Personal Narrative: Moving Away From My Brother

Growing in a tiny family, I was raised with my brother who is 6 years older than me. My father was always away and my mother was very protective. My mother used to not let me play with kids outside thinking I would get hurt and if sneak out sometimes my brother would follow me and hit me and tell me to go back home. I was never allowed to talk to him. I was always shut down whenever I have a question to ask either him or my mom. When I grew up I started ignoring to ask questions. When I started going to school my teachers used to yell at me and say why I am so quiet and not answering any questions. And in my country hitting students in hands and legs is considered

Home, school, and cultural environments are factors that would typically lead a young person to strike out in agony, but this does not mean they should result in doing harm. There are a number of alternatives. Something as simple as going for a walk, talking to a trusted person, or even engaging in a new activity are all different methods one can try to help cope with their rage. Stacey’s family spent almost two decades in worry, guilt, shame, and anger about her death. Teenagers do not have to respond to violence if they are having feelings of frustration or

Unintentionally, violence affected my life by how I observe friendship through the eyes of my cousin as well as my own. My cousin’s name was Tatiana and was the age of 20 when she passed away due to violence. Unexpectedly, her friend killed her in a car accident after they had gone to their friend’s graduation. At the time I was just 9 years old. My aunt and I went shopping at night. While we were getting out of the car, I felt like the world and time itself had stopped. Apparently, I recognized my cousin driving and it seemed like she noticed us as well, and started to head our way. At the moment, I felt a tear run down my cheek as I realized what had just occurred. Deliberately, my cousin was killed by her friend who was speeding down the road. Out of breath, I ran towards my aunt who was motionless while tears were running down her face.

I still remember the strange looks on my classmates’ faces when I entered the classroom on an early October morning. It was as if they were expecting some sort of a reaction from me, but I was not quite sure what exactly they wanted me to react to. First few periods passed without anyone saying anything. During the Big Break, however, (after 3 period we usually had 20 minutes to grab some food and relax) as I was walking to the school cafeteria a classmate of mine, one of my best friends, approached me. He asked if I knew what happened with my cousin’s family, but I did not. He then told me that last week one of the famous mobsters in our city had extorted my uncle to sign his house to him and then kicked him out on the street with his two daughters and a wife, just before the beginning of winter. I was devastated. I knew nothing about it. Why did not my parents inform me about this? But probably the worst thing was that I realized that I was in the same class with that same mobster’s son. Of course, a reaction was expected, but how could I judge a kid for his father’s deeds. N. had done nothing wrong. On the contrary he was the most down-to-earth kid in the entire class. But what about my cousins, what about my family honor and the fact that it was completely disgraced by this kid’s father? How could I stand there and just do nothing? I tried to remain calm, but I was torn apart on the

It is common for parents and their children to have disagreements and to have arguments but sometimes these disagreements can turn into abuse. Children usually use violence to try to “control or bully them” (Parenting and Child Health, n.d.) This violence usually occurs when the child “frightens, threatens or physically hurts them. It can involve using abusive language, pushing, shoving, kicking, throwing things, or threatening with knives or other weapons” ((Parenting and Child Heathen’s.) Children may abuse their parents due to the normalization of that parent getting abused by the other parent within their household. The child may use the parent that abusing the other parent as a model for the way they should act towards their parent as well and justify their actions simply as something that they observed in their household. The violence that children commit against their parents affects that subsystem because it leaves it broken. There is a strain within the parent and child relationship that forms a direct result of constant conflict and abuse between the child and parent. Sometimes, in child-child relationships, an older sibling may become “more aggressive” with their younger sibling because of the abuse that they have witnessed and been exposed to. (Fantuzzo, Mohr, 1999) The children can become socialized by the parents to believe that

