Growing up in a single parent home isn’t exactly what you would call easy. It was difficult, but it shaped me into the person I am today, a hardworking independent student with big dreams. My mom went through a lot to raise me and my older sister the “right” way. Her strong influence made her my top role model, the one person I aspire to be like in the future. My father was gone most of my life. From the stories that I’ve heard, he’s not a nice person. My mom never goes much into any topic concerning my father, for the fear that it could damage any possible future relationship between me and him, although I never really felt any connection. When I was six, he was put in jail for armed robbery. I still remember the weekly 15 minute phone calls that would just end if we didn’t say goodbye in time, no extensions. That was before I knew all the things he did.…
The issue to be investigated in this research report is family violence and how it affects the children. The research question being asked is “How family violence affects the children living within the same dwelling?”. For the purpose of this research report the term violence will be defined as behaviour involving verbal or physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill. The term ‘dwelling’ defined as a house or other place of residence, and the term ‘family’ defined as a group of people living in the same house. As well as the term ‘child’ being defined as a young person between the age of infancy and youth.…
Elementary school, mainly my kindergarten through fourth grade years, deteriorated my literacy completely. My brain wasn’t functioning the way a child’s brain should. My heart crumbled, it was filled with hatred towards men. My mother bleed with permanent scares from Larry, Jerry, and Paul. Now this man named Kevin is in her life. Constant night screaming and yelling and being only the age at five what could I do. Weak unsettled confused, my mother always told me what happens in the house stays in the house. In other words I wasn’t allowed to tell anybody anything. The sense of not being able to talk filled my mind with fearful thoughts. I started to fear for my mother’s life. The constant thoughts started to take away from my education. I became that kid who played sick all the time. It was the only way I knew how to protect my mother from being beaten by Kevin. The protecting lead me away from school completely. Later that year my mother received a letter from the school stating that her child would be placed into the special needs program because her child didn’t have the attention span needed to move onto the next grade without it. First grade came around Kevin was now out of are life and my mother was single for a good amount of…
Interestingly, there is NO exact definition for family heritage. I think it is one’s identity according to their family tree. A family tree is a chart that traces the ancestors and descendants of a family throughout history and identifies the relationship of one family member to another. Family heritage differs from culture to culture, and country to country. In Africa, for example, symbolic gestures, masks, costumes, and body paintings are used as a form of communication, while Asian cultures are foreign to that form of art.…
Within the genogram that I created, I am the index person. I come from a middle-class family. During my childhood, I recall watching my parents fight frequently regarding money and finances, although we always made it. I also remember watching my Dad say things to my Mom that were abusive. My Dad grew up in a family where his father was emotionally and physically abusive towards his mother. Due to the amount of abuse, my father underwent a psychological breakdown when he was a child. This event affected him to the point that he had to go live with his grandparents in another state. My great-grandma was a very good influence on my Dad, and helped to make a positive contribution to his childhood. My great-grandma was a very faithful individual, and not only was a spiritual mentor to my father, but also in my life. While this living situation helped my Dad, the trauma that he witnessed growing up impacted the rest of his life. His anxiety became so severe that he developed Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which worsened over time. There is also tension between him and his brothers, which…
A family is made up of people who care and love one another. A positive childhood and family tradition is what keeps a person connected to their family. No family is perfect and they will go through things, but it’s the love that keeps them together. Family traditions and cultural contribute to an individual self- identity because people who have knowledge of their family history are well-adjusted. Some people may disagree that family history is not shared and valued among individual family members. However, family history is shared and valued among individual family members because it’s what makes the individual who they are as a person which inhibits the person-identity.…
I always thought my parents were a strong couple, that their love would prosper against all. But I guess my dad found out my mother wasn’t the same either because my parents decided to get a divorce. I’m not sure exactly when but I slowly started to develop depression, I couldn’t take it anymore. I quit my job, school was a far off thought, I just gave up. I regret how much I let it take over my life because now it’s hurting me more than I would have ever thought, my future. I now know no matter what, I have to keep pushing my limits instead of letting them push me. I am determined to make necessary steps to improve every aspect of my…
