I don’t need you
It was a warm sunny day
in mid June. I was sitting down at the doctor’s office. While tapping my feet, all
I could hear was the sound of my heart as it pounded faster and faster as the
minutes went by. Suddenly the door opens and the doctor yells out “congratulations!”
I was about six to seven weeks pregnant. Very deep down inside me I felt a bit
of happiness. My boyfriend was waiting for me in the car and now it was time
for me to tell him. He wasn’t happy. In fact the first few words that came out
of his mouth were, “you’re going to have an abortion right?” Those were the
most crucial words anyone had dare say to me. The little bit of happiness I held
inside was destroyed. My world grew dark as I knew he wasn’t in this with me,
but then came the hardest part of all; telling my parents.
I remember my mother
falling to the ground as I was telling her I was pregnant. My father and
brother crying as they held my mother up. I remember feeling alone, embarrassed
and ashamed. It was unfair how everyone around me made me feel. I was depressed
throughout my pregnancy and thereafter. One of the hardest things I had to do
in life was telling them I was pregnant. I had many people tell me things such
as “you ruined your life,” and in my head I would think “says who?” People constantly
said negative comments and it affected the way I thought about myself.
However, I am one of
those people who believe in “everything happens for a reason.” I think my son
has been a huge motivation to continue my journey with school. While I have some
people on one side telling me I can’t do it, I have my own opinion telling me
that I can. Who better to listen to than yourself? I won’t give people the
satisfaction of seeing me throw my life away. Others thought having a child at
a young age was an obstacle to an education, but in fact it’s a greater reason
for me to enroll in school. I do not care about proving everyone wrong, I just
care about proving myself right.
At some point in our
lives we are all questioned with “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I
changed my mind quite some times. We discover and learn new things that interest
us as were growing along. I always had an interest for working in the
healthcare field, but never as much as when I had my first child. My son was
the main reason for my interest. During my pregnancy I was more focused on what
was happening to me. I’d question any procedure or vaccine given to me. There
were many things I was learning throughout the time and that was when the human
body began to fascinate me. I was more alert on the way my child developed while
being in the womb. Therefore, it led me on to vocational school to become a
certified medical assistant. My first job as a medical assistant was working at
a pediatrician’s office. Working with children felt like an adventure. I would
see them grow and I’d become friends with them. They would inspire me as I saw
them fight for their lives. These sick children would help me appreciate the
important aspects of life. I found it astounding learning how the human body
functions and have a better understanding on diseases, cures and treatments.
I am currently working for another clinic
which is more diverse. I deal with women and men of all ages, pregnancies and
patients with mental disorders. It’s impressive how many people I’ve befriended
of multiple religions and ethnicities. Although I might not make a huge impact
on a person’s life, it’s a good feeling to know there’s always a way to help.
When life hits you with
unexpected situations it is up to us to know how to manage those obstacles, but
it should never be a reason to stop. Most of the things that happen to us are a
result of our own reactions. My son was not an obstacle, but a desire to move
forward. My parents might have been an obstacle, but I showed them the
difference between their parenting and my own. My son’s father was an obstacle,
but I showed him how women could be both mother and father.
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