Hello. I am 15 years old, and I have never met my dad- not my real one anyways. I have a verbally abusive step-dad, and a mother who doesn’t understand what I have been going through.
I am the oldest child of 3, and I have depression.
You may be saying, “well duh, you’re 15” and all the “all teenagers are” but let me tell you that I used to be a happy kid. I was outdoorsy, and social. Now I am a selective mute who hates the outdoors. Actually, I love the outdoors- just not the things in it- if that makes any sense.
I am an animal lover who owns 4 pet rats, a cat and hopes to own a chinchilla shortly. I love allowing them to climb on my shoulders, though it takes a lot of trust to let them do that, so patience is key.
School is school. I’m not smart, but nor am I not smart. I soar at a subject or two, just the other few I am sucking at. I’m sure I could do better if my mother could help me without yelling at me, or I was able to speak to people without freaking out.
It’s life, I’ve learned to cope. After all, just 2 more years and I’ll be out of my family’s hair and out on my own.
Thanks for those who read this.
Oct. 21st 2015