My Family Essay

Family! Family! Family! Family can be a wonderful thing. It can be healthy or unhealthy. It can be functional or dysfunctional. Family means different things to different people. Some families are loving and close. Some families are mean, hateful, and distant. There are different types of relationships within a family unit. Relationships can be enmeshed, detached, or disengaged; these types of relationships are unhealthy. The family system can be open and homeostatic; these kinds of relationship are healthy. We are all born into different families with different situations. Sometimes life can be hard, with all of its facets and difficulties, and ups and downs. Looking at the past of one 's life can be a happy event for some, but for others, it can be tormenting to have to reminisce about the past.

As I endured the prospect of creating a genogram, I allowed myself to reflect and interpret the history and impacts that affected my family. During my review of my genogram, I was able to consider my family within a multigenerational, diverse, and socio-political context. By creating a genogram, a dialogue was started within my head and with my partner about which family traits, issues, strengths, and resiliencies made me who I am today. Subsequently, this dialogue made me aware that being raised in a small family has many advantages along with some disadvantages when acquiring information about influences and the history of preceding generations. Consequently, I did not have to contend with many conflicting recollections but I did have to rely mostly on my own memory, public records, and journals to piece together my genogram. Although all things discovered and recollected are not always fortunate on the surface, they subsist as basis to my personal resilience and strength as a gay man.

To a lot of people, having the same blood running through your veins, means a lot. To some it means that it automatically claims you to be family. Others may think being blood related means you’re more important to them then someone who may not be. But to me, blood has nothing to do with who you care about and who you consider family. It doesn’t shape you as a person and doesn’t define who you are going to be. I am adopted, therefore, most of my family and I do not share the same DNA. But I have learned that it doesn’t matter if you have the same color hair as your mother, or the same eyes as your father. What matters is the love and the care that people share for you, that’s what makes you family.

I remember our last goodbye, the last words exchanged, the ending of something beautiful. People you care about have big impacts on who you turn out to be. They guide you, teach you, protect you, love you, hurt you, but most importantly they are there for you. He was gone before I could even blink. And left me all alone. But family helped me through this journey and one day I hope to help others like others have helped me.

A few months ago, at family prayer my grandfather was having trouble with his leg and he was limping. My uncle decided to ask if we wanted to pray for him. All the kids got around my grandpa, and we put our hands on him and we prayed about his leg. When he got up his leg was still bugging him. After prayer my grandparents went home and went to bed. The next week, my grandma told us that after we prayed last week, they went home and went to bed, but the next morning he was walking perfectly, without a limp. That was one of the blessings that my family experienced this past year.

Intro: No one on this earth is created equally. If everyone was the same, Would we get along? No. Our Differences as humans cause us to create a discussion with other people, and get to know each other better through conversation. Also, understanding and respecting other people helps us grow .If we were all the same there would be nothing to learn about other people. We wouldn’t make friends. Finding something in common with someone creates a special bond because not everyone has that in common. Everybody has their own interests, preferences, and character traits. Not even twins are the same people, even though they are identical they develop their own interests. Nobody in this world is just like me, and nobody ever will be.

Family, when you hear that word what do you think? Most people will think of their siblings or parents, but family is more than that. A family is the people that help you grow up, learn, live, and much more. Your family is filled with people that we love the most and they create memories that last a lifetime.

This assignment covers a personally sensitive subject in my family, which is the dynamic, roles, and contributions of the family members. My family is, for a lack of better words, dysfunctional, toxic, and or chaotic. Of course, I did not realize this growing up, especially that it was all mainly due to the above subjects. I did not understand that not every family screams, fights, demeans, or condescends the way my family did until I started going over to other friends’ houses and getting to experience the vastly different dynamics. These past few years, most of my immediate family members and I have come to serious realizations about our family. It consists of my emotionally and mentally abusive, narcissistic, “main provider” father (Robert “Bubba”, 50 years old), my overly-coddling, superhero of a mother (Kelly, 49 years old), my combative, narcissistic, bold, unique older sister (Kayla, 24 years old), me, the overly emotional and sensitive, sarcastic, peacekeeping basketcase, (Abby, 20 years old), and two younger, misbehaving, shy, obnoxious, adorable twin sisters (Emma and Sarah, 11 years old.) My mom, dad, older sister, and younger sisters all live together in DeMotte, Indiana, and I live in a house in West Lafayette, Indiana, however, for the sake of this assignment, I will consider us all part of one household before I moved out on my own.

I consider myself very lucky based off the childhood I had, but, that doesn't mean everything was outstanding for me. I've had uncountable ups and downs, i've had friends that have come and gone, and school was definitely no ride for me. One thing I have had ever since I was a baby, is a one of a kind family, and I can guarantee you no one has one like this. My family is definitely not small in any means, one thing that makes this family so special is that we are not biologically related but related through putting our faith in Jesus Christ. We are one as a whole, but, the one thats had the major impact on me is our smaller family, and that small family would be none other than my church family.

All of my life all I ever wanted was to be accepted by my family. Both families said negative things about me all the time. My mother’s side of the family would say things like, “oh, she is crazy just like her father’s side”. In other words they were saying I was mentally challenged and had behavioral health problems. That was something I didn’t see, understand nor did I know anything about. Then my father’s side of the family would say things like, “oh, she is just like her mother’s side a whore sleeping around with men”. We know now where that came from because my father was married to someone else when I was conceived. Oh well, it is what it is.

I grew up in a very normal family with a mom, dad, one brother and three sisters. Since I’m the baby of the family, my mom stayed home until I started school. My mom worked in payroll and accounting, and my dad was a computer engineer. My brother is the oldest and did his best to tease all four younger sisters equally. He was very good at his “job”, but I knew he loved me because he opened doors for me and even braided my hair on occasion. My three older sisters watched out for me, especially my oldest sister; she became my second mom. My sisters fought a bit, but it wasn’t anything horrible or abnormal. We were a pretty happy family that did a lot of fun things together and were loved by our wonderful parents. At least that’s what I remembered, but there were times that I wondered if I was loved at all. Was I just the baby of five kids, five years younger than my closest sibling, and easily forgotten?

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another

Have you ever wanted something so bad and then once you got it, you realize it was not all that it was cracked up to be? When I was little, I wanted what every other little kid wanted, a sibling. I wanted a little brother to be exact. That is what I asked for every birthday and every Christmas, thinking my parents could just go to the store and buy one. Finally, one Christmas, my wish came true.

The first week of every August my family and I go to Leavenworth, Washington. We have been going for the past 10 years. We stay for a week. We love attending the live summer musicals. The “Sound of Music” has to be my favorite. Monday August 3, 2015 my family and I went to go play putt put golf at the Icicle Creek Inn. We played until my grandparents and my older sister arrived in town. When they arrived at the putt put golf, we finished our game. We sat down, talked and laughed. We decided to go back to our condo to swim. When we arrived at the condo my dad unlocked the door. My younger sister and dad and I were inside first. All of a sudden my older sister yells

When I was younger, my mom would rent out our basement room to single people she would work with in the military. I personally loved it because it meant that there were more people around I could harass into playing with me. However, I was always confused when I would hear my grandparents berate my mother for letting “those people” into our home. I remained confused, until I asked my mother what they meant, and why they were so angry. She described to me how “old fashioned” my grandparents were and how they didn’t believe in surrounding not only the family, but me in particular, with people who identified as ‘gay’. I sat quietly for a long time before my mother asked if I felt it mattered. I responded that I truly didn’t, and carried on with my activities for the day.