Personal Narrative: Child Abuse

    At 5:58 am my alarm went off like every teenager i hit the amazing snooze button. Wow i love that button. As the next nine minutes went by i just layed in bed thinking that it's friday and that the day is going to be great,but it's not.  As i get up to get things taken care of i started not feeling good. By 6:40 am i was walking to my bus stop. As i was walking on my dark road i notice that the bushes are moving and that there is a noise from an animal. I was thinking that it's just my imagination but it wasn't sadly. I can't go back home because i can't get a ride to school because my parent wasn't able to so i had to walk by this moving bush that's making noises (scary noises). As i pasted this bush i was thinking that it's

Suddenly I heard a noise right behind me. I turned around to see what it was knowing that it wasn’t an animal because they were either all in hibernation or moved south for the winter. I had no idea what to do, so I just ran, I ran, and ran threw the very small and overgrown path, hitting my face on the wispy branches that were hanging over the path, I felt my the blistering pain the broke out across my face and I threw up my arms to try and block it out. I realized right after that I made a huge mistake because being the klutz I am I tripped over a fall tree and scraped my knees, and rolled my ankle. I could almost see the small cabin that grandmother lived in, after stumbling along for a few minutes I realized that whatever was chasing me stopped, I only hoped that I would not lead them to the her cabin and get her hurt as

was present at home, my mother attempted to keep the peace. Emotionally, he would erupt in angry over the slightest things. At times, my father subjected violence against my brother and I. He physically abused my brother and emotional abused me. I recall that one night, when I was seven years old, my brother and father were arguing. In a rage, my father hit my brother repeatedly and once he was done hitting him. He threw my brother outside on the porch. I remember that night because it was freezing. My brother had no shirt on and my father locked him out. I cried and so did my mother. After ten minutes of my father blocking the door he eventually walked away and unlocked the door.

When I entered as a first time student at UB, I was also exiting an abusive relationship that had become violent. I had very little support and lacked financial resources. I began counseling at the counseling center at UB and continued with classes while also working to support myself. I experienced an overwhelming amount of anxiety and felt uncomfortable on campus from the presence of my previous partner who was also a student at UB. My grades slipped and the opportunity to withdraw passed.

No one ever considers who may have had an abusive past. Take for instants Kane Blacque, a successful and happy man from Edmonton, Canada. He is a loving husband with a wonderful job and a new puppy. However, few people realize that he suffered from child abuse from his own mother and multiple foster homes. Blacque’s mother mistreated her children so poorly that she had killed his baby sister. From that point on Blacque and his brother bounced from one foster home to the next. Blacque claims that he was abused emotionally, sexually, and physically at the various foster homes he lived in. He eventually ages out of the system, but that did not bring happy times. Blacque found his way into drugs, alcohol, prostitution, and he even tried to commit suicide multiple times. It took Blacque many years to find actual purpose in his life, but when he did he understood that the past made him into the person he is today. Blacque only brought up the painful memories of being abused as a child to Global News after a four-year old girl was abused to death in the care of a foster family. Blacque himself states that “social workers had noticed bruises on my arms, or burns-but nothing was ever done.” Blacque’s point is that the system he was in thirty-seven years ago, is still turning a blind eye to the abuse that is happening in foster homes. Very few people can make the slow recovery from abuse like Blacque could, however, many end up like the unfortunate four-year old. In

I jump and scream. As I get half way through the Woods I trip on root coming out of the ground. Scrapes are covering my knee, blood gushing! I limp my way through the woods tripping and falling as I go. I finally see the backyard of my house, but first have to get through the neighbor's yard. Hopefully that angry dog is locked up! I think to myself! But as I reach the neighbors yard I see the vicious, angry, horrifying dog standing there with his slobber all over his mouth Just staring at me. “Nice doggy” I said sweetly. But it doesn't work. He comes chasing at me only couple yards away! “ Bruno!” Yells the neighbors owner.”Stop this instant!” Bruno goes walking toward the man slowly. “Kenal! Now!” Bruno walks past me growling while walking toward his kenal. “Sorry about that,” says the owner. “Here i’ll help you home.” He says sweetly. As we approach the door, my mother opens it quickly. “What happened? Are you ok?” “Yeah.” I reply. “Well thank you!” “ No problem.” says the man. When I walk inside mom quickly cleans up my knee and sends me straight to bed. As I lay in bed I think of all the crazy things I did today. This was a day I would never

I have no human bed to sleep in, everybody else closes their doors, so I am left to sleep on a pile of clothes. I was so upset with her when she brought home another creature. You see I am a indoor cat, so I never go outside, like never. When the open the door to the outside door I just stare at it until someone closes it. So I have never seen another creature other than a human. So when I saw she had a box and inside contained a small white creature with red eyes, creepy, I got super scared and curious. I smelled it and I touched it! When I did I ran away. I heard her say, “ I saved him from being killed, they were going to euthanize him if I did not get him. Look at him he is the cutest rat ever!” I have no idea what euthanize is but I think the he can save himself. He is a rat, rhymes with cat, so that means he is must be related to cats. I still don’t like him,and sometimes I get the urge to just paw at him, but Cindy always gives me a look when I go near him, so she put him in one of the little human’s

