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Hi, my name is Reagan
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 | Attention Obsessed |
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| Created: 2010-03-12 18:19:59 |
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Yet ANOTHER Creative Writing assignment. We had to do a character sketch of ourselves for the beginning our creative nonfiction unit (Yes, I am aware that the phrase 'creative nonfiction' is basically an oxymoron.)
TDP will not allow me to use my original title or the phrase in here that made it the title because apparently it is inappropriate, though in the context I was using one of the particular words it was not inappropriate. So I changed the word to obsessed, even though it most certainly DOES NOT carry the same weight.
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Reagan Taylor Elaine Overton was born on September 19th 1994 to Sherri Elaine Warfield and Arthur Randolph Overton. The two were not married, nor did they marry later. In fact, by Reagan’s second birthday the two were no longer in any romantic relationship with each other. In a way, it was good that they never married, never brought any case to court. Rather than traumatizing their daughter through custody arguments, a mutual agreement was reached: Sherri got Reagan, and Randy got the sofa. Reagan never minded. She loved her mother, and it was a nice sofa.
Both of Reagan’s parents had large families that adored her and doted upon her, so it was only natural that at five years old when her first brother, named William Garrett Patterson, was born that she became attention obsessed(and it certainly did not help that the entire time her mother was pregnant with him, and for the first three months of his life, Reagan had been living with her father in North Carolina so she could begin Kindergarten, coming home to find out what being a big sister really meant with hardly any mental preparation.)
So she cut her mother’s hair while Sherri was on the phone. She threw tantrums at every little thing that went wrong. She refused to blow her nose, to tie her shoes, to wear socks. She tried to employ reverse psychology, though she did not know what it was at the time, and demanded independence. She was the smartest in her class and she was praised, and yet her faulty memory declared that she used to get more attention than she was currently receiving.
Finally, something happened that flipped everything she knew upside down, though mentally and physically she had no real reaction. She lost the spiritual support of Randy’s side of the family because, as it turns out, he was not her father. Her father was someone named Joseph Patrick Stecher, a man Sherri had cheated on Randy with (though it was only out of spite, as he had been cheating on her as well), and he was living in California. In the end, Sherri and Joe married, moving them all out to California, causing Reagan to lose the attention of both sides of what she had called her family her entire life in the span of just a few months.
Joe was originally from New Jersey, and all his family lived there; there were few kids for Reagan to play with in the neighborhood they moved into; everyone in Reagan’s class at school automatically pegged her as ‘nerd’ and ‘teacher’s pet’, so it was exceedingly difficult for her to make friends; finally she latched onto another girl who was low on the popularity chart, Bridget Underwood, and forced her company upon her more that Bridget was probably comfortable with. It couldn’t be helped. Reagan’s mother was pregnant once more (Nikolis Marley Stecher) and having complications, and Joe was busy with Garrett.
Later that year, Sherri’s mother moved to California and taught Reagan a way to gain all the attention she could ever want. Books. Books were always there, were always ready to share with you, were always ready to be your friends. Reagan was a very imaginative child and read quite a bit already, had been reading since she was three years old; but it was more than just reading now. It was a way to escape reality, a way to gain attention and praise, a way to be the best that ever was; it was an obsession, an addiction. While other children her age were hanging out with their friends or studying or stealing their parent’s cigarettes, Reagan was in her room with a new book, a new friend, adding another character to her list of imaginary friends, another plot to her adventures; or she was at the park, fighting imaginary adversaries and yelling out instructions to her ‘friends’. Sometimes there were real friends to play with her. Often there were not.
Almost six years later we find Reagan in almost the exact same situation, except 3,000 miles away with two more little brothers vying for her parent’s time (Chase Joseph Stecher, 2006, and Shawn Mason Stecher, 2008 ). Reagan had psychologically come to terms with the fact that she was never going to have the amount of attention she had once had (seeing as that was, at the least, ten years ago), but refused to let go of her imaginary friends, of her obsessive book reading habits, and newly added, of her art obsession (putting an imaginary world on paper turned out to be much more difficult than it seemed). She knew it was not natural for a child her age to spend as much time in her mind as she did, but after spending the previous year in therapy and relearning the skills of socialization, she’s fairly sure that a trip into her imaginary world to meet up with a few of her old friends can’t hurt her.
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... Well, there you have it. My life story told from the perspective of my attention needs...
Wow. I... am one serious loser. |
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