see each other later in the day at lunch so this wasn’t a big deal. As I head down the hallway and make my way to the second floor I hear a loud Yo! coming from the opposite end of the hallway. By this time I was thinking the hallway was empty because I was a minute late for class just because I took the long way there. I turned around to see who was making the noise. It was one of the boys that wasn’t even supposed to be on our floor. He was a junior and I was a freshman so we were always separated by floors. I kept walking because my name wasn’t yo so he couldn’t have been talking to me. He ran up behind me and grabbed me by my waist. I resisted and turned to him and said; “Why are you touching me Tank?” He stared at me and started laughing. I looked at him and said; “What’s funny?’’ He said in his deep raspy voice , “You acting like I can’t touch you.” I said to him “You can’t I don’t know you like that for you to be touching on me and grabbing me.” I turned away from him and continued on my way to class. Half way down the hallway I see a group of boys who looked like they didn’t belong. As I got

It’s been a few weeks and it’s finally that day, it’s adoption day. We arrive at court all cheered up for this to finally be official. Before we walk into the room the judge says something to the foster parents and when they told me and my brother, I ran out of court and cried. They had said that on my birth certificate there was a different name for father, meaning I couldn’t get adopted. I told my brother to get adopted anyways I just wanted to know he was safe. I walked back in the courtroom with a smile on my face but i was dying on the inside.

In 1992, a woman gave birth to my sister and I. Due to unknown reasons, at some point during the first year, she left her twins at the doorsteps of a local police station. My sister and I were eventually placed in an orphanage in Addis Ababa, where we would then go on to be adopted and brought to the US. We grew up in a loving home with loving parents, and all of our needs met. Our childhood was ideal in many ways and I grew feeling up very blessed. Our adopted mother loved us so deeply, and our father was always a provider, stable, loving father.

My sister and I have been complete opposites our whole lives. She sought attention in every possible way, I avoided it. she took off to Colorado

Little did I know Social Services had already taken my siblings. I was the last one to leave, I saw my mother crying. I can only assume she was crying because she was losing all of her children. She walked over to me and told me “Don’t ever forget that I love you, and will always love you.” Ten to fifteen minutes later a Social Services worker had arrived to take me to my foster bed. A foster bed is just the temporary home before my actual foster home. Two weeks later I was taken to the Social Services building where I was going to meet my foster parents. To my surprise both of my older sisters were there. I was told that we were all going to be with the same foster

The only child of an abusive, alcoholic father and a totally self-absorbed mother who never taught her any of the basics of being a strong, independent woman. My mother never finished

At the age of six I was officially adopted by the Henry family. My name was changed, my history was left behind. Not only was my history left behind, however, so where my siblings. My parents were not able to adopt us all, causing all of to have to split up. This is one of the most traumatic moments in my life. I still remember being pried from my little brother’s arms, one of the most traumatic events in my life. I would have to say I was going through Identity versus role confusion at this time. Being adopted, for a long time, meant to me that I did not belong. I did not know who my brothers and sisters were. I also didn’t know my mother and father, which caused an emotional hit on me. This caused me to feel like I didn’t have an identity. I was confused and was unsure of how to deal with the stress that was being thrown at me.

My mother had my older sister Jessica when she was 18, with a different man from the father of both me and my little sister. Jessica is 9 and a half years older than I, and 12 years older than my younger sister, Sydney. I never

When my mom went to court, she was taking him so my dad can give his rights to my step-dad. The reason she decided for him to be on my birth certificate was because he did care about us, he wanted the best for us, and he was better than my birth dad. My dad wouldn’t pay child support because he cared more about him using the money and because of his wife. So when my dad got the letter about this was going to happen, at first he was mad and didn’t want to sign the paper and didn’t think this was a good idea. Less than 3 weeks the process was over. I remember when my mom asked us if we wanted this process of adoption to happen or if we wanted everything to stay the same with the visitation with my dad. But me and my brother said that we would go with adoption and we did.

It was New Year’s Eve, about fifty degrees outside, loud noise carried through the streets and echoed in the alley ways. There were parties on every block. That night, I had plans to go on a date with my crush from grammar school. So many things were going through my mind. What should I wear? How much make-up should I put on? How should I wear my hair? I was a nervous wreck. I was scared he was not going to like me, so I wanted to make sure my appearance was beautiful. He called later that night to cancel our date and said that he wanted to go to his