Sunday, 25 October 2009

What happened why i got kicked out

For months I was having problems with my brothers listening to me, my 14 yr old was not too bad he would at least have respect for my request however I believed my 16yr old brother just hated me when I spoke to him. I'm Jamaican so I may come across as making a statement instead of asking a question, we discussed how this made him feel in the past and I spoke softer to him; however I quickly realized this was not the issue as it escalated into an argument.


I started to work two jobs day and night; my life was reduced to sleeping, working and fitting in different meeting for my future such as driving lessons, transitioning and college. He (16yrs old brother) would play loud music and bring his friends over while I sleep in the day it was hard to get him to understand the effects of working two jobs. I spoke to Sharon (my mother); she told me I could not expect them to stop living their lives- I found that statement funny cause she used to work nights and she needed peace and quiet during the day, so why was this courtesy not extended to me, was it because it was not my house.

Fast forward to my birthday, it was a good day, I came out to Sharon as Transgendered and felt ready to take on my doctor and continue counselling, I only had one disappointment that day, however it was still a good day Sharon bought me a ticket to a MMA match after I suggested this is what she could get me-you would think your parents know what to give you.

Fast forward again to Sunday 11th of October at 9:30pm, ready for bed my brothers were still playing x-box and making noise, I asked Sharon to speak to them and she lays in bed, picks up her mobile and calls my brother in the adjacent room-talk about lazy! my brothers continued to make noise so I went on the sofa downstairs to try and get some sleep, the noise continued as I get angrier, they stomp on the floor- I looked at the clock and its almost 11pm, I have work in the morning, they have school and I can't sleep, are they trying to drive me crazy. I march upstairs and in to my brother’s bedroom "this is really unfair" I said, they both had little grins on their faces, some of you are thinking 'oh there are just kids'-but I see kids with no respect and a mother who’s in bed and gives a rat’s ass-no wonder they are so spoiled. I made my way into shoran’s bedroom and pleaded with her to get out of bed and speak to them cause I could not get any sleep with all the noise, I was told to sleep on the floor downstairs and not to disturb her sleep, I became furious and told her If I went in there to talk to them I would end up breaking stuff, so she should get out of bed and speak to them-well she got out of bed alright, but to kick me out of her room, she sad I was trouble and went outside to take a walk, my lovely 16yr old brother said bye to me-that broke my heart-cause I realized they did want me gone- all of them, after a year with them they wanted me out. After screaming at him and throwing some stones at the window I went off into the dark.

I came back to find the door closed, and Sharon’s father there telling me if her daughter wants me out then she wants me out-at least she has someone to be there for her. Sharon had already packed up my closet in black plastic bin liners and told me to get the rest. I received no help from my local council because apparently I had a part time job and was not pregnant so I could ruff it on the road and the policed said they were not responsible for homeless people.

This is getting long and I have too many distraction around me to piece this together, so to cut long story short, I had to come to another city quit my jobs to get some help after three nights of being homeless, Sharon only asked for her key and when my clothes were being removed, it’s funny cause her ex-fiancĂ© has a key still and she still treats him well, unlike me who she envies. She told me this on day after I became upset with her for embarassing me in fornt of famliy members, it made sense whem she told, I just thought she would get over it.

My Trans group has started to help me and hopefully I will be back on my feet soon-next year is the year of the Tiger, It should be my year hopefully.

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