On March 20th 2018, I left to RTC Great Lakes. This was the day that my longtime dreams of becoming a United States sailor began. I went through weeks of training I know everything there is to know about bootcamp and everything you learn while in training. I became the starboard watch for my division, which was great. I made the watch bill for the female compartment, and took care of the deck log. The deck log is something that the watch stander writes in, when certain things happen in the division. I also was part of division front, which is the part of the division that leads all of the other division when marching. I enjoyed my div job a lot!!! We went through basic damage control training, firefighting, small arms training, and many more things! It was the best experience of my life! A week before graduation, I got ASMO’d into a week two division, for failing my final run. So since I had already gone through all of the training that my new division was about to go through, I figured I would go to medical for an ongoing headache and slight dizziness I had been experiencing. For almost two weeks straight the doctor was trying to figure out what was causing the headaches because I was perfectly healthy. I had told the doctor that I had already felt better, because she had given me Tylenol and it helped tremendously with the headaches and I could continue on with training. But she insisted to find out what it was to make sure it was nothing serious.
When she figured out that I was perfectly fine, she sent me to the Chaplain, because she said “it might be something that is not medical that is causing your headaches” I didn’t get what that meant, but I went and talked to the chaplain anyways. We talked about training and I said I loved it, I only felt small stress with my job I had in my old div because I had to wake up all hours of the night to ensure the watchstander understood what she was doing. But that was it. He asked about my home life, and my lack of a relationship with my biological father came up. He asked why, and I told him everything that led up to me moving out of my verbally abusive, drunken fathers home. He requested I go to REU (recruit evaluation unit) to talk to someone there. So I did. I repeated the entire story to the phycologist, and when I came back to see her a second time... she separated me from the Navy... I would have graduated in three weeks when I got separated. This crushed my heart. I had dreamt about serving in the United States Navy for a long time, and I was stripped of that privilege. I came home on June 11 2018. And since I’ve been home, I’ve been trying to get back into training. I will not give up until “big Navy” says I cannot train. This is my story, and if I am strong enough to want to go through bootcamp as many times as needed, you are strong enough to do anything. Stay strong, hooyah.