Teenage years
I Regret Seeing This... I Was 8 Years Old I Was Lying Under the Bed and I Saw Everything
Because of this certainty about my parents' love for me, I grew up believing that they would always be there for me, too. How well do you know your parents? I know many of you feel the same way about your parents. When you're not around, have you ever noticed how they act differently? On my ninth birthday, I learned the truth about my father. Before that, my father was my idol. Despite the fact that he was away at work most of the time, he remained the role model I most admired. This meant that my mother was almost always the one who disciplined or punished me during our time together. Despite the fact that my father wasn't always present, I felt more at ease when he was. Even though he was too tired to engage in conversation or play with me, he was still the more entertaining parent in my book. My parents would throw me huge birthday parties for my 9th birthday every year because he would buy me whatever I wanted. In addition to a bounce house, my parents had hired a magician, and they made sure to invite nearly all of my childhood friends. I was there, and I remember it well. I hadn't seen Roger in well over a year when I last saw him. After third grade, he moved to a different school district and we lost touch. Because we'd been hanging out a few times since, we decided it was best to meet at his place rather than mine. When Roger's mother opened the door, she made me feel unwelcome. I got a blank stare from her before she yelled for Roger and stomped away. Although Roger didn't act out of character, I had the distinct impression that she was keeping tabs on me the entire time I was there. I simply could not have done it. Is there any fun to be had at all? As a nine-year-old, I was terrified of her because she was so tall and always wore a scowl. I dropped a plate by accident because I was nervous to be around her. She was ecstatic to have a reason to be angry with me and yelled for the rest of my time there. He could tell I was upset when I told him what happened when he picked me up from Rogers. He laughed and remarked that Roger's mother must have been a savage individual. In the years that followed, she had no interest in dating Roger or me because of her feelings for me.
By Dwayne nembhard4 years ago in Confessions
Single? No Problem!
Loneliness is often seen in an unfavorable light and is associated with severe cases. Men and women can find themselves through the fact that the partnership has ended according to their needs. Or maybe a man or woman may want a lover, yet they struggle to find the right person. Being the only one alone in a social circle can feel uncomfortable, especially in old age. This can sometimes be stigmatized and many people feel they are being judged because of their situation.
By Eful4 years ago in Confessions
When I Was the One
"True love." Some people don't believe in it. What are your thoughts on it? Others may have their own definition of it. I assume you imagine true love as a lovely path where problems rarely arise if any at all. Or even someone that loves you back forever. Mine felt one-sided. I met a certain boy for the first time when he was 12 and I was 13. This one boy changed everything for me. This includes my perspective and my views.
By Tiffany Pham4 years ago in Confessions
Two Peas In a Pod
Dear Anna, We have gone through a lot the past year, even though we struggled, we were able to make it through. Now, I wanted to write this in hopes that you can see how appreciative I am of you. Growing up we did not always get along, we always fought and hated each other. Nonetheless, as time passed, we slowly started getting close, and now we are inseparable. I may not be totally sure how we became this close, however, I do know that it made us gain trust in each other.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Confessions
I Was Raped...
I was constantly forced to relive every single violent moment as a memory of what happened to me. Remembering how time had frozen like the lake in the camping trail. The blackness of intrusive eyes burning through mine into the base of my skull. Sweaty, slimy hands, long fingers and nails, grabbing and groping at my helpless flesh. No amount of showering and bathing could help me erase the disgusting stench of my skin. The grimy, clammy hands that violated my body could still be felt upon my skin and the nightmares that followed would not let me forget.
By Carlicia4 years ago in Confessions
Does This Mean I'm Crazy?
Before you start reading this, I'm going to warn you. This passage is dark and I'm not sure if you'll like it. I needed to share it though. It's something I struggle with every day and while it's probably not the healthiest thing, I've learned to live with it. Now I'm here to share my feelings with you, but if you feel uncomfortable reading about self mutilation or about the mind of a crazy person, I'd suggest you go find something more light-hearted.
By Kay-Cee Ballejos4 years ago in Confessions
Will I ever be someone's Valentine?. Top Story - February 2022.
Longing for what others had When I was in the 4th grade a girl in my class received a box of Valentine's candy from a 5th-grade boy. She was about to turn 12 was fully developed and more mature than the rest of us 9 and 10-year-olds so it seemed appropriate that she was the one. She had breasts, wore a bra and had hair underneath her arms and I saw her as the image of what would befall the rest of us in a few years.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
I Died at 17. Top Story - February 2022.
I was 17 and had no personality. I had let go of my dream of being a fine artist, so I could avoid being labeled “the kid who can draw.” I hid my music taste because I didn’t think mainstream pop music was "cool enough" for coming-of-age Black-American teens like me. I also allowed the identity of being an identical twin define me.
By keenan xen4 years ago in Confessions
