I am 17. I am older than my mom was when she was dropped off at a frat party by her mother.
Her mother, being the good person she was, decided to send her something for with something for the buffet. Most people go to party’s with chips or soda. At 14 years old, my mother was dropped off at a college party with a bottle of peppermint schnapps, a large bag of weed, enough cocaine to kill a horse, and a box of condoms. She was raped and beaten. I am the product of that night.
I am hated. Loathed. She wanted to abort me but it would have been dangerous. She still drinks all the time but hasn’t shot up in a good ten years. There is a plan set up for me to adopt all 4 of my younger siblings after I turn 18. My one goal in life was to never end up like my mom.
I can remember watching a man get stabbed in the thigh for not being able to pay all of his debt to the drug lord. I remember seeing a woman in a cage. And I remember being locked out of my home by my moms boyfriend and drug dealer. I never went to school, often walked around the city alone, didn’t change clothes, bathe, or brush my hair. I was 5 years old and I had more freedom then than I do now. I do not remember a whole lot about that time. I have forgotten it. I developed Dissociative Personality Disorder. Otherwise knows as multiple personalities.
I resent my mother. My grandparents got custody when I was 12 years old. They couldn’t get my 2 youngest sisters away from my mom. That’s because she is technically clean right now. But she is still finding ways around it. After living with my grandparents for a while, I moved back in with her. I was there for 7 months. I tried to kill myself. I hated life. She told me that if I loved her I would stay. She told me that she was only clean because I was there. For my own mental health I had to go back to my grandparents home. I resent my mother. And I hate drugs. Screw heroin. It took my mom and my life from me.
– Anonymous, Student