Dora Poole- I Love My Life
I have been through a lot in my forty eight years of life. Some of the experiences have been extremely positive and others leave much to be desired. The study of Adult development theories will allow me to analyze the past and help me to describe the journey my life has taken. The combined experiences have brought me to “Love my Life” today, and to have great hope for my future. I grew up in San Francisco California, a town that doesn’t sleep. I loved the “city” It was not uncommon for us to be catching the bus at midnight and there to not be an empty seat. Being an urban city there were a lot of activities that we could be involved in for free. I took African dance classes and guitar lessons. I enjoyed singing in the school choir, and loved performing at the basketball games on the drill team. At age thirteen, I remember my parents started taking us on trips on the weekend to look at different houses. They had saved up money for a down payment and now wanted to buy a house instead of renting. They found one across the bay bridge in Hayward Ca. It was like culture shock for us because unlike San Francisco, Hayward was a quiet place where the buses stopped running at 7:30 pm. It seemed like we moved to the back woods because the small town only had one middle school in our area and they didn’t have a basketball team, much less a drill team. There was a fee for any extracurricular activities that we wanted to be in. I guess the idea was that if you can afford to live there, you should have money to pay the sports teams and dance classes that we got for free in San Francisco. My mother loved to keep us busy, believing that giving us multiple experiences would help us be well rounded, and help us decide on a career. In Hayward, she had to limit our activities and divide their limited funds between six children. The thing we found most different about Hayward was that there were very few African American families; in fact I was one of three girls in my entire school. In one of my classes, two boys would whisper “nappy” and throw things at my back. I was just getting interested in the opposite sex and from that experience I concluded that no boy in town would be interested in me. I spent a lot of time at my sisters’ house in Oakland, a more afro centric east bay city. I also took the train back to Frisco to be with my friends, until I became comfortable in my new surroundings. I established many wonderful friendships in Hayward and lived there until I was married and moved to Oakland then to Dallas Texas.
I always understood that my family was unique. I knew I was a foster child and I adored my parents, and appreciated the good life they gave me. We were always well dressed because Mama loved to shop for us. Any thing I ever said I wanted to do they went out of their way to make it possible. My parents didn’t buy toys throughout the year, but on Christmas and our birthdays, we got everything that we had hinted about through the year. I knew the members of my natural family. I loved my sibling, and never had any bad feelings about my natural parents because never when I was young I thought my natural mother just had too many children; she couldn’t afford to care for us so she had to give us away. Later, I learned that the police found us abandoned in our house. My oldest sibling was five years old, and I was the youngest at seven months old. We were taken into CPS custody to be placed in foster care. There was an established foster home that had space for four children, but there were five of us. They placed me in the home of a young couple that had just completed the process to be foster parents. Erik Erickson’s theory says that the first stage of psychosocial development is Trust vs. Mistrust. He teaches that if a caregiver meets the physical and...