Personal Narrative: Child Abuse

that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .

On Friday, March 4 around 2:15pm my friend Iris and I decided to drive around to look for a park with children interacting to start our observations. We visited around six parks that varied on their components and locations but had no luck of three children interacting with each other. Most of the them were empty and the few other ones had a few children interacting more with parents or by themselves than with other children. At this point we reasoned that children must be in school causing the parks to be empty.

The conflict Catherine has with her parents over the time and energy that is left over for her is a valid issue for her parents. The biggest worry for parents are the bills. Household finances are an issue children never consider. Catherine and David's dad still has to work constantly to keep food on the table, and make sure all the family's needs are met.Catherine and David's mother has to work from home part time so they can also manage financial needs,while most of the day she is taking care of David. "Dad works all the extra hours he can, even on Saturdays, so mom can afford to work part time at home. She used to have an office downtown, but David got kicked out of daycare, so now she runs her tax preparation business from our spare bedroom. (35)

On Thursday January 26, 2017 I was absent due to the fact I had encountered with the stomach flu or also know as gastroenteritis, an infection of the stomach and intestines. The side effects are: nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, stomach pain, cramping, fever, and a headache. That morning I all of those side of effects and I could not get out of the toilet. Consequently, I am a commuter who lives thirty minutes away from school and it was impossible for me to go to even one class that day. I soon realized that I was getting worse throughout the day and needed to get medicine. My cousin Kristen had picked up medicine for me and made me a little better. Thankfully by Saturday I was fully recovered and I will continue to attend this class hopefully

My life flashed before my eyes. I knew I couldn’t stop. I froze. I crashed. I woke up. On March 13th 2011, I had an accident. I woke up in a pool of crimson mud and snow, and I could see my right cheek in the corner of my eye. I slid my tongue across my teeth, and cringed in fear as I felt the abnormality inside my mouth: every tooth right of my nose was misshapen, and my front teeth were halfway out of my mouth. I was missing another. I thought God had tried to kill me, and I was irrational. I couldn’t move. I had slid off the ice covered ski path and off into the woods.

Whether you are successful or not depends on what the definition of success is to you. Not everyone has the same perspective. Do you find your happiness in how much money you make or do you find it in your moral surroundings? Many people have it easy; they grow up in a nice, wealthy family and are looked upon as “better than”, even if they are not the best type of personality to be around. Others, however, have a much more difficult time, being raised by those who do not have as much to offer to their children but offer as much as they possibly can to keep them alive and well. These people have to adjust to what they have come to know and rise above these disadvantaged backgrounds they experienced for so long. The differences are in how

It was 3 years ago when I was diagnosed with Pectus Excavatum, a condition in which the breastbone sinks into the chest. 1 in every 400 births have it. My condition over the years began to get worse, reducing my ability to participate in sports. The feeling of being exhausted everyday started to hit me as time passed. After finally being diagnosed, my mom took the initiative to schedule my surgery date on June 8,2015. I had asked myself “What if something goes wrong?”, over and over creating this emotion of vulnerability inside me. This feeling that I had never fallen victim to, brought me to a time of reflection. Reflection on the life that I had lived up to that point. The question "What if I don't make it out of this? Is not a common question for someone my age, at least I don't know anyone who has had to ask this of themselves.

This paper investigates three published articles that had summarized results of research based on early life trauma and its association with unhealthy coping methods. All three articles, however, conducted research looking for different factors for varying unhealthy coping methods and health concerns . Lee, Tsenkova, & Carr (2014) had conducted research on the theory that childhood trauma affects the risk of developing metabolic syndrome in adulthood. Ian Colman, Yasmin Garad, Yiye Zeng, Kiyuri Naicker, Murray Weeks, Scott B. Patten , Peter B. Jones, Angus H. Thompson, and T. Cameron Wild (2013) did research that concluded that childhood trauma is linked to both depression and heavy drinking in adulthood. Sarah F. Eames, Alina Suris,

As I progressed in middle school, teachers noted how distant I was with my peers. They did not see a child was in need, but one who was not engaged in class. They saw me as the problem. The school, in its wisdom, decided in a more clinical fashion, “I did not play well with others”. They sent me to therapy to find out why I, in their view, was not interested in making friends with my classmates. As a child who did not understand the social skills of children, I was put into a place devoid of anyone my age.

On Monday, I met C2 and his father in the waiting room and asked them to follow me to the adult therapy room in order to explain what happened during the evaluation, his results, and why I looked at those areas. I felt it went fairly well; however, I was nervous that I did not explain areas thoroughly or messed up in some area. After the conference, I showed Mr. B to the therapy room and C2 to the child therapy room. We sat at the table and I let him choose which game to start with. We got through two activities this session, which I felt they went fairly well.

Honestly my childhood did not go so well when i was little, I didn't have a precious childhood like some of these other kids had, Because when i was about 1 month old, my momma was on drugs and and she brought me to my grandma’s front porch and knocked on her door and told her here take her because i'm living in my car, and i can’t take care of her, all i had on was a onesie and some socks on, when it was winter, and so my grandmother took me, and i grew up with her every since.

In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you.

    It is unbelievable how the life of one person could deeply affect others in such a sufficient way. Learning from a helpless child to be caring and compassionate is such a beautiful experience that personally shaped who I am now. If it weren’t for Olivia’s innocence and curiosity, among other traits, I would not have changed for the better. As her love for swimming, catching lizards, and pretending to be Disney Princesses grow, so will my

What I learned about my ability to work with young children is that they need a level of patience for them to work through the problem on their own. I also learned that for the child to be most engaged you have to make it interesting for them to learn, and that children tend to have a short attention span, especially when doing math over a long break. For Ezra we made a deal that if we would complete all the math questions to the best of his ability then we would spend some time playing outside. By interviewing Ezra I found that addition comes pretty easy to him and that math is one of his favorite subjects in school. I learned that at this age children prefer to turn simple subtraction questions into addition questions and round the numbers up to 10’s for easier mental math. If I was going to do this again I would ask

I went outside to see what the view was like from the backyard. A fence surrounded an acre of yard with a swing set and sandbox ready to be enjoyed. There in the back of the property was a newly built shed that my parents built. They argued about every aspect of that building and wanted it to look perfect. I even helped paint it white. I was only five years old at the time but my mother’s constantly said “you’re never too late to learn how to set goals.” I only had one secret goal to grow up and matter to the world and stop moving all the time. At my young age of five this was my 8th house and neighborhood. I had a sense of being an outsider at school but especially in my family.