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.