My story
Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 3:21 am
I was born shy. Painfully shy.
I aways had one friend in school up until 6th grade when she decided to get a "boyfriend".
I began spending most of my time at home and my uncle began showering me with gifts, taking me places...after he would molest me.
It took a few years before I told my parents and started counseling and meds right away. I was diagnosed with PTSD, depression and anxiety.
I began homeschooling since I was having bullying issues at school too.
By senior year, things were looking up.
I went on to attend college and loved it. I graduated with a bachelor of science in business and a 3.8 GPA.
However, midway through college..I found out my mom was having an affair and she forbid me from telling my dad.
After college, I was having a tough time finding a job and hiding the affair from my dad was getting even tougher.
One day my mom just left and filed for divorce.
I still didn't tell him the truth because within two weeks he became very ill.
He was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis and was losing a lot of blood to the point that he had to stop working.
I began taking care of him full time.
During one of his hospital stays, he had a heart attack and was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure and a week later the shingles.
He was in and out of the hospital constantly for 7 months.
One night I decided to see a movie with a friend and didn't stay with him.
The next morning I received a call that he was being life flighted to a different hospital and was intubated.
I rushed to that hospital and he was very medicated and hooked up to many tubes.
He was there for weeks upon weeks. His kidneys failed so he began dialysis the his liver failed. They couldn't keep his blood pressure up and he was on full life support due to septic shock.
I prayed and prayed for a miracle.
One night I just knew that he wasn't going to make it.
The next day the nurses and doctors had a meeting with me and asked that I make a decision. I asked the doctor to remove the life support as long as he would assure me that he would die painlessly. My older brother could not stand to be there so I held my dad until he passed away.
Once the funeral rolled around, his family members began appearing out of the woodwork and asking for money. While they were easy to ignore. My mom was not. She wanted the entire life insurance policy or she threatened to sue me. We came to an agreement that she could have 60% and 20% for me and 20% for my brother.
She is now happily engaged to a different guy than the one she was having an affair with. Our relationship is improving but it'll never be the same.
Since my dad's death my depression has gotten so much worse. I cry daily at the drop of a hat.
I see a great therapist and am on a few meds but I feel so hopeless every day.
I have lost two jobs in the past year and feel like a complete failure. Applying for disability is not an option for me because I would end up homeless. Also I want to work..but in an environment that I can tolerate. Unfortunately, it takes one year to receive FMLA so missing days for depression is out of the question.
As for the bright spots on my life: I have a boyfriend that I live with, a cockapoo that my dad and I adopted together (he's 13 now). When I have the motivation I like to go coupon at the grocery store or see a movie.
I aways had one friend in school up until 6th grade when she decided to get a "boyfriend".
I began spending most of my time at home and my uncle began showering me with gifts, taking me places...after he would molest me.
It took a few years before I told my parents and started counseling and meds right away. I was diagnosed with PTSD, depression and anxiety.
I began homeschooling since I was having bullying issues at school too.
By senior year, things were looking up.
I went on to attend college and loved it. I graduated with a bachelor of science in business and a 3.8 GPA.
However, midway through college..I found out my mom was having an affair and she forbid me from telling my dad.
After college, I was having a tough time finding a job and hiding the affair from my dad was getting even tougher.
One day my mom just left and filed for divorce.
I still didn't tell him the truth because within two weeks he became very ill.
He was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis and was losing a lot of blood to the point that he had to stop working.
I began taking care of him full time.
During one of his hospital stays, he had a heart attack and was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure and a week later the shingles.
He was in and out of the hospital constantly for 7 months.
One night I decided to see a movie with a friend and didn't stay with him.
The next morning I received a call that he was being life flighted to a different hospital and was intubated.
I rushed to that hospital and he was very medicated and hooked up to many tubes.
He was there for weeks upon weeks. His kidneys failed so he began dialysis the his liver failed. They couldn't keep his blood pressure up and he was on full life support due to septic shock.
I prayed and prayed for a miracle.
One night I just knew that he wasn't going to make it.
The next day the nurses and doctors had a meeting with me and asked that I make a decision. I asked the doctor to remove the life support as long as he would assure me that he would die painlessly. My older brother could not stand to be there so I held my dad until he passed away.
Once the funeral rolled around, his family members began appearing out of the woodwork and asking for money. While they were easy to ignore. My mom was not. She wanted the entire life insurance policy or she threatened to sue me. We came to an agreement that she could have 60% and 20% for me and 20% for my brother.
She is now happily engaged to a different guy than the one she was having an affair with. Our relationship is improving but it'll never be the same.
Since my dad's death my depression has gotten so much worse. I cry daily at the drop of a hat.
I see a great therapist and am on a few meds but I feel so hopeless every day.
I have lost two jobs in the past year and feel like a complete failure. Applying for disability is not an option for me because I would end up homeless. Also I want to work..but in an environment that I can tolerate. Unfortunately, it takes one year to receive FMLA so missing days for depression is out of the question.
As for the bright spots on my life: I have a boyfriend that I live with, a cockapoo that my dad and I adopted together (he's 13 now). When I have the motivation I like to go coupon at the grocery store or see a movie.