Personal Narrative: The Black Sheep Of My Family

Growing up, I was always the “black sheep” of any group I tried to identify with. I was the “black sheep” of my family – Majority of my family members were Christians, I am an atheist. My immediate family enjoyed Top 40 music (which is fine), but I wanted to branch out; I wanted to learn and enjoy music more than anyone ever did. I was the first person in my family to play an instrument, and later learned two more instruments. The majority of my family members were heterosexuals, there may have been a distant cousin or two that were homosexual. I am bisexual. I have always known my orientation since I was a little girl. Growing up in a small town, that is definitely not “the norm”, and is actually very frowned upon. I switched school from a county school to a very small, semi-private city school in elementary school. I still felt like the “black sheep” for a multitude of reasons, such as my family was poorer than most of the other families at the school. I did not have the “popular” shoes or backpacks; I had what we could afford. As I grew older in middle school, things got exponentially worse in being the “black sheep”. I grew to like different music than what was popular with my peers. …show more content…
They provided me with the support to overcome the nasty slurs and my locker being trashed. There was appropriate punishment for the people who kept breaking into my locker, and I got the mental and emotional support I needed to survive. Some people are not strong enough on their own to survive being tortured by their peers. After I entered high school, things got a lot better. People began to apologize about the bullying. Some people could not even give me an answer about why they made fun of me for liking girls, they just did. “It was different, and different is scary sometimes,” said a person who used to make fun of me. That is the closest thing to an answer I have gotten in all of my