Thursday, February 27, 2014

Homework Thief (crazy adopted siblings)

Ever had someone steal your homework? Why would anyone steal homework anyway? It's a piece of paper! Yeah, so it has some value if you are a cheater. But seriously? Life is life and it could have been worse. For example, it could have been a chase that got to my backpack and doped it in the river. Then I would have to replace a tablet, math book, calculator, and redo three months' worth of work.
Chase won't leave me alone and I am trying to concentrate on this post thinking of Chase. He just came into the office and complained about having to go to the school meeting with me tonight. Then he tried to pull the chair away from me as I sat down and he is insisting on reading a stupid book out loud just for the annoyance factor... HE WON'T SHUT HIS MOUTH! 
None the less life could be worse. 

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Saturday, February 15, 2014

Fear and Learning Disabilities

I've been thinking about those days that I have when fear is locking eyes with me paralyzing my soul with its effects. Sometimes I ask myself why I get up out of the mud puddle I have fallen into if I know I will fall into it again. I wonder if trying again is relay worth it. School for me has taken so much more effort and time than everyone else my grade. I know I have potential and I have big ambitions, but can I relay get there in the end? Everyday I fight a battle with words, letters, numbers, symbols, spelling, reading and everything lingual. Despite this I have amazing creativity and love writing down new ideas. So is trying so hard in the face of failure worth it? Absolutely! I wouldn't trade my challenges for anything because of the life lessons I have learned through them. If you aren't failing you aren't learning! It's a natural part of life!

Every hero has a weakness in a sea of strengths. Every person has a weakness and no one is perfect. Most days I am embarrassed by failure and how different our family is. The hardest thing about living with adopted siblings is that most people just don't understand. It's hard to conceal the facts about life when it's you'r everyday. I still wouldn't reverse time and not have brothers even if I could. It's been a long test of patients. I've learned that sometimes you just have to accept the fact that you're different and that's what makes you who you are.

There are so many people out there that need to hear my story because it's the  real everyday life that no one sees in adoption. I encourage you to help share my story.

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Friday, February 14, 2014

Life with adopted siblings from a Teenager's view

I am fifteen years old and this is my story. Life as a teen can be challenging but it can also be very rewarding as you step out of your shell and take off on your road of life. If you never try to move forward you will never know where you could have gone to.
My story began as an only child until I was eight years old. My family had begun the adoption process five years previously before we finally went to Ukraine to adopt my brothers Landon and Chase. Landon is two years younger than me and in seventh grade. Chase is nine and in third grade. The two of them can be quite the handful in our family of five.
They both have R.A.D.(Reactive Attachment Disorder), A.D.H.D. ( Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), and P.T.S.D.(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ) Landon also has mild Serial Palsy in his left leg. He can walk but he slides his foot around and totally destroyed a pair of shews in less than six weeks.

It's hard to find people who understand the things I see day to day. Landon and Chase have forever changed the way of life for us. Days range from semi calm to down right war zones. I don't relay honestly know what "normal" is anymore. Normal to me is who did what and why when something is missing or unorganized (which can happen multiple times a day). I have to put my spending and savings in a safe that locks to keep the little fast finger impulses from taking my money and snacks. Their is alarms on almost all the doors in the house also intended to keep them in or out of a room. The alarms drive me insane especially when they are confined to their bedroom for a while during a rage. Now I am not talking about a fit of a two year old, but an all out rage of overpowering anger that often results in screaming at the top of the lungs, slamming doors incessantly that are alarmed just for the annoyance factor, biting, kicking, destroying walls or anything in sight, verbal threats and the list goes on. This is my normal.