Growing up is hard to do!

When you're young, it's pretty easy to believe everything everyone tells you. They say adults will lie to you in order to protect you, but I think it can be detrimental. In my case, the lies I was forced to believe as a child altered my perception. I often find myself questioning the things people say to me, wondering whether or not I can believe them. Every time, I find that most of the lies come from adults.


I used to be really gullible. I believed everything my mom and sister told me. I believed my mother sold my vicious, evil cat to a nice old lady. She was, in fact, put down. I took the news of my brother’s death like a champ. Surely a car crash wasn’t so tragic. What did it mean, anyway? I couldn’t wrap my head around the condolences in school, didn’t understand why everyone was crying. Surely he’d be okay. I never understood why I never saw him again.


Years later, almost recently, my father accidentally told me the truth. He seemed appalled at the fact that a mere car crash could end his son’s life. So, in middle school, I found that his death had been less than the “accident” my mother made it out to be.


While I understand why the truth was hidden from me when I was little, it took me a long time to cope with the idea of “sparing” my feelings. I think I matured because of it, though. After my father enlightened me, I swore I’d never lie. Some people have expressed distaste for my “brutal honesty,” but it doesn’t deter me.