Personal Narrative: Family And Emotional Abuse

An interesting event occurred early Saturday morning near the town square in Pittman County. A tractor tire exploded and blew a man onto the top of a Standard Oil sign. The man’s name will be kept anonymous to protect his identity, and we are happy to report that the man is alive, although he attained some injuries, and it is possible that he will have permanent damage to his hearing.

Well, I would have to say you’re doing good job of hiding it because I don’t think anyone else knows besides me, and you have my word I won’t tell anyone. Can I ask you about it or is that a no zone? How are you feeling tonight? The reason why I told you about me is because that was the first time in a long time that I had a full-blown PTSD problem come up and I felt I needed to explain myself because I directed my anger out on you and I don’t want you think, I am someone who I am not. That day I hit a low point that came with consequences, but I believe I brushed myself off and moved past it for now.

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

“You are as dumb as a doorknob.” “You will never be smart.” These are just a couple of harsh phrases I heard during my childhood. Along with the mental abuse, there was physical abuse. My dad was never around when I was young. He was always traveling for work, or didn't come home until late at night. My mom was verbally and physically abusive during the day, then when my dad came home, my mom would tell him made up stuff that happened during the day. We would then receive a beating from my dad. It was routine; bending over his office desk, getting hit with a 2x4 on the backside. Depending on what my mom told him, it would sometimes result in my brother or I being sent up to our room while the other one was thrown against a wall and beaten.

Due to my spouse illness I had to resign from my Federal job. Since my spouses death my monthly income change from $2600 to $1800. My husband failed to sign up for Survivor Benefits Plan from his retirement. So with this, I am not receiving income from his Navy retirement. So now, most of our monthly bills are past due. I am requesting a review for mortgage assistance. My monthly debt payments are excessive and I am over extended with my creditors, Debt includes all credit cards and other debts. I do not have any cash in reserve, including all liquid assets are insufficient to maintain my current mortgage payment and cover basic living expenses at the same time. My house has been up for sale since September 2016 by owner and now I am

I never thought I would be raising three kids on my own. From the time my children started walking, I had behavior problems. You could tell “No” a hundred times. The most I saw while they were toddlers was biting, and smacking each other. When they were toddlers I used to take them to work with me. I remember pulling the pack and play out while I was working. I had no other option, because I had to pay the bills. My son, Zackery had a rough toddler stage. He was kicked out of 3 day cares, for being mean to the other kids. I had to keep teaching him, how to share. As I moved passed those years with Zackery it was the teenage years. I hated those years. My son Zackery gave me the most problems at this age. At age 13, Zackery got arrested for stealing cars, and spent many nights Locked up. These problems went on for about 2 years. The last time, Zackery got arrested he was sent off for 6 months. At that point of being a mother, all I saw was sadness. Natchez Trace is a Facility that Zackery was sent to for 6 months. The counselors there found out Zackery was Bipolar, and (ADHD)

I am going to talk about my trouble . I was not outgoing when I was a child . I was not nice to strangers . I was unable to leave their but my mother was trying to make me outgoing person . She was taking me to park to play with children , but I was crying when approaching me one . Then i was entered school and my mother was to go with me in the first days . Then let me go alone

It was May of 2015 that I happened upon an internship opportunity while visiting friends during a feast at San Felipe Pueblo in New Mexico. My friend made sure to inform me that the gentleman seated directly across, at the other end of a very long table, was the clinical director of the counseling center at the Santa Fe Indian School. “You should go say hello” my friend encouraged with a wink and a nudge that read more like, “we talked about this, go ask him for a job!”. I felt that a decision had to be made, ask for the chance at an internship I want, or shy away and make an official application, perhaps to another agency. Resourcing from my self-confidence I made my introduction, which led to an interview the following week, resulting in an offer, and acceptance for an intern art therapist

On April 15, 2014, my mother, Marie, was admitted to Houston Medical Center in Warner Robins, Georgia for major depressive disorder or clinical depression, dysthymic disorder, anxiety disorder and panic disorder. This was a complete surprise to me and my family because we didn’t recognize the warning signs leading to my mother being admitted to the hospital for treatment. She would remain in the hospital for a week before being released.

