Teen Stories

I started to use drug when i was 12 the first thing I used was weed for 3 years and than it turned to acid, then pills and almost overdosing 3 times. What I took was over the counter pills like Tylenol, Advil etc than when I was 15 I went to drug counseling for 8 months than I completed it. Then I went back into drug and alcohol counseling for the second time in there. Then right after that I was in a rehab for a month, working on getting sober. When I got out I started going to a.a and n.a meetings, went there, got a sponsor and now i’m 6 months sober and still staying sober.

It’s really hard to talk to anyone about something that’s happening in your life. There are still plenty of stuff I need to talk to a trusted adult with, but I can’t bring up the courage or bravery to do so. The very first time I had smoked a cigarette was around the age 8-10. I was a little kid, and didn’t know what would happen, or how it could harm me in such a horrible way. And it’s not even my fault I had smoked it. My mom’s ex-boyfriend’s mom was baby sitting me and my little brother. I don’t remember what we had done to make her angry, but we had done something. She put us each in a different corner to make us behave. Only 5 minutes had passed by and she told us to come over to her. She smoked a lot, I don’t know what she smoked but she smoked a ton. She had a cigarette in her hand and she told us to try it. She gave it to me first and I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t know what it was. She told me to put it to my mouth so I did. I did what she told me because I was scared. I was scared she was going to hit me or yell at me again. I put the cigarette in my mouth and I did what she said. I sucked in all the smoke and quickly took the cigarette out and gave it back to her. It burned and I coughed up a storm. I had felt like crying, but I didn’t because she always got onto us for crying. Saying that she’d give us something to cry about. I remember her laughing because she thought it was so funny that I was coughing and about to cry. She was about to give it to my little brother, but my mom and her boyfriend came home. They didn’t know at the time. And I didn’t tell my mom until many years later. So many things were happening in my life at that point. I couldn’t keep anything locked up inside me any longer. It made me hurt more. So I finally told my mom. She listened, she comforted me the whole time. She told me she loved me and that it wasn’t my fault. Your story may be totally different from mine, but that doesn’t change the fact that you need to tell a trusted adult about what’s happening. They can help you. They can rescue you before you’re too far gone. Vaping, smoking, doing drugs isn’t cool. Just because your friends do it, doesn’t mean you need to. You don’t need to do that to be cool or popular. And if your friends are doing any of that stuff, maybe it’s best to find new friends who aren’t endangering their life. If you or anyone else knows someone who may be doing this, please contact a trusted adult for help.

