Girls Home

Girls Home

  • Submitted By: wandaparham
  • Date Submitted: 11/24/2008 9:13 AM
  • Category: English
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Living in a Girl’s Home

My story begins when I was admitted to the hospital because I tried to commit suicide. I had broken up with my boyfriend, and I couldn’t handle the break-up. I had lacerations on my arms and legs, but the bleeding was not so profound to where I needed immediate care. I used a dull razor blade to cut myself with. I’m sitting at the desk and the lady is asking me my name, how old I am, and where I live. Then she needs me to sign the admittance forms. Well, my hand is trembling so badly that I have to use my left hand to hold my right hand to sign my name.
While, I was in the hospital my doctor told me I had a disease. It is called Graves’ disease after Robert Graves, a physician who was the first to describe this condition. Graves' disease is one of the most common of all thyroid problems. Doctors suspected that severe emotional stress, such as the death of a loved one, can set off Graves’s disease in some patients. I stayed in the hospital for about a week to receive radiation treatments, and I had medication to take everyday for the rest of my life.
During that time, I was informed I would be going to reside at a girl’s home. I had to live at the girl’s home because I was an out of control teenager. I stayed out all night; sometimes I did not come home. I was unhappy because my mother was an alcoholic and all through high school I had to come home everyday and clean her up. She was always screaming at me about how I would never accomplish anything, so coming home was difficult for me. I smoked marijuana everyday to escape my mother’s anger. She gave me no support and told me constantly I would never achieve anything. The year before, I was in a car accident with my Aunt Sandy and her husband and two children. My cousin Tony and I we were thrown from the car, everyone else died, even my Aunt Sandy’s unborn child. At this point, everything just came to a head and I exploded.
I went home to pack my belongings. My...

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