Should I turn in this essay I wrote about how my family has impacted my life (Truthfully)?
Question by burnskee: Should I turn in this essay I wrote about how my family has impacted my life (Truthfully)?
My family has impacted me in many ways. One way they have impacted me is to not trust anyone, not even your loved ones. Once you trust them, there’s always that possibility that they will stab you in the back. My family did that to me. I used to be the smallest child in the family, happy and outgoing. That is, until the adoption.
Now having a baby sister was nice, and I didn’t mind losing the spot as youngest child much, although it did seem that I lost a fair bit of attention. Whatever, right? Wrong. As the years grew on, my parents decided to make another adoption. Two sisters later, I found myself somewhat stuck in the middle, kind of just going with the flow. My sense of importance pretty much faded, but I just went along with it. I drifted away from my parents and based more of my life around my friends.
Years later, my parents comteplate yet another adoption. “They can’t be serious?” I think to myself. Both my eldest brother and I were completely against the adoption. Our opinions had to of mattered, since we were the biological children and all. Nope, they don’t care. Crushed, I felt lost from my family and completely disconnected myself from them, since they’ve brought me so much pain. It’s hard growing up relying on yourself. But, atleast the adoption were finally over with, since it was my mom’s “vision” that it was “Gods will” to have three boys and three girls.
My laughing and eccentricness slowly began to fade away. Crying wasn’t even an option anymore, I was just kind of there. As time grew on I began to find the idea of having my sisters grow on me. I decided to myself that, “Whatever, you can’t change the past, so why not make the best of it?” After forcing happiness on myself, I started to feel comfortable again. My parents opinions no longer really mattered to me. I mean, I had my friends, and my computer, no one is really bothering me. This is kind of nice, right? Then highschool year rolls around. Alchohol and marijuana are introduced. I don’t really fall into it, but my friends seem to be mesmerized by the idea of it. So, I go along with it, having fun little parties and whatnot, but it just doesn’t interest me. Soon it gets to the point where it’s so bad for my friends, that they drink and smoke practically on a daily basis, wanting to drag me into it to. I say no, standing up for myself, so they leave me for other losers.
My family’s gone, my friends are gone, but atleast I still have my computer. Oh my bad, I forgot to mention that the only time my dad talked to me was to tell me that he was disconnecting my computer, just for shits and giggles. Then something unexpected happened. My parents adopt, again(suprise, suprise)! They ask the family on their thoughts of the adoption, and of course I say no, and of course they don’t care. But wait, wasn’t it “Gods will” for my family to have three boys and three girls? What a joke.
I’m invisible by this point. Invisible to my family, invisible to my friends, just invisible. Why stand up for myself when it just brings me down? I lost all confidence in myself, and just pretend to be alright through everyday when really I hate even seeing anyones faces. I had a new motto for myself. “Fake it ’till you make it.” It was perfect. The feelings of disconnection and derealization increased dramatically. The days dragged on slower and slower everyday. Soon I became comfortable with being withdrawn from the world. I was done with my family, done with my friends, and(thank God) done with the adoptions. Done with the adoptions? Not quite. They aren’t satisfied. They want to “help” the world more and I’m such a great child for allowing these girls into my life. Oh wait, that’s right, I stopped “allowing” after the second adoption, but like that matters to them.
This time around, we went to counseling to discuss the whole idea on a FIFTH adoption. Ready to get my heart ripped out once again, I go into the counseling room. My older brother and I were against it again, but I hardly had the confidence to utter out the words no, so I always would beat around the bush. Finally, I got it out. I said no, and my parents actually cared about my opinion! That is, until we got out of the counseling room, and they adopt anyways. Yup, five children, placed unwantingly into my life. Now not only did I feel disconnected, but I also hated everything. I hated my parents, I hated my sisters, and I hated my school. Soon, my anger began to fade, but with it all my other emotions too. I no longer hated. I no longer loved. I no longer felt. This is who I am, and who my parents have made me. Through all it I have learned one life lesson, though. Don’t trust anyone. And that is how my family has impacted my life.
Best answer:
Answer by Michelle
if youre trying to go for a un-formal report its actually quite good!!!!
if youre trying for a formal report…. its too… un-formal haha if you get what i mean.
oh an btw. its good you didnt do drugs. youll be thankful later on in life when all your friends turn into those shrivlled old people at the age of 25.
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