Today was a good day at work. No one was rude to me, no one stabbed me in the back, and I did not get in trouble. I stayed to myself and left people alone. So why am I depressed? Why is there a need for human contact? People tell me all the time to not care what people think. Is that even possible?
I get offended when people walk by me and don't even acknowledge me. And yet, I am too afraid to acknowledge them. I don't want to bother anyone. What can I do about this?
I also feel like I am an annoyance to society. I like to joke and see their response to my jokes. My day gets ruined if they didn't respond the way I wanted them to. I feel they get annoyed and say, "whatever Jesse." And then they probably think, "geeze I wish he would go away." I hate feeling like this. So I leave people alone so I don't bother them. But that also causes depression. Because people stop talking to me and there is that need for human contact.
Even though I tried to not care what people think, there is that need for human contact.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Adopted Child
Let me introduce myself. My name is Jesse Burnell. I was adopted at the age of five. And this is my story.
On December 28, 1979, Theresa Grace gave birth to me and my brother, David. Our names were Adrian and Damon. Little did she know that her crack addiction was going to affect our lives in a negative way. We lived with her for seven months, untill she decided to leave us in a hot car for hours so she can score some crack. My brother and I were screaming our brains out, untill a policeman heard our cries.
We went from foster home to foster home. Before the age of one, we were in seven different homes.
I have no idea how old we were when they decided to place us with Pat and Tom. They were very good foster parents. They were nurturing and loving. I wish I could tell you stories of what it was like living with them, but I was too little. I just know that my brother and I were loved.
Even though my brother and I were loved by Pat and Tom, they couldn't take care of us. I have no idea why. It could be financial issues, or they just did not have the patience, because of our unusual behavior problems caused by our mom's drug addiction while pregnant with us.
Then in 1982, Pat had taken us to a pizza parlor and that's where our real mom saw us. She was the one who raised us and gave up her life for us. Even though we did not grow inside her womb, we grew inside her heart.
David and I have displayed some unusual behavior problems becuase of our drug addicted birth mom. We also have trouble learning. This was the kind of thing our parents had to deal with. We also threw tantrums all the time. And yet, my mom still adopted me calling me her son. She also gave me the name Jesse. This is why people should think before taking drugs.
In conclusion, I have a full time job and I am going back to school and I am very happy.
On December 28, 1979, Theresa Grace gave birth to me and my brother, David. Our names were Adrian and Damon. Little did she know that her crack addiction was going to affect our lives in a negative way. We lived with her for seven months, untill she decided to leave us in a hot car for hours so she can score some crack. My brother and I were screaming our brains out, untill a policeman heard our cries.
We went from foster home to foster home. Before the age of one, we were in seven different homes.
I have no idea how old we were when they decided to place us with Pat and Tom. They were very good foster parents. They were nurturing and loving. I wish I could tell you stories of what it was like living with them, but I was too little. I just know that my brother and I were loved.
Even though my brother and I were loved by Pat and Tom, they couldn't take care of us. I have no idea why. It could be financial issues, or they just did not have the patience, because of our unusual behavior problems caused by our mom's drug addiction while pregnant with us.
Then in 1982, Pat had taken us to a pizza parlor and that's where our real mom saw us. She was the one who raised us and gave up her life for us. Even though we did not grow inside her womb, we grew inside her heart.
David and I have displayed some unusual behavior problems becuase of our drug addicted birth mom. We also have trouble learning. This was the kind of thing our parents had to deal with. We also threw tantrums all the time. And yet, my mom still adopted me calling me her son. She also gave me the name Jesse. This is why people should think before taking drugs.
In conclusion, I have a full time job and I am going back to school and I am very happy.
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