In a state of panic I began asking every question off the top of my head, “Is everyone safe?”, “What was going on?” During my panic she did not speak infact she began to quietly sob. My mother took the phone from my hand and tried to talk to her in a soothing voice. It seemed like an eternity before she put the phone on her nightstand. She then had me sit on the couch, she sat next to me and she recounted the conversation between mothers. She began to explain that my biological father began to have symptoms of PTSD. In hopes of making him better they thought it would be in the best interest to send him to a mental hospital. As a result of this he had to quit work and his insurance was cancelled, thus explaining the response we received at the Doctor’s …show more content…
I walked to my bed and began to process the events and conversation my mother and I had only moments prior. I pulled my laptop over and began to research the essence of this mental disorder. While conducting my research I stumbled across the topic of hereditary diseases. In the summary it stated that there is a high possibility that disorders of that magnitude could be passed down through the DNA of your children. As I read those words my stomach did a nosedive. Though I was not worried for myself my concerns fell onto my little sister. She was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) when she was very young. Even though my sister is perfectly fine a lingering voice in my head made me question if she really was okay. This news affected me everyday and made me very anxious every time anyone brought up the subject. I still remember one day while in class I started bawling for no reason. Although my guidance counselors tried to help nothing