Addiction Essay

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Addiction is a disease far too many do not truly understand. It is horrible, especially for the ones who; are affected by parents of addiction, or have children who suffer addiction. When I was two years old, my father had left home and my mother was alone in raising three children. Addiction affected my father since an early age and was the main reason I saw little of him throughout my earlier years. He faced jail sentences which sometimes would require him to miss my birthdays and most holidays. Most of my life my father had not affected my life, as it was my mother who had left a more lasting effect. My mother, had also faced a huge battle with addiction, as she had suffered from alcoholism. My home life was not that of a typical kid. …show more content…
My memory holds this event so tightly as it was perhaps the scariest day of my life. Upon arrival in the front office, I was greeted by a woman named Katherine. I remembered her name to this day, though I had seen many other social workers from her. She told me that everything was alright and that she just was trying to help me be the happiest little boy I can be. She asked me how much my mother drank daily. I quickly answered “not to much.” My heart instantly dropped. I was scared that if I told her the truth my secret life would get out and I would soon be separated from my whole family. She asked me many other questions that made me extremely nervous, which in turn, I answered nervously. She again assured me that everything was going to be okay and I was on my way. My mind was racing with thoughts. I kept thinking “I wonder if anyone saw me talking to her” and, “my secret is out.” Up until that point I felt as though I did a good job keeping two separate lives. Never inviting people over and never making any close friends as that would surely lead to trouble. I began to panic as the one shred of peace I had would soon coincide with my dark …show more content…
Being the naive middle schooler, I was, I thought that addiction came to those who do not have a proper education. I decided to put my academics on the highest accord. I had to excel in order to achieve a life of prosperity. Me and my younger brother both followed this belief. My brother always found school to be fairly easy and had no problem in advanced classes. My experience was not quite the same. I had been placed in special education classes which took a toll on my self confidence. I found it difficult to have any sort of comprehension of reading or writing. My home life hardly created an environment that influenced proper study habits. I had to think about where my next meal would come from not when I would fit in the time to practice my vocabulary. I found a way to work with my teacher one hour after school each day to improve my skills. I began to work furiously with the goal to no longer need an independent education program. I took higher level classes and did not use any of the “features” of my IEP. Upon entrance of my freshman year I was placed in a advanced English class and was no longer deemed eligible for an IEP. My life at home made it mandatory for me to achieve higher education and create a life full of

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