Hi, I am a 16-year old boy
and here is my story.
My parents got divorced when I was very young. When I was 13, my father passed away from alcohol and drug abuse. It was sad but as he hasn’t really ever been there for me during my childhood, I didn’t feel much of a change in my life.
I’ve always lived with my mother and when I was 8, my mother’s boyfriend moved in with us, so I quickly had a stepfather. It was hard for me to share my mother with someone else as she meant the world to me. This resulted in a number of conflicts and problems at home. I’ve always had a really good relationship with my mother and we’ve always been very close.
In January 2012, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. She got chemotherapy treatment for six months but her body rejected the treatment, which resulted in her passing away. That same week, I also lost my grandmother.
It has been the hardest thing I have ever experienced in my life. I couldn’t sleep, didn’t eat much and I was constantly tired. It resulted me in getting into some troubled behaviour I am not proud of, but thanks to my contact person who I got in the beginning of my mother’s illness, I have managed to get it under control. I feel that I’ve got it under control and am now thinking more positively. It has meant so much to me to have my contact person who I actually would prefer calling a big brother. My contact person has supported me and listened to me when I needed it the most. He’s taken me out when I was feeling down and has made me believe in my own abilities and abilities to move forward with my life, though with my mother by my side, in my heart. I can honestly say that if it weren’t for my contact person, I can guarantee you that I had fucked up.
Today my stepfather has adopted me, which means so much to me as I see him as my father. We have gotten a much better relationship and we help each other through this difficult time.
I’m not saying that everything is perfect, but just the fact that I am now back on track gives me a lot of hope. It is still absolutely horrible that my mother is no longer here and I still struggle with this fact every day. However, I try to get the most out of my life so that she can look down at me with pride from heaven.
(The story has been anonymised)