Independence-Personal Narrative

Dialectical tensions are important to practice and understand in order to maintain healthy relationships. There are three that are the most useful in my everyday life. They are autonomy verses connection, novelty verses predictability, and openness verses protection. I also use the three strategies of cyclic alternation, segmentation, and disqualifying to ease the dialectical tensions in life. I think it is important to know how to understand and work through these dialectical tensions in order to maintain healthy relationships.

While walking nearly to the edge of the village I noticed something extraordinary, there was an astonishing man. He turned to face me, and started walking towards me. The man had some dissimilar characteristics. I felt as if I was going to be in jeopardy, I could not

You can’t see inside, but… Oh god. The implications of what this means hit you all at once, and you can’t breathe. You can’t move. You’re frozen in fear. You wonder if you should alert the bus driver. On the one hand, you don’t want to let this creep escape with his… captive. But you realize that to get to the driver, you would have to pass him, and you don’t know or want to think of what he would do to you on your way.

Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never

I fell to the floor and scrunched my eyes closed. He kept mumbling that same sentence in that same voice. I started crying and begged him to go away but he just got closer and closer until I felt him crouch next to me. I kept on crying and begging him to go away. He didn't and I felt him grab my chin and pull it towards him

I belivie that in the past and even today men are seen as the stronger sex. They are the ones who make the destions and control most things. This fact makes me want to work more harder and stronger to be able to take care of my self. I see my self as being able to be independent and deserve to be happy. And I want everyone to to feel and see themselves this way. I'm also fully aware that I'm not quite ready to be completely independent. My age has a lot to do with that. Most people wouldn't rent out an apartment at 17 years old. But as I continue to grow and change I will become more mature and capable of reaching that leaves of independence.

I wanted to respond to this post due to fact that we have similar thoughts about independence. I have always been the one in my family to be strong and independent. I would never want to burden my family where they would have to do everything for me. If I can’t do normal things such as walking, talking and feeding myself life is not worth living. All of take so many things for granted. I appreciate all the wonderful privileges we have as a human being. Being able walk, talk, feed myself and breath every day is speechless.

He seems to not believe me but this man I met at the gym has been following me ever since I met him. “louis I swear there is a man after me, I have been seeing him at night, I really think he is trying to kill me”

Being that i am getting older in age my declaration to you is that i get more freedom and to liberate. I'm writing this because i find it unfair that my brother had more freedom than me at the age of 16. I believe that with the same amount of freedom gave in to my brother and sister i will be more social and a more pleasant person to have around. I will gain more of a personality.

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

I started walking around my neighborhood on a daily basis around the same time every time. And the first time as I was walking down a street in my neighborhood I noticed a man was barefoot and was sitting on the sidewalk, as I passed by him I could feel him staring at me the whole time not breaking any form of contact I ignored it thinking I would never see him again. But on the second day of my walk I saw him again in the same exact spot and the exact same thing happened I ignored while he started. This continued on the fourth and fifth day of my walks. And on the sixth day I told myself if he kept starting I was going to stare right back at him not caring if I felt uncomfortable. And just as I was approaching the exact stop the man was usually at I did not see him I figured he was gone but as I kept walking down the street I noticed someone standing in the middle of the street and it was the exact same man except this time he had a dress shirt one and some nice jeans but was still barefoot. As I was walking by some cars drove by and had to drive around him because he would not move he did not even flinch he did not care that he could possibly get hit. I stood somewhere he couldn’t see me and watched him for a couple minutes and the gentlemen did not more not once he just stood in the middle of the street and stared blankly at everyone that passed by whether the where in a car or passing by

As a military dependent, I have experienced adversity that the average person may never have to encounter. However, without these hardships, such as deployments and constantly moving around the country, I could not say that I would be the same person. For the better part of my life, I have been a caretaker, housekeeper, student, and sometimes the third parent. Although at first glance it seems overwhelming and near impossible to ask so much of an emerging adult, I have grown in confidence and I have a steady moral fiber as a result.

It was around 4 o’clock on a temperate fall day, and I was lying on the couch unwinding and scrolling through my phone after a long day. Suddenly, my mother burst through the door leading to the garage screaming my name.

Along with many other Zers, independence is my “thing”. Since I was a little kid, I’ve had to pave my own way through life. My older brother and sister were always competitive with each other, but I couldn’t do everything they were doing because I was younger; I stuck to playing dolls by myself instead of playing sports with my siblings. I don’t really play with dolls anymore; however, I do not want to go to Marquette University and major in business like my older siblings. To my parents dismay, I also dread having to do things other people want me to do. I am always being told to clean my room or to do the dishes, and the very fact that I’m being told what to do makes me not want to do it. This is also seen when I’m told I can’t do something,

When I arrived from church, I texted Sebastian that I had came back. Ten minutes after the text, he was at the front of my door. We both went outside and knocking on our other friends doors to call them outside. While we were outside playing Hide-n-Seek, my friends and I noticed a man that continuously walked passed by us. He walked by us looking at us so many times that it seemed odd and uncomfortable. To see if he was actually following us we decided to go to the other side of our apartment complex. For the first five minutes we didn’t notice him until we saw him coming towards us. We all looked at eachother with fright and we didn’t want to run away because we didn’t want to show the man that