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Family

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Alcoholic Parents

In grade three a friend told me, "I can't sleep over because my parents say your mom and dad are drunks." That was the moment it hit me: my family isn't normal.
Autism

I’ve always felt different from other people. I didn’t always know why I was different, or what I did that made me different — I still don’t realize it sometimes.
Broken Family

How can a boy expect to fill Dad’s shoes when he leaves?
Child of Divorced Parents

I became a very quiet child, no longer the happy kid I used to be. I wanted answers. “Why did my mom leave me?” was all I could think about.
Divorce

The American dream was lining up for us. We were living the life. But there was still this unhappiness, like a buzz in the background that never went away.
Fatherhood

Whole days can pass by without any heart-felt communication with my kids whatsoever.
Fatherless

Alone with my thoughts in solitary confinement, my worst fear was never seeing my daughter again. I didn’t want to be the father that my father was to me.
Gender Stereotypes

I was different from most girls I knew. I wanted to be a boy.
Infant Death

Our son Samuel was diagnosed with Trisomy 18 at twenty weeks gestation. We were told that this made him incompatible with life. We were given the option, but chose not to terminate.
Infertility

Our New Year’s resolution for 2015 was to get pregnant. That might sound like a simple thing to some, but for us it was a huge and intimidating goal. It would take a miracle.
Miscarriage

“Your baby has not developed further.” This can’t be. It must be a mix-up. When would I wake up from this nightmare?
Single Fatherhood

All I wanted was to be a dad and to give my daughter the love and fatherly attention I never received from my own.
Single Motherhood

Sometimes my reality was working two jobs to make ends meet while I was raising my girls. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it, and my ex told me he didn’t think I would.
Special Needs Children

There are days when I have a pity party for myself, when I mourn because I can’t have just one normal day.
Widowhood

Three years ago, my husband breathed his last breath. Then began the most difficult journey I’ve ever experienced: life without him.

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