Hi Greg, It was nice speaking with you on Friday at Gahagan Park. I hope you continue to recover from injuries so you can move forward with you goals. Per our conversation, I have attached a few resumes for your review with my contact information listed on them. Please feel free to contact with any questions that you may have for me. I do look forward to hearing from you.

He never thought of how it would affect me later in life. For years I put up with verbal abuse and saw my mother physically abused. Knowing that the only protection that I was suppose to have in that house was the person I needed protection from. Growing up I let people walk over me because he led me to believe I had no value or I was a toxic vessel on the world. In a world filled with people, I felt alone with no direction. I worried what he was going to say or do next to make me feel worthless. Most girls ,by there dad ,were told inspirational things but for me I was told obnoxious statements. Your room is the safest place in your house , mine was the place of question - why me, why my family. No one could have prepared me for the exhausting life I called childhood. Looking out the window watching my friends play was torture for me. It felt

I grew up in an emotionally torn-apart family. Over the years, I depended greatly on my mom to get me to and from school on time, as well as to support me throughout each and every challenge that I would come to encounter. However in this situation, she could no longer be there for me. Since the day of her passing, my life as well as my education have been put at a disadvantage. Towards the end of my Sophomore year, I missed a lot of school due to the loss of my mother. With it being so hard to bear, I decided to go on independent study for a few weeks to spend some time away from school. After returning to school it was a bit difficult for me to maintain my good grades, because I was still struggling with the thought of losing my mom. I earned

The start of third grade had begun it all. My parents had been divorced for about a year or two now, and it still was an unhealthy environment at my dad’s. At the time we were staying with my grandparents because my dad was unemployed and didn’t have interest in looking for a job. My dad is an alcoholic and smokes marijuana, and since he is an addict without them he gets cranky. One day he hadn’t had his “medicine’’ yet as he calls it and that’s when it all started. He locked me and my older sister in the room for two hours and yelled and yelled at us saying everything was our fault and that we couldn’t trust our mom only him. After this one time it became a daily thing or at least once every weekend. He tried to turn me against my mom when the reason we were all in this state was because of him and his ability of not being able to commit to my mom and our family. At the age of eight I was being mentally and emotionally abused by my own

Though my mother bore the brunt of most of his anger, I and my two sisters were also used as a punching bag from time to time especially when he had too much to drink. We became very skilled at staying out of his way, trying to avoid his wrath. Many times my mother and the three of us girls were made to remove all our clothing and then he would force us out into the back yard where we would stay until the sun was just ready to rise in the morning sky. Some evenings it was cold outside so we would all huddle together behind the hedges along the brick wall of our house in our efforts to stay warm. As this became a usual event in our lives mom stashed away sweaters, socks and a blanket in a trash bag and hid it in an old trash can located on the side of our house. She tried to keep us warm and would wake us early to remove our clothing before our father would wake up. Upon morning we were allowed inside to clean up for school and Mom for work with the understanding that not a word would be spoken about the prior evening’s events to anyone.

I remember a time my dad was beating on my mom to wear she was wearing sun glasses in the winter time and it was no sun outside. I actually witness my dad beating my mom with his fist and I tried to protect her when he was doing it by claiming in-between and on top of her telling my dad to stop and he did. That was the only time that I witness him beating her but my mom said that it happen a lot. When I was in the third or fourth grade I got held back because my grades were not good and I was struggling in school. My parents were getting a divorce because my mom got tired of my dad hitting on her and I felt like she should have left a long time ago. I remember when my mom did leave my dad and we lived with my grandmother while the divorce was taking place and my mom and dad were arguing about the custody of us and one day my dad came and got us and my mom didn’t know where we were at and we moved to Oklahoma Tulsa to be exact with my dad and it was ok. My dad was doing drugs down there and I was trying to help him stop. He would have me hold money to put up and then turn around and ask for it back when we need it for other things. I can say that we always had food and cable in the house but we could have had so much more if he didn’t do drugs. My father loved me and my sister very much and he tried to stop but he just could not fight his drug problem. I can’t remember the exact date but when I was 13 years old my father was murder. I remember it was early in the morning and my dad woke me up asking me for money that he had me hold for him to go by some drugs and I asked him where was he going and he said with this lady that I didn’t know and I said that I was going with him so we went to