Bioecological Model Of Early Childhood

The lives of children are greatly influenced by the environment they grow up in, and the people they come in contact with. For years, psychologists, researchers, and social workers have studied children, and why they do what they do. All have developed many different perspectives on how to view social problems and the development of individuals.

The psychological effects of one’s childhood experiences can have a huge toll on the person we blossom into in life and that was the divorce of my two parents at the age of six. Growing up with an alcoholic father has had an outstanding impact on my self-worth. I could never see myself opening up to others; I could never be my true self in front of anyone except for a few people that have supported me through it all. I’ve always wondered over the period of my life that there was a reason for my father’s actions and why my father wasn’t there through the most important events throughout my sister and I’s lives.

It is difficult for researchers to isolate specific causes of child behaviour because each child’s environmental settings and values are different from one to another.

I came home one day to see both of my parents sad. As a third grader, I didn’t completely understand at the time, but my father had been laid off from the job he’d had since his teenage years. My father had started at the age of eighteen as a student worker at Southern Miss, and after years of hard work he had been promoted to the manager of shipping and receiving on campus. When the recession struck, the need to save money resulted in his position being terminated. My father was without a job. My father loved that job and when he lost it, he changed. He found a new love, alcohol. He let his love for alcohol become an addiction. He would do anything for alcohol; he even had secret stashes when my mom had removed all the prior alcohol from the house. Quickly my father became a violent drunk and began to routinely beat my mother and me. He became unstoppable; no person could get him back on track so my mother, in an attempt to keep me safe, removed him from the house. Even my mother’s best efforts weren’t always enough, as my father constantly broke into our house. One day my mother and I came home and my father was waiting in our den with a gun. We walked in, he pointed the gun at us, and then back at himself. He couldn’t decide to kill my mother, himself, or just all of us. He had more hatred in his eyes

Children of pre-school age through to adolescence are at the stage were parents begin teaching them

Humans go through an incredible amount of physical, emotional, social, and intellectual development during their lifetime. Preschoolers demonstrate improvement in these areas every single day, and are constantly learning and growing. Two of the preschoolers, Alanna and Sadie, exhibit their strengths and weaknesses with these skills every day. When we chose two children to observe, the first child I noticed was Alanna. She seemed to have all the other children surrounding her, and never left another little girl’s side. Later that day, I noticed how Sadie always volunteered to answer every question, and gave off the impression of being very intelligent. Alanna did not appear to be very smart, and Sadie seemed to lack social skills. They appeared

The classroom was designed for early intervention for children who qualified due to behaviors that needed prevention from manifesting later in childhood and adolescents. Researchers report alarming increases in the number of young children

Instead, she planned an intervention with a counselor. She also arranged for her, my sister, my brother, and myself to go to counseling. During these sessions I remember not saying much because I did not like expressing my feelings for my dad with anyone, let alone someone I did not know. Besides, how was I to explain that I hate my dad, but longed for a loving relationship with him? Burying my feelings felt like the best thing I could do at the time. My mom had once mentioned that I “faded into the woodwork” meaning I would disappear to my room because I did not want to be a part of the chaos. The intervention ended up being unsuccessful causing us to move out for awhile. We moved back home with my dad promising he would do better at controlling his addiction. Things did get better for awhile, but not for long. It started going down hill once again, my hatred for him and his addiction grew more and more as time went on. He never understood how much his actions affected not only me but everyone else around him. My mom was so generous, giving him chance after chance, hoping he would change his mindset and get help with his awful

I decided to choose a timeline as the representation of my early childhood development. I recognized that there were too many important events in my life that have shaped me into the person that I am today. Each of these events and people who have impacted me the most are equally essential catalyst towards my development from a child into a young adult. Placing each of these events into chronological order made it less challenging to understand and comprehend. I decided to use the Dynamic Systems Perspective, Vygotsky’s Sociocultural Theory, and The Ecological Systems Theory to explain my timeline and the events throughout my life.

Sitting in the small white room with my mother and sister that night I clasped my hands tightly in my lap and looked down. We were in the basement of a homey yet outdated Lutheran church that hosted an Al-anon group every Tuesday. Chairs were set neatly in a circle and as people started to filter in there were many hugs exchanged. I had come reluctantly to Al-anon not expecting much. I knew my relationship with my step-dad could never be fixed. I felt sad, angry, and quite frankly, I felt bad for myself. Although my mom, dad, and stepdad were all alcoholics, they had all been sober for some twenty years or so. That being said, I still knew alcohol never released its grip on a family. A nice looking older lady came up to my sister and I and

Before I go deeper into the effects, I need to talk about the cause. My father was an alcoholic.Since the day I was born, the day my brother was born, hell since the day my parents met, my father had an addiction. My mother, being the saint she is, tried to look past that. Before I was born, my father had gotten clean. It seemed like life was perfect. My parents were happy, my brother was happy, everyone was happy. But it seems like that all changed when i came into the picture. My father drank heavily while I was a child. He would come home hammered, have a screaming match with my mother, which even though she won the fight, she never won the battle. I remember when I was in the 3rd grade, my father came home from another night of drinking, which came naturally to me at this point, but something was different this time. I heard the doorbell at 416 AM, and i answered it. The only image I saw was my father with blood covering every single particle of skin it could. My

Humans learn the ‘norms’ from an early age by observing the interaction in adult mentors such as parents and teachers. Neural plasticity issues or inappropriate experiences may cause developmental concerns during early childhood. Else-Quest

The article from the Journal of Child Psychology & Psychology from 2004, written by David Fergusson, Nicola Swain-Campbell and John Horwood, is a very educational piece. In a very scientific way, reporters

"If you want to see stupid, look in the mirror". My memory of my dad for the past eighteen years has either been of a seemingly just impatient and mean person or of a person who has a horrible attitude due to his addiction. There are many things that can plague a person's life with hurt, but the one thing that gets me is the fact that I have an alcoholic father. It's been a difficult life with alcohol addiction because my dad's personality began to change for the worse, different parts of my life have been affected negatively, and I never met my grandfather due to his own addiction.

When I reflect on my life from birth to the age of five, I have very different memories and experiences than most. I would say almost all of the students in this class reflect upon a happy childhood, which wasn’t the case for me. My mother was an alcoholic and my father was an alcoholic and drug user. I am very glad that I don’t remember everything that happened, but I do remember some pretty key moments in my life. The first thing that I remember was my brother and I being left unattended for a majority of the first five years. Since both of my parents were addicts and had “needs” often times they would not come home for periods of time. I was left to attend to my brother who is two years younger than me. Aside from being left alone, my mother was also abusive. I remember one Christmas I had opened a present early and hid it. When I refused to tell my mother where it was she beat me and threw me against the bed where I hit the frame. This wasn’t the only time I can remember my mother getting violent with me, just one of the worst. My younger brother started to take on the same tendencies that were exhibited by my mother. One afternoon my mother forced me to take a nap with her. She had her arm around me so I couldn’t leave. My brother and I were bickering and he ended up throwing a knife at me. It hit me in the head and I had to go to the emergency room and get stitches right above my eye. I often wonder how my brother and I survived. My parents were reported to