“Love your family and we will never strand apart” is what I always thought as a kid. My family small and yet perfect for me. 2 birthdays 2 Christmas 2 of every thing. I lived with both my mom and dad on separate days and I loved my mom more that my dad. She was my rock and helped me through a lot but things have changed. She met a man by the same name Timothy and he became my second dad. I loved my family and even if someone is sad we would cheer them up. BUT this all changed a the age of 10. Something started changing about Timothy he starting ordering me to do stuff and not giving me breaks. He said “ your always 11 start acting like it* even tho I had more responsibilities than some high schoolers. My brother was born a lil after and he was my pride. I started watching him almost 100% of the time and changing and care taking while my mom did who knows once. My mom started to act different as well she was more ski-dish and not that happy to be around. Meanwhile I’ve noticed that the amount of alcohol that they consumed was a lot they would add it to every drink and drink it non stop. But day before my brother was born I would see my step sis *tim’s daughter* every other week and she was an amazing and I was her older brother. If she needed me I was there and she knows how to comfort me. But one day in particular me and sis go upstairs to bed and I hear yelling and crying from downstairs and Tim is screaming at my mom but I couldn’t tell what it was. I go into sis’s room and she is crying and I comfort her and try to calm her. Once I do I go back to the entrance to my room and watch to see what will happen. Once you go upstairs and my room is right in front and you turn left to see sis’s room and then on the right is a bathroom. I stand at my door and my mom comes to go into her bedroom and she is holding her face and she yells up “ go back to bed”. I lay back down and fall asleep and when I woke up they acted like nothing happened last night and I was suspicious. But then both happened for a long time and I was about 13 when my sis stopped coming over and my mom and Tim started to dink more I could tell. One time I when downstairs and there is a washing machine and dryer. I went to go get my clothes then I looked on the washer and there was this white powered stuff and this other stuff in packets but I can’t remember what it looked like. But I just minded my business and went back upstairs. Then the next time anything happened it was to far from them. It was another night and I was chilling with my brother and then my mom and tim start fighting and mom tells me to go upstairs. And I do then I here it getting physical and I run downstairs and grab my brother and Tim screams at me “Put him down you ****” I set him back down and then my mom runs into my brothers room and slammed the door. Then I grab my Wii to try and calm me down because I noticed I was shivering and started to have a panic attack. Then Tim starts to yell to me “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” he yells in his drunken state. I say “playing a game”. He goes and runs up half of the stairs “YOU SHOULD OF NEVER GOTTEN THAT YOU SPOILED BRAT* and a bunch of other cuss words. I cry and he continues to yell. but then he goes to get something and I grab my backpack blanket and my plastic sword because that was the only thing I had to defend myself. And I sneak down the stairs then I open the door and run out and since I was on the side of the house and I see him smoking outside the front door and I wait for him to move then I run the the neighbors and get there help. My dad was notified and was coming. That day my dad became my hero because he saved me from my almost doom. Me and my neighbor Selena go and wait outside at the end of our connected driveway and Tim comes out and screams at us and my neighbor luckily had her phone on her and called the rest of her family to come out and help. My dad soon pulls into the driveway and Tim runs into the wood and my mom follows. I go to bed and the last time I was ever at my moms. She goes to get something with a duffle bag and Tim’s sleeping on the couch Tim wakes up and says “we’re is mom” I say “ she will be right back” and he goes outside and comes back in drunk and yells at me and later he try’s to hit me but stops and tells me to stop crying but the he started to say “ you will never leave” and more stuff like that. I sit on the couch next to my brother and he goes to unlock the gun case and I run to unlock the baby gate but he grabs me and throws me back on coach and I get up and run again and open the gate and the the door to the mud room and he grabs me and throws me back and I slam my head off a table and I stand up dizzy. I managed to open both doors and let my mom in and she gets my brother then we hop in the care and he slashes the tiers and we manage to escape him. After all of this I go and. Live with my dad and I love him so much I’m so grateful that he cares about me and was able to be my hero. From all of this I’ve learned that 1, drugs are bad 2, let people gain your trust and don’t just give it out. P.S. I still have the sword.

I have always had an odd relationship with my parents. When I was in 7th grade I started using nicotine as a way to cope with my past trauma. I also turned to self harm and an eating disorder. My school counselor alerted my family to these facts and told them that I was trans. I had not given her permission to tell my parents to the latter information. There was multiple years where I was in and out of psych facilities and residential treatment facilities for my mental health problems. During these years I also had many toxic friendships and a horrific relationship with my parents. Everyday we would scream at each other and get violent. The times in hospitals were traumatic and caused more stress than healing but they kept me alive long enough to get out and get proper help. The time away from my parents was helpful and with a lot of therapy on everyone’s end we slowly began rebuilding our relationship. It is now a somewhat normal relationship but it is still stressed. I still get my identity invalidated and feel like an outcast in my own home. After about a year free from all of these behaviors I was sexually assaulted for the third time. These habits began to come back and I have slipped back into all of them again. I know I will get better eventually but major life changes make me slip into old habits and I don’t know how to stop them on my own and that’s scary.

I’ve always remembered some things from my early childhood. The earliest thing i remember is when I was 5. My Father and mother were in love, but they started getting distant. My dad would come home drunk all the time and I would cry in my room to the point where i started hallucinating. Then one day my parents were fighting in the backyard. I remember the damp sand in my hands as i tried to tune them out. they were talking about me, and what i did wrong that day. i was five. My dad then slapped me across my face and that was my mothers breaking point. They split up and we had to see our father every other week. about two years later, I found out that the man who I called ‘dad’ wasn’t even my father. my real dad was in prison for assault. My mom’s health went downhill from there. she started taking drugs, getting sick, losing so much weight, and her skin started eating itself. i was always the one to take care of her and my brother. my brother was 7 at the time, and i was just about to turn 9. my mom kept bringing back my biological father, and she was hurting herself. my dad got remarried, again, again, and again. my father got back with his first wife, and GOD did i hate her. she was just as bad as the rest. my mom was being assaulted by my bio-father. i hated it, and i had to keep my brother protected. we had to hide in our closet before because my bio-dad was kicking down our front door. My parents have tried to quit everything. My mothers actions, and my fathers had affected us. I *hate* Drugs and Alcohol. I’m now 13. I don’t know how much longer i can do this before i go crazy.