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Writing an autobiography about my life had never occurred to me, let alone telling it to anyone. But here I am, already telling mine. Perhaps this autobiography is not so bad for it will remind me of how I write myself.

My name is Jazmine Marie M. Alisoso. I was born on November 8, 2002, in Bulacao, Talisay City, Cebu. My parents and I are currently residing with my grandparents in Mambaling, Cebu City. My parents' names are Cresencia M. Alisoso and Emelito L. Alisoso. My mother is a housewife, and my father is an OFW. I have a 7-year-old younger brother. Jilt Hashley M. Alisoso is his given name. I completed my elementary education at Don Vicente Rama Memorial Elementary School before transferring to Don Vicente Rama Memorial National High School to complete my junior high education. I finished my senior year at Asian College of Technology, Bulacao Campus, where I took the Humanities and Social Sciences (HUMSS) strand.

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Growing up knowing how I project myself in front of others has led me to believe that my life is dull and problematic. Every time, I questioned my existence and the decisions I made. It may be embarrassing to admit, but I despised the fact that I couldn't keep up with other kids. I was a late bloomer. Even now, remembering my childhood days reminds me of how pitiful I was. I was also rambunctious and easily distracted by anything. Even as a child, I couldn't fathom what was going on between my mother and grandparents. That's how distracted I was—to the point of being unbothered. I couldn't go into specifics, but it was difficult for me, especially when I was in an unhealthy environment with others and my parents. My grandparents, and even aunts on my father's side, were opposed to my mother's parenting style. Mother and I did not get along. When I was 12, that’s when I realized that my mother had raised me differently. Her 'love language' raised a big red flag. It affected me growing up with the thought that maybe she could not accept me for being who I am. Not to mention, I was convinced by my grandparents about the 'reality’. I was misguided, terrified of what life had in store for me.

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Like I said, I always get distracted of a lot of things, I often couldn’t care less about my surrounding. My hobbies are peculiar, to say the least. I used to spend my free time in junior high watching black and white movies, admiring vintage clothing, writing and reading stories. My friends find it quite weird when I cannot keep up with their preferences. I have a tendency to become fixated on something that interests me, such as documentaries or fun facts. I continue to read, but not as frequently as I used to. I like hearing other people's stories or simply hearing someone say something interesting or not; I consider myself to be an excellent listener. I, too, try to assist others as best I can. I'd rather not provide comfort because I can't think of any. I grew up without one, so providing one to others will be difficult for me. Also, being organized is my first priority before doing my tasks in order to make the process smooth and continuous. Being able to adjust and adapt to a new environment is never easy, but with precise guidance, I can adjust in a short period of time.

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I may be able to adjust easily to a new environment, but being able to start all over again is a lot harder than I anticipated. Just like two years ago, when my mother explained her own story to me. It was the first vulnerable moment I had with a family member that changed my perspective on my relationship with her and how we live. It was a lot to process, but I'm getting there. It was a delicate memory of how it touched my soul and unwrapped the thorns of distress in my heart. I dearly appreciate and acknowledge my mother’s way of building our relationship now so we can start all over again. Not to mention, she is unexpectedly supportive of me and my brother. A fun fact about me and my brother is that we are both members of the LGBTQ+ community. Unfortunately, our family is a devout Catholic. We are still hiding in the glass closet. It's amusing to think that we did what the members of the family wanted us to do when our true colors were unstoppable by a simple warning. My mother is the only one who accepted us truly.

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I was in the Pilot section, or what we called 'Science class,' from elementary school until junior high. The class was more advanced than the regular classes, but I was still able to catch up and maintain a good grade despite my difficulties as a late bloomer student. My knowledge was not put to waste when I enrolled in a private school during my senior year, since I was able to familiarize myself with some of the new lessons. Not only that, I was able to expand my knowledge to be able to widen the range of what I expected to gather, which gave me the time to acknowledge my strengths and weaknesses more. Until now that I am a college student, I still continue to know myself more and what I am capable of.

As part of the HUMSS strand in my senior year, I was given the opportunity to participate in my first debate competition. Knowing that it was my weakest skill was the most difficult aspect of me as a person who suffers from stage fright and poor communication skills. I had frequent breakdowns, but part of me wanted to push myself. I did not back down, so I continued. Being able to contribute to the team was a huge accomplishment. Aside from being given the opportunity to participate in a school competition, my achievement was to maintain a good grade as a reward for my mother's effort and recognition of me. I know that I was able to overcome my problems without the assistance of others.

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My life and worldview have changed dramatically since my mother and I had a heart-to-heart conversation. I had waited so long for her to tell me her side of the story, and I had not anticipated the impact of how I looked at her afterwards. As my bond with her grew stronger, I noticed that the one I had with my father was gradually fraying. That, however, is another story to tell. What matters now is that I am healing and have the motivation to continue my journey as well as study diligently. Since then, my entire focus has been on my mother and brother. No matter how many times I have a breakdown, I am still able to get through each day without the comforts of others. Only knowing that my family believes in me and is rooting for me keeps me going. I may not be very good at verbally expressing my gratitude to those who helped me, but rest assured that I will do everything in my power to repay them tenfold. For my mother and brother, I will be successful soon. They are my entire world.