The morning was cold cause the Furnace did not work which probably the reason the houses pay requirement was so low to buy. I got but of course my parents were gone to work already so I though maybe to Facebook my friends in Florida but my father did not know how to start the wifi so i proceeded into the basement to hook the network up. As i slowly stepped down the steep old stairs i began to see an array of board games very amused I tried to grab one but then a very dark feeling came over me and I felt way too sick to move. I lie there on the floor crying praying for the moment to end. Just then I awoke in the car with all of the luggage on our way the our cozy new yorkers

In the article, “Experiencing Child Abuse,” Dr. Kinard sought to understand the potential effects that physical abuse might have on the child’s emotional adjustment and development. In the introduction, Dr. Kinard expresses that her paper is going to explore the impact of the abuse experience of children, as well as subsequent interventions on the emotional development of the abused children. Though she states that during her research she tested both abused and non-abused children the research and findings that she will discuss, are only pertaining to the sample of child abuse victims. There was no clear hypothesis stated within the introduction.

Growing up, I lived in a small community where poverty was an issue. Within the low-income community, drugs, crime, and education lacked. There were many people unemployed, lacked health coverage, and financially unstable. One of the major issues in the community was the use of illegal drugs. The substances damaged people's lives, due to addiction. The drugs included heroin, marijuana, and cocaine; the list can go on and on. From future football players to basketball players, I watched all these superstars turned their lives upside down. I watched players that had the privilege to play for top universities lose their scholarships because of the use of illegal substances. I even watched one of my own, my uncle.

If you really want to know about my traumatic childhood, it all started in a small town outside of Philadelphia. I was around 9-10 years old at the time and we lived about right in the middle of a forest. There was no clear patch of open field to be found. You would think there were many animals around too, for living in the middle of nowhere, but the coolest thing you 'd find was a lost deer now and then. Anyway, the incident took place on a cool night in the middle of July. I was in my crappy two-story house in bed. I remembered the wind to be wild that night and of course the walls of the house were as thin as paper, so it sounded like a tornado was forming outside. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I went to get a glass of milk.

Words thrown at emotions like sharp knives. Concerned stares, but no offers of support. Limited time spent with loved ones. Pain masked behind melancholy, tear-filled eyes. Escaping the “security” of one’s home at any cost. Death knocking on the door as the only solution. Domestic violence often presents itself in homes across the world. According to The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, a woman is abused by a domestic partner every nine seconds. Due to the abuse these women encounter, depression and suicidal thoughts often occur. These fragile women battle a person who should be their Prince Charming, but instead, he creates their Happily Never After, just like the movie title. After my aunt committed suicide, a situation

First of all I feel like the whole complete unit of child protective workers here was complacent. They didn't take the time to pay attention or observe the adopted boys. Or they simply didn't care what was happening to them in the home. No electricity for five months or no food in the refrigerator should have been a red flag, that these children weren't eating. I know these workers are extremely busy at times and can miss things, but not over the course of this time period. Sounds like to me, Vanessa and Raymond Jackson painted a picture of being the perfect family. After all, the pastor believed in them enough that he posted bond for them. Could it also be possible they were friends with some of the social workers or maybe someone higher

Walking inside felt depressing no talking, laughing just sniffling. The feeling of the house was weird and gloomy, like it was haunted. Usually I would feel comfortable, not so much this time. I walk to the entrance of the hallway, I look left where the bright kitchen was and the living room, where the body was still lying there with paramedics around him. I look right there were two rooms that way, my aunts room, then my cousins room. Walking past my aunts room you could hear her in a deep cry, Jordan was just in his room, on his bed in the dark. I sat next to him, tears tickled my cheek as they traveled down my face. Seeing him like this was just heartbreaking, I know telling him everything was going to be alright was just a big fat lie, so I place my hand on his back and tell him that I love him and I will always be there by his side through this dark time and for the rest of his life. It was hard for me to try and comfort him when I myself was sad and crying but, I had to think about what was

After I heard her go down the steps I looked up and saw the door just barely open with the suitcase outside.My heart broke inside all I’ve done here and now I have to leave to “nana’s” which will be just so fun. I grabbed my backpack and filled it with some food another set of clothes and some money and I walked out the front door. I don't really know if my mom saw me but I really don't care. Once I was out of the building I started to run down the sidewalk until I reached the deli. There I bought some more snacks I also checked my backpack to make sure I have my key to the apartment. I walked around the town and then I heard police sirens and they pulled right into the apartment building's parking lot. I got scared inside thinking that my mom thinks that I ran away. Which I did. I saw my mom come outside of the building and started to talk to the police. I noticed that my mom glanced over and spotted me, she pointed where I was and the police started to run over. That's when I made a mad dash and started sprinting. I was afraid that I would get arrested but If I could get away then I can live off what I have until Tuesday. That night I was able to escape but now I am heading into the building to grab some more of my belongings. As I walked into the apartment I realized that my mom wasn't even here and I found that all her stuff was here but she left her key and her phone. I started to think where would she go with out her phone and her key. I went into my room and all my