Adversity In My Life
In 1999, a woman named Christy went to a party. She was charmed by a man named Richard. One thing lead to another and they made me.
She didn’t know about me until she went into labor 9 months later. She was scared. She hated the thought of giving me up, but she knew that her father would never willingly invite me into his house (where she still lived). He was extremely racist against African Americans.
A few hours before I was born, she decided that she just couldn’t take care of a child in her current state. So, she gave me up to a Christian adoption agency in Charlotte, North Carolina.
2 weeks later on August 11th, 2000 (my grandpa’s birthday), I was adopted into the Ashcraft family. (He always said I was his favorite birthday present.) …show more content…
I’ve tried everything I could think of throughout the years to change my situation. When I was really little, I used to follow my parents everywhere just to try and get closer to them. That drove them crazy. So, I often got sent to my room. Later in life, I spent the majority of my time alone in my room. But that also frustrated them.
If feels like I can’t do anything right. I feel I am a failure with them and to them. So, in the past few years, I have stopped trying so hard. I know I will never gain their approval so, I have given up.
When I was 13, my parents told me we were moving 5 hours away from the only place I had ever known. Away from my family, friends, church, and house. I was devastated. I hated them. I thought that nothing in the world could be worse than having to leave everything, especially my grandparents.
Despite my feelings of contempt, we moved. And it was horrible. I had no one in my life. I had to start high school not knowing anyone. No one talked to me and I wasn’t eager to talk to them either.
For two years, things went on this way. I had no friends and I felt like my family didn’t like me. So, I was alone. Completely and utterly alone. I hated my
She didn’t know about me until she went into labor 9 months later. She was scared. She hated the thought of giving me up, but she knew that her father would never willingly invite me into his house (where she still lived). He was extremely racist against African Americans.
A few hours before I was born, she decided that she just couldn’t take care of a child in her current state. So, she gave me up to a Christian adoption agency in Charlotte, North Carolina.
2 weeks later on August 11th, 2000 (my grandpa’s birthday), I was adopted into the Ashcraft family. (He always said I was his favorite birthday present.) …show more content…
I’ve tried everything I could think of throughout the years to change my situation. When I was really little, I used to follow my parents everywhere just to try and get closer to them. That drove them crazy. So, I often got sent to my room. Later in life, I spent the majority of my time alone in my room. But that also frustrated them.
If feels like I can’t do anything right. I feel I am a failure with them and to them. So, in the past few years, I have stopped trying so hard. I know I will never gain their approval so, I have given up.
When I was 13, my parents told me we were moving 5 hours away from the only place I had ever known. Away from my family, friends, church, and house. I was devastated. I hated them. I thought that nothing in the world could be worse than having to leave everything, especially my grandparents.
Despite my feelings of contempt, we moved. And it was horrible. I had no one in my life. I had to start high school not knowing anyone. No one talked to me and I wasn’t eager to talk to them either.
For two years, things went on this way. I had no friends and I felt like my family didn’t like me. So, I was alone. Completely and utterly alone. I hated my