Personal Narrative Essay: My Dad

Experiencing severe neglect in the early years of life can be traumatizing for a child. In fact, Osofsky and Lieberman (2011) state that “children in the first five years of life are the most vulnerable to traumatic death and injury as the result of interpersonal violence, neglect, and accidents” (p. 120). This is the premise of the chapter “The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog”, from Dr. Perry’s novel of the same title. Dr. Bruce Perry is an American author and psychiatrist with extensive experience working with young individuals. In this chapter, the psychiatrist retells his encounter with a 6 year old boy who had been neglected during the first few years of his life. He narrates his first encounter with

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

She slid in and carefully shut the door behind her. Looking around the room, she saw her father working on some papers at his desk. He looked up and smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

My dad narrowed his eyes at me. He said, “I thought you said there weren’t any games yet?”

“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

I was thinking about what could I have done wrong. The room began to heat up and with a worried look I responded, “Okay.”

“That’s impossible,” Gage states bluntly in a voice devoid of any kind of emotion. He won’t allow himself to think about that day, still able to see the blood on the floor as he watches his mother being taken out of the junk shop. He can still remember her smiling at him and assuring him that everything was going to be okay.

“what happened ...are you ok…” my dad ask. I can tell he's trying to soothe me.

‘’ C’mon both my parents have gone totally crazy! There is no way in their dang mind that they can be falling for this prank.’’, i roll my eyes.

I didn't know what or why I was getting in trouble. I wanted to ask, but I wasn't sure if I was going to get in trouble for talking.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

I managed to get myself to the office, trying not to appear intimidated as I entered the front door. I immediately got a wave of relief when I saw my dad

“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.