A TRUE STORY

The First Time I Stood Up To My Father

I was ten years old and shook in my sneakers, but it had to be done

Michelle A. Patrovani - M.A.P.
Invisible Illness
Published in
8 min readJun 19, 2024

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Note: There are potential triggers in this story. Please read with self-care in mind.

I had prayed the entire trip home, begging God and the universe to give me the courage to stand up to Daddy.

The result was ten-year-old me slinging screaming speech against the Goliath my Daddy was and dunking the balls of my words into the open window of Daddy’s car, landing them on him.

I did not know finding courage would turn out that way.

Finding courage

“Daddy, I have something to say to you.” It was not a question. It was a declaration.

I did not wait for his response.

I started speaking slowly and timidly at first and felt a violent shaking in my legs that was beyond my ability to control.

Daddy had just pulled his Ford Lincoln up to the white gate in front of our home, which looked beautiful and bountiful with all the crotons, ferns, and other plants Mummy had planted and tended to daily.

It was a regular after-school pick-up and drop-off by Daddy, who no longer lived at home.

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Michelle A. Patrovani - M.A.P.
Invisible Illness

Pursuing simplicity & meaning. Mom of young adult sons with life-threatening, incurable illness. X: @AbundantBreath LI: https://www.linkedin.com/in