Divorce Definition

When I was a Freshman in highschool I was a straight B student and a cheerleader with a lot of friends and at home I had a loving family that wanted to see me succeed. I was so happy and carefree, the perfect life for a young teenager. You would never expect that I come from a divorced and remarried home. Cheerleading was one of my favorite sports; however, it took its toll on my knees due to the lifting of other cheerleaders for stunts. Because of that I had to see the Orthopedic Surgeon to have an exam performed to see if I would need surgery. When the doctors work was done we headed to the front counter to check out and because of my parents divorce we used the insurance of my biological father; however, it was this day that we …show more content…
In a state of panic I began asking every question off the top of my head, “Is everyone safe?”, “What was going on?” During my panic she did not speak infact she began to quietly sob. My mother took the phone from my hand and tried to talk to her in a soothing voice. It seemed like an eternity before she put the phone on her nightstand. She then had me sit on the couch, she sat next to me and she recounted the conversation between mothers. She began to explain that my biological father began to have symptoms of PTSD. In hopes of making him better they thought it would be in the best interest to send him to a mental hospital. As a result of this he had to quit work and his insurance was cancelled, thus explaining the response we received at the Doctor’s …show more content…
I walked to my bed and began to process the events and conversation my mother and I had only moments prior. I pulled my laptop over and began to research the essence of this mental disorder. While conducting my research I stumbled across the topic of hereditary diseases. In the summary it stated that there is a high possibility that disorders of that magnitude could be passed down through the DNA of your children. As I read those words my stomach did a nosedive. Though I was not worried for myself my concerns fell onto my little sister. She was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) when she was very young. Even though my sister is perfectly fine a lingering voice in my head made me question if she really was okay. This news affected me everyday and made me very anxious every time anyone brought up the subject. I still remember one day while in class I started bawling for no reason. Although my guidance counselors tried to help nothing