Whenever I’m asked to talk about myself and about who I am, I hit a wall. To my mother I’m a studious and hardworking young woman. To my younger brother, I’m just annoying. And to my father, same as my mom with a small gap of all the time we missed apart from each other. When it comes to me, I don’t know what I see, just a heterosexual female. Although I do recognize little things about myself, I get work done when I have to get it done, it may take a little bit of a push but never from anybody else. If I know that it has to be done, I’ll get it done on my own, even if it’s last minute. Growing up, I was always very fond of my father, until my parents got divorced due to domestic violence, that’s when everything changed. I never thought it was real, sometimes I still wonder if this is all in my imagination and if i’m stuck in an 11 year dream period. Part of me felt guilty for loving my father even after everything that he did to my mom, I never had the feeling that it was my fault like in the movies. I don’t even remember much of what I was feeling at that time, mainly fear of what was next.
My name has never been something very significant to me, I like it but I don’t really have a personal deep connection to my name at all. When I was younger I used to hate it because it was long and I thought it was ugly. At some point in my childhood I wanted to be called by my middle name rather than my first. Both elementary and highschool there was one person with the same name as me so I was oftentimes just called “Velasco” by some of my teachers. I didn’t mind this because I liked my last name and I still do, It’s rare and I don’t see a lot of people with the same last name as me. I feel like my name is a good mix of both my mom and dad considering the fact that my mom gave me my middle name and my dad gave me my first and my last name. I started liking my name in highschool it wasn’t just that I got used to it, I liked how it sounded and I liked spelling it, I also feel like it defines me for who I am, it goes with me well.
I didn’t really have a nickname from my friends because I didn’t really have any friends until I got to high school. I remember mentioning that I hated the nickname given by my family, that being “Cristi”, somehow it stuck and now everybody calls me it. It doesn’t bother me anymore, I actually like being called that by my friends.Tags: #LifeAcademty NameMemoir