My mother; devastated she gave birth to a ¾ Cherokee Indian baby and refused to nurture me as an infant. At the age of 5 months my grandmother from Cincinnati, unofficially adopted me from my mother in Swannanoa, North Carolina due to alleged gross abuse and sexual misconduct. This was a fortunate tragedy for me due to the novelty of having a Cherokee baby in Ohio and my grandmother mothered me as her own. Being a unique baby helped family and strangers fall in love with my dark skin and unusual eyes, but this unfortunately passed.
When I reached 5 years, school began and so did the devious behavior of those around me. The shade of my skin was insulting to children and they bully me about who I am and my hair color and the fact it was curly even instigated …show more content…
The situation I endured from staying with my Aunt and Uncle that year uncovered a sex trafficking cult that exploded in the media once I broke my silence. A few years later I dropped out in 9th grade with the principle chasing me down the hallway begging me to stay, but I had hoped to serve in the United States Marines with my Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery score above average for females in Ohio. I found a glass ceiling with every attempt to join the military. The Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery score did not help me at all and the criteria for joining the core changed with every new task the recruiter implemented on me. Appeared he was setting me up for failure repeatedly.
With my military dream shattered, I joined the work force and grudged my way through life. Under my belt is 2 failed marriages and 4 amazing children. I assimilated slowly and did not choose this path rather it chose me. Here I am a 47-year-old college student with ambitions to be a Forensic Pathologist or close as I can
When I reached 5 years, school began and so did the devious behavior of those around me. The shade of my skin was insulting to children and they bully me about who I am and my hair color and the fact it was curly even instigated …show more content…
The situation I endured from staying with my Aunt and Uncle that year uncovered a sex trafficking cult that exploded in the media once I broke my silence. A few years later I dropped out in 9th grade with the principle chasing me down the hallway begging me to stay, but I had hoped to serve in the United States Marines with my Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery score above average for females in Ohio. I found a glass ceiling with every attempt to join the military. The Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery score did not help me at all and the criteria for joining the core changed with every new task the recruiter implemented on me. Appeared he was setting me up for failure repeatedly.
With my military dream shattered, I joined the work force and grudged my way through life. Under my belt is 2 failed marriages and 4 amazing children. I assimilated slowly and did not choose this path rather it chose me. Here I am a 47-year-old college student with ambitions to be a Forensic Pathologist or close as I can