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In July 2001, I finally found the balls to stand up to my abusive father and he moved out of the house. Throughout my junior year of high school, I battled threats of abduction, ridicule from classmates, and a mother focused on her own health issues. My former 4.3 GPA plummeted as I failed all my classes. I only graduated high school because I switched to independent study for my last year.
I started taking community college classes and was accepted as a transfer student at Suffolk University (Boston) as a History major. I attended orientation. However, my mom's Multiple Sclerosis progressed to the point where she needed a caregiver, but couldn't afford one. So, in September 2005, I put off my college plans and became her caregiver. With no time for a job, I needed financial help, so I called my father. He acted like a changed man for a month before he reverted to his old habits, which threw me into a deep depression. I went from a healthy, happy 115 pound (5'2) person to 260 pound mass hiding in bed when not helping my mom.
Fast forward to June 2008. I visit a psychiatrist and sever ties with my father. My outlook on life slowly starts to change with the help of therapy and medication, I start eating healthy and losing weight. My mom's MS is at the point where I can no longer provide the care she needs, so we decided a Skilled Nursing Facility is best. After researching, I found a nice place in Denver familiar with MS patients. My mom and the home health helpers highly suggested move to the same state. My mom also suggested I change my major to an animal-related field because I enjoy volunteering with rescues. My mom found a school in Denver with a BA in animal technology, so I just settled on that one. We're hoping to move in October.
However, the closer I get to being on my own, the more I don't like the path in which my life is heading. I love animals, I adore my dog, and really do like volunteering, but I'm not keen on making in a career. My passion is politics, history, and anthropology. I like DC, New York, and Boston. But, how does a 24 year old with no job experience, unless you count caring for my mother, tackle something so huge? How do I pay for a place to live? Food? Education? With no family or friends, it often feels like I'm screaming for help at the top of my lungs without anybody for miles.
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