I don't think I've ever been so disgusted with myself as I am now. This past year I feel like I've turned into this non-human parasite and it scares me.
My entire life I have always been very close to my dad. He loved me and would drop everything to help, but he never really disciplined me. He would never stand up to me when I pushed him around. And I took advantage of that. Alot.
My dad was a lawyer and he very rarely would charge his clients. So my mom supported the family as a teacher. When we were really struggling my mom would physically and mentally abuse my dad for not making money, and it really killed his self-confidence. He liked having respect from his clients for his free work. Eventually he got a job teaching high school Latin.
When I was a sophomore in high school my dad found out he had colon cancer, stage IV. He had surgery and he had to live with a colostomy bag. This was very humiliating for my dad. Everyone was saying "why didn't he get that taken care of earlier?" Well, by dad couldn't buy health insurance because he never charged his clients. But he couldn't tell anyone that.
Junior year my dad's cancer came back and spread to the liver. He had surgery and kemo therapy to treat it. During all of this, I never followed what was going on with my dad. I never told my friends anything.
Whenever I got mad at my dad for picking me up from school late or forgetting to do things, I'd hit my dad hard and tell him that I hated him and hoped he'd die. When I looked at my dad I could tell that it crushed him inside. He was living with so much pain. He never ate and his body was emancipated.
Then last summer my dad went to the emergency room in the middle of the night. The doctor said that he had cancer in his lungs and that they were slowly filling with fluid. When my dad talked it sounded like he was gargling water.
His body was too weak to take any more treatments. My dad died on August 2 2009.
I didn't find out until later on that day. He was taken to a funeral home a few blocks from my house. I saw my dad in this blue plastic carrying case. I just stayed there for about an hour, trying to believe it I guess.
My memories of the wake, funeral, and burial are a complete blur.
I coped with this loss in a really bad way. I started stealing random stuff from stores and I got a rush out of it. At first it was like nail polish, gum, and candy. It would make me feel happy for a while, it distracted me from everything that was making me depressed.
Then I started to steal more expensive stuff like clothes and makeup. I'd steal shirts and dresses and I would feel happy for a while. Getting away with it gave me a rush and I felt like I was getting back at the world for everything that happened to me this year. It was like a mental addiction.
But a few weeks ago I finally got caught stealing $70 worth of makeup. That day scared me out of my mind and it still does. They took me to a police station and finger printed me and everything. I feel so humiliated and embarrassed by what I did I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore.
The only people who know are my sister and my guidance counselor and my dad's best friend. He's a lawyer but he can't help me b/c he lives too far away. I still haven't even told my mom. She's been emotionally unstable since my dad died and I don't think she could handle it. I have to go to court in a few weeks and I am so scared.
There's no way I can describe how much I hate what I have become. I graduate soon and I already have a criminal record. I feel disgusted with myself because of this and I feel I really don't have any future now. It hurts so much because it's true. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for letting myself evolve into this.
I don't know why I wrote all this. All I know is that I am a serious mess and I need help. I don't know what to do. There's never been a time when I felt as lost and confused as I do now.
My entire life I have always been very close to my dad. He loved me and would drop everything to help, but he never really disciplined me. He would never stand up to me when I pushed him around. And I took advantage of that. Alot.
My dad was a lawyer and he very rarely would charge his clients. So my mom supported the family as a teacher. When we were really struggling my mom would physically and mentally abuse my dad for not making money, and it really killed his self-confidence. He liked having respect from his clients for his free work. Eventually he got a job teaching high school Latin.
When I was a sophomore in high school my dad found out he had colon cancer, stage IV. He had surgery and he had to live with a colostomy bag. This was very humiliating for my dad. Everyone was saying "why didn't he get that taken care of earlier?" Well, by dad couldn't buy health insurance because he never charged his clients. But he couldn't tell anyone that.
Junior year my dad's cancer came back and spread to the liver. He had surgery and kemo therapy to treat it. During all of this, I never followed what was going on with my dad. I never told my friends anything.
Whenever I got mad at my dad for picking me up from school late or forgetting to do things, I'd hit my dad hard and tell him that I hated him and hoped he'd die. When I looked at my dad I could tell that it crushed him inside. He was living with so much pain. He never ate and his body was emancipated.
Then last summer my dad went to the emergency room in the middle of the night. The doctor said that he had cancer in his lungs and that they were slowly filling with fluid. When my dad talked it sounded like he was gargling water.
His body was too weak to take any more treatments. My dad died on August 2 2009.
I didn't find out until later on that day. He was taken to a funeral home a few blocks from my house. I saw my dad in this blue plastic carrying case. I just stayed there for about an hour, trying to believe it I guess.
My memories of the wake, funeral, and burial are a complete blur.
I coped with this loss in a really bad way. I started stealing random stuff from stores and I got a rush out of it. At first it was like nail polish, gum, and candy. It would make me feel happy for a while, it distracted me from everything that was making me depressed.
Then I started to steal more expensive stuff like clothes and makeup. I'd steal shirts and dresses and I would feel happy for a while. Getting away with it gave me a rush and I felt like I was getting back at the world for everything that happened to me this year. It was like a mental addiction.
But a few weeks ago I finally got caught stealing $70 worth of makeup. That day scared me out of my mind and it still does. They took me to a police station and finger printed me and everything. I feel so humiliated and embarrassed by what I did I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore.
The only people who know are my sister and my guidance counselor and my dad's best friend. He's a lawyer but he can't help me b/c he lives too far away. I still haven't even told my mom. She's been emotionally unstable since my dad died and I don't think she could handle it. I have to go to court in a few weeks and I am so scared.
There's no way I can describe how much I hate what I have become. I graduate soon and I already have a criminal record. I feel disgusted with myself because of this and I feel I really don't have any future now. It hurts so much because it's true. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for letting myself evolve into this.
I don't know why I wrote all this. All I know is that I am a serious mess and I need help. I don't know what to do. There's never been a time when I felt as lost and confused as I do now.