Often times a person lives their life based on how their own family would see it. Whether it disappoints or makes their family proud, it is inevitable; a person’s family will forever remain an important factor in their life, actions and the consequences that come with it. In “The Idea of Ancestry”, the author Etheridge Knight writes a poem where it is obvious that he is guilty of his actions and the shame and hurt it brings to his loved ones. Knight is haunted by the faces of his loved ones in his cell, and it is symbolic of the guilt he feels as he sits in prison and contemplates on his bad choices and addiction to heroin.…
To start my family origin paper we have to go way back to 1976 when my parents met in Alamo, North Dakota; a town of about 200 people in the northwestern part of the state. They met while going through school playing sports, mainly basketball. Both were pretty good at the sport and won some awards and had chances to play more but decided to get married and start a family instead. Both grew up around the whole farming scene. My mom actually lived on a farm growing up and also as she started her own family. My dad lived in the small town but his grandpa had a farm not far from where he grew up and also helped a lot of the local farms in the area. So they grew up being hard workers through sports and also with the manual work that comes with the farming life.…
According to many family therapies, functional communication is viewed as the cornerstone of a successful, healthy family…
My family shaped my entire life. Yet, so did I. I went down a road that many do not travel on until they are teenagers or in their early twenties. I was born in Hayward, Ca. and lived there for about twelve years. In those twelve years, I went through a lot. I went to Palma Ceia Elementary School, constantly getting into trouble every day. My mother had been told by many teachers that I would never pass the sixth grade, let alone go to college.…
My great great great grandfather migrated to Hawaii during the colonial period (1900’s) due to cheap labor. He was recruited as a sugar cane farmer. He believed that the island offered better opportunities, a paradise of happiness and prosperity. At first, all he had ever wanted was to save money, buy a home, a farm, lands, and eventually, return back home and live comfortably. However, that did not materialize because our relatives and other family members ultimately Hawaii migrants too. Until one day, they all decided that all family members should move there also because of its great weather and better living condition compared to the Philippines.…
My dad left my mom five years ago for another women. The break-up was hard for everyone, but it wasn 't a surprise. Even though he did this horrible thing, he still continued to be in the lives of my brother and I. My mom felt very abandoned; she loved being in a marriage and her religious beliefs were very important to her; like not getting a divorce, or trying to work everything out no matter what. My parents had been married for thirteen years and they had always loved each other, but things were never equal in the marriage. My mom was always doing more than my dad, and I think that was the biggest problem in my parents ' relationship. My mom did the cooking, the cleaning, and taking care of the children, all while holding a full time job and going back to school. After the divorce, my mom decided to change her lifestyle, so we sold our house in Sumter to find a new start. Columbia offered a new start, new opportunities and a better environment, so my mom took it. I hated moving to Columbia. I became very stubborn; stopped playing soccer, a sport I knew that would take me somewhere in the future, I totally became secluded to myself and I never talked to…
Family History Essay During the hard times in the year of 1900, a beautiful baby girl named Catherine was born in Seneca, South Carolina. Catherine was my great-grandmother. She was a mixture of Indian and African- American. She was a caramel complexion with long, wavy black hair. By the age of two, Catherine?s father gathered her and her siblings together, put them all into a truck and moved to Cleveland, Ohio. Her father hoped for a better living in Cleveland rather than their unstable, prejudice, and segregated living in the South. Cleveland wasn?t as segregated and was known to have better job opportunities for Blacks back then.…
Growing up in a family with so much negative lectures only made me have less confidence in myself. It’s a shame to say but with all the smiles you see here I don’t do this when I am at home. There is no such thing as my parents are ever at fault, so there is never “I am sorry” from them. There are no such things as hugs, kisses, or even I love you. I was raised to show no affection. I know it’s like I am living the life of two people but in my house we have only strict conversatation only on school and how grades should always be improved. I don’t ever do well on test but I know I try my best for everything else to balance those. Yet it’s never good enough for my dad. Growing up being the oldest I have to get it the hard way whether or not I like it. I am a role model to my younger siblings. In my dad’s eyes I am a failure because his priorities are school. When he was a boy, he did well in everything he attended so he expects me being the same. By all means I try my best but yet that’s never good enough. We could be talking about cars and then it some how goes on to lectures about school. I have heard this since I was in kindergarten. Yet only a few years back was when my mom gave me a talk and she made all those years…