I'm pretty sure this is where I start with when I was born: September 16th, 1997, 4:35 P.M.
I am a girl, 16 (I don't know if half counts) and going on 17.
My name is Megan Belano Wikowsky.
When I was growing up, my parents divorced. I remember why they divorced. They fought a lot, and they got angry at each other while I was still developing my mental depictions of the world.
Now I have Angrophobia. The fear of other people being angry, or angry at me.
I wasn't very social, and I was very quiet because of this phobia. I did have friends, but I lost them as quickly as they came. I hated the process. That's when I shut myself up and barely ate anything out of forgetting. I only weighed 40 something pounds at age seven. I was so weak I couldn't participate in gym.
My teacher noticed some changes, and told my mom. She felt horrible, and that's when she married my step-dad named Nathan.
Now I have another phobia: Thanataphobia/Thanatophobia. Thee fear of losing the ones you love.
When I was eight, I got kidnapped.
It happened when I was at the park with my step dad Nathan. He was pushing me on the swings, and he asked my older sister to push me as he took a phone call from his boss.
My sister saw her friends, and the swing stopped. I for some reason wasn't able to push myself on the swings yet, and I just sat there.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was large, so I assumed it was my dad going to push me on the swings. Instead, it was a middle-aged man in what I was assuming his late forties.
He grabbed me by the stomach, and I kicked and tried screaming. The man took me and threw me into a large van. My dad called the police, and I only saw darkness in the back of the van.
I kept on thinking my family forgot about me. I now have another phobia- Athazagoraphobia. The fear of people forgetting you.
At the end of it all, I was safe, and nothing bad happened to me.
From hearing this, my older cousin (he's 24 now) wanted to be a policeman.
I also now have a fear of big cars, or large vehicles. Megalochophobia.
When I was nine, it was the beginning of fourth grade. I got some friends, and I was as happy as could be.I couldn't exactly remember the next few years because nothing really stood out.
In the eighth grade, I graduated.
Then High school started.
When I was Fourteen, I tried out for volleyball. I made it onto the team. I remember this girl named Isabella. She bullied me and called me sticks. (I was still EXTREMELY light for my age. :()
It stopped about last year when I finally looked normal.
And that's when my angrophobia kicked in. Then a certain guy from Omaha, Nebraska came. Cooper. He was in the same school as me from grade-school.
He made my life not so much of a living hell, (sorry to be cliché,) and turns out he loves me back too.
And now my thanataphobia is kicking in. I really don't want to forget about Cooper, and I don't want him to forget about me,
The last person I loved was named Connor, and he was his best friend. I knew he wouldn't like me, but I was going to confess. It was a Friday, and turns out, he was sick.
On Fridays, my school goes to church. When we say the Our Father, we all hold hands. And I sat next to Cooper. I didn't like him at the time, and I wonder why.
And on the day I told a Cooper i liked him, he said he only liked me as a friend. My stomach dropped. But I found out he only said that because his friends were right behind him playing baseball.
So now kids, that's it. A little traumatizing, yet a new experience for me.
I am a girl, 16 (I don't know if half counts) and going on 17.
My name is Megan Belano Wikowsky.
When I was growing up, my parents divorced. I remember why they divorced. They fought a lot, and they got angry at each other while I was still developing my mental depictions of the world.
Now I have Angrophobia. The fear of other people being angry, or angry at me.
I wasn't very social, and I was very quiet because of this phobia. I did have friends, but I lost them as quickly as they came. I hated the process. That's when I shut myself up and barely ate anything out of forgetting. I only weighed 40 something pounds at age seven. I was so weak I couldn't participate in gym.
My teacher noticed some changes, and told my mom. She felt horrible, and that's when she married my step-dad named Nathan.
Now I have another phobia: Thanataphobia/Thanatophobia. Thee fear of losing the ones you love.
When I was eight, I got kidnapped.
It happened when I was at the park with my step dad Nathan. He was pushing me on the swings, and he asked my older sister to push me as he took a phone call from his boss.
My sister saw her friends, and the swing stopped. I for some reason wasn't able to push myself on the swings yet, and I just sat there.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was large, so I assumed it was my dad going to push me on the swings. Instead, it was a middle-aged man in what I was assuming his late forties.
He grabbed me by the stomach, and I kicked and tried screaming. The man took me and threw me into a large van. My dad called the police, and I only saw darkness in the back of the van.
I kept on thinking my family forgot about me. I now have another phobia- Athazagoraphobia. The fear of people forgetting you.
At the end of it all, I was safe, and nothing bad happened to me.
From hearing this, my older cousin (he's 24 now) wanted to be a policeman.
I also now have a fear of big cars, or large vehicles. Megalochophobia.
When I was nine, it was the beginning of fourth grade. I got some friends, and I was as happy as could be.I couldn't exactly remember the next few years because nothing really stood out.
In the eighth grade, I graduated.
Then High school started.
When I was Fourteen, I tried out for volleyball. I made it onto the team. I remember this girl named Isabella. She bullied me and called me sticks. (I was still EXTREMELY light for my age. :()
It stopped about last year when I finally looked normal.
And that's when my angrophobia kicked in. Then a certain guy from Omaha, Nebraska came. Cooper. He was in the same school as me from grade-school.
He made my life not so much of a living hell, (sorry to be cliché,) and turns out he loves me back too.
And now my thanataphobia is kicking in. I really don't want to forget about Cooper, and I don't want him to forget about me,
The last person I loved was named Connor, and he was his best friend. I knew he wouldn't like me, but I was going to confess. It was a Friday, and turns out, he was sick.
On Fridays, my school goes to church. When we say the Our Father, we all hold hands. And I sat next to Cooper. I didn't like him at the time, and I wonder why.
And on the day I told a Cooper i liked him, he said he only liked me as a friend. My stomach dropped. But I found out he only said that because his friends were right behind him playing baseball.
So now kids, that's it. A little traumatizing, yet a new experience for me.