Family Interview Research Paper

I interviewed three different family member of all different age that have experienced my family culture in their own way. For my interview I interviewed My mother Okala Mundeke. She is originally from the Democratic Republic of Congo but she moved to America when she was 35 years old and she is now 50 years old. She has grown up mostly in Congo so she has a strong knowledge of our heritage and family history since she was around it more.. My sister Emmanuella Kalonda she was born in the congo but has little memory of it since she was less than a year old when she came to america. she is currently sixteen years old. But she was raised with my mother learning about family and our culture. My next candidate is my other sister Jocelyn Fetner

I was born in Northern, New York, about forty miles from the Canadian border in a wasteland of a town called Carthage, sixty miles from the nearest walmart. My mother, now Louise Percy, is ex-navy and worked for the federal government on Fort Drum until she retired ever since I was born. My father, Donald Bishop, was a beauty. He was in and out of prison all his life, including juvenile. He was imprisoned much through my baby-toddler stage and when he wasn’t imprisoned he jumped from construction job to construction job, drinking and smoking marijuana heavily until the day he died, last May 28th. I was born into a household with my mother, father, brother and half-sister for the first few years in my life. My half-sister skipped town after developing a heroin addiction and my father drove my mother psychologically insane until she ended up in a psych ward and we spent a few weeks with my grandmother (father’s mom) until she was released. My mother and father split up and my father never fought for custody nor paid child support. My mother had been a single mom for ten years

During my parent interview many of the parents had a different idea of what was stimulating for their child. All the parents, however, realized the importance of stimulating their child during play especially as an infant. The parent’s children ranged from six months to 5 years old (Derryberry, Boster, & Lashae, 2015). This also shows that the parent can have varying opinion based on what their child needs in that particular developmental period. All the parents were extremely concerned with what the child was getting out of play. They also agreed anything educational always was better than what the child in question may want. I think that especially come into play for toddlers, because they are trying to interact with the environment even in stores.

Our culture helps shape the type of people each of us become and the course we take throughout our lifetime. With a variety of cultures comes an unlimited array of life experiences which include similarities and differences between all groups of people. It is important to learn of another person’s experiences which will help expand our understanding of the world we live in. In order to get this understanding, I chose to interview a woman named Isabella who comes from a family that originated outside the United States. When her mother was still a child, she made her way from Mexico to the United States with her family in search of better opportunities. Her father was born in Spain and met her mother when visiting in the United States. Growing up in a home with two separate cultures helped Isabella become a well-rounded person and accepting of other

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

For the professional practice interview, I interviewed Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist, Joe Exnowski. He has been working with my population of interest for the past four years. He works with an array of students dealing with anxiety, depression, stress, and substance use and abuse. In addition, to working with this population across different college campuses, he also works with couples in private practice. I conducted a 15-minute interview in which we had the opportunity to explore the pros and cons about working with this specific population more in particular, in regards to alcohol use and abuse.

When I was 2 my mother left me at the Philippines with relatives and I never saw her for eons until 2007 when she came to take us to America. Arriving to America meant that I was leaving my friends and the people I knew and cared for. I'm not going to go into detail for most of the parts but to cut it short I'll ask you a question dear reader, Have you ever been abused or bullied perhaps both? If you have then you already know how it feels like to be hurt by the people you trust or classmates trying their best to harm you for reasons that no one knows perhaps jealousy or just pure hatred. My mother started abusing my brother and I when we arrived to America for reasons we didn't know before. My mother had Bipolar and Diabetes, so her moods was off the charts. Now for my step father ((Whom is in jail now)) he started occasionally touch me and threatened me that if I ever told anyone that he was going to do far more worst things to my family. This lasted til 2013, my mother would occasionally leave due to her and my step father arguing this meant that my mother would be leaving my brother and I with him alone, but this time was different it was my mother and I

There was always a problem in my mind that my parents never came to support me. I always begged them to come see me, until one day my mom said to me “ you're pathetic and making a fool out of yourself”. Over those words i became very distant from everyone and changed me forever like don miguel described “ you were put in a spell over the word”. I became very shy and antisocial. I let any opinion get to me.

Throughout my life I never really had parents; coming home to a drug abuser who was constantly zoned out was a normal day. I wasn't loved or even thought of as a child. My biological parents never once came to my awards or conferences. I used to lie to my childhood friends and say that my parents had to constantly work. In reality they didn't care at all.As a child I had both of my parents; when I grew up everything collapsed. I was in 7th grade when I realized that my life would change dramatically. My biological mother fell deeply into drugs, as for my biological father he left without saying anything. At the age of 12 , I was placed with a family friend, while my biological mother was in rehabilitation.

Family can be very influential in the decisions that we make whether by persuasion, support, or other means. The person I interviewed is Dr. Gutierrez, the director of the Symphony Orchestra and the Director of the Center for Latin American Music Studies at TCU. He was born in Ibague, Colombia, in 1957. He went to the Conservatorio de Música del Tolima, where he got his high school and bachelor’s degree at the same time. Then he went to Illinois State University to get his master’s degree in composition and conducting, and then to the University of Colorado to get his doctoral degree in orchestra conducting.

While my grandfather, Frank Smith, and my great-grandmother, Jeannette Smith, were alive they resided in my home. I never met my grandmother, Georgie Smith, as she passed away when my mother was seven.

Are there any rules or specific roles you have set with your family to help incorporate a more functional routine?

My earliest moments of memory are of me in a bar. I never sat in that stool again after one particular night. My mom “buzz kill” came in the bar and flipped. My dad was very intoxicated, and my mom was not having it. She cursed my dad out, got in his face, and was out. Dragging me out of the bar with her I remember my dad chanting, “I’m free. I’m free”. My mom cried a lot that night. Her tears were not shed in front of me but in the shower. She would cry in that shower for a long time, and then come sleep with me. I slept with her up until the age of around 10. I would be so upset with my dad the day after he spent hours at the bar, but I always apologized to him for being mad. My mom and him had “words”, and he sobered up… kind of. There was a lot more to my dad’s alcoholism, but my mom shielded me from a majority of it. After my dad drastically changed his life, we got hella close. We bonded even more after my mom started poppin’ pills. “I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down.” She took pain pills, sleeping pills, my grandma’s pills, my grandpa’s pills, or basically any pills she could. I didn’t understand it, I still don’t. I still think its because I wasn’t good enough for

If I had the opportunity to interview anyone in my family, it would my Grandma. She was born in Spain and lived there most her life. I would ask her about the Spanish culture and what it was like to live there, what she wore, what she ate, where she lived and what her friends and family were like. I love Spain and it would so much fun to learn all about it!

When I was fourteen, my mother started using drugs and altering her thinking from rational thoughts to complete delusions. My mother had pressed charges on my father that got him taken out of the home, she knew he would protect Karlee (my sister) and I. I went to the guidance counselor one day in an attempt to save my sister and I. This resulting in CPS getting involved and we lived with my grandmother for a couple months. We were getting up at 4:30 a.m. to make it to school on time. Eventually, we were allowed back with Karlee’s dad, my stepfather and we have been living with him ever since. Now, he is my legal guardian. At first, I was upset with my mother, but now I use my experiences as a motivating