From 10%-27% of students are bullied at school, elevating to a whopping 75% on some campuses, (Wallace 2007). The National Education Association reported that as many as 160,000 or more students miss school because of relational aggression behavior. Researchers characterize relational aggression as a type of social violence that can escalate into physical violence so intense that suicide is a consideration to escape the never ending barrage of meanness. Expending an extraordinary amount of energy, aggressor and aggresse continually worry about the negative communication traveling up and down the halls of the school to the gym locker room and to the bus. Many movies and novels have been written for entertainment on relational aggression stressing in humor the social deficit of the victimized teens. Thru the movies and novels the storylines are proof that girls are regularly the victims and

One summer morning, my Uncle Dudley was in his sugar works clearing rather large trees with a chainsaw when he cut one in just a way that it fell on him by accident. He was pinned beneath the tree for a few hours with his leg snapped apart. Earlier that morning as he headed up the mountain, Dud left his phone in his truck along with the firefighting radio he almost always has for the volunteer fire department. That day my uncle thought he was going to die. Before too much time went by, he decided that he wasn’t going to allow himself to be left like that, and instead allowed the adrenaline to take its toll. Somehow, he found a way to wriggle himself out from underneath the tree, and drag his very broken body down the mountain to his truck so

About three years ago, when I was with my abusive boyfriend I noticed that he got his abusive behavior from his older brother. One night, when we went out for dinner one of the servers told me I looked beautiful, of course my boyfriend heard and he grabbed my hand and took me right home. I was terrified. He was calling me nasty names in the car, he made me feel disgusting and he even grabbed my arm until I couldn’t move it anymore. Domestic violences arises from the family itself and the learning institutions as well, such as schools. If the abuser grows up with violent behavior they will believe that it is okay for them to act that way. Which fails on the family to appropriately execute the roles of society, and if the schools fail to offer basic education about violence the students fail to understand

While talking to my students about violence in the inner city, I had one request, I wanted to know if they'd experienced violence, and if so, where was it? I was shocked to learn that many of my students have experienced violence very close tho their own homes. One of the most powerful ways for our youth to advocate is through their own stories. For my third piece of evidence, I have included memoirs from my students about the first time they witnessed violence in their communities. Students demonstrate through the memoirs that they understand that the senseless violence happening in their communities is not normal. They also showcase that they have opinions about it.

After being away from my father for some time, I used to sit down with my mother and we’d talk about the violence that occurred when I was younger. I remember telling my mother that I was glad to be away from my father so that he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. My mother always told us that we should never allow anyone to mistreat or abuse us but we were somewhat confused because she continued to allow my father to treat her in that manner. The actions of my father had hardened my heart and I’d decided that I would never allow a man to hurt me, the way that my he had hurt my mother. I would defend myself no matter what.

I remember my precise location when the idea invaded my formative little mind. As six grades of children awaited to travel indoors, I was wandering the playground. I soon found myself near the swing set, my feet submerging slightly into the wood chips littering the ground. There were two plastic chairs at the end of the swing sets. Following those were six swings that were quite high for my small stature. The wonderful idea installed itself right there, how about we see just how close we can get to those swings without being hit by them. Oh boy, what a wonderful idea; let's await the pain of getting hit by a big plastic object twice your size. So, I saunter over, “eyeing” the empty swings on the end opposite side of my position. Many of the

Joe and I sat down at the end of the playground when Joe said to me " Today is my old mans birthday it's his first birthday, he won't be with us you know my pops died in a car crash on Monday." "Oh, Joe, I apologize ." Then I felt this stinging on the side of my face; it was the bully he punched me. I could observe and hear him talking, but I couldn't form out the words four older kids were hitting me, kicking me, and scratching me.

A girls night out was just what we needed, although I was never sure how things would turn out when people saw “the” Marilyn Monroe. She always wanted to be known, and she would forever want people to follow her steps, I’m sure she didn’t mind the attention when we went out either. As her best friend, I Ariya Denae, was there to help her through everything, and lately things have been rough. Divorces, her mother going “crazy” if you will, and so many other things. All of these things running through my mind then suddenly the door opened.

Life is unpredictable and no one ever knows what it will end up like. This has been true for me since I was little. I was only for two years old, and then my little brother was born into the world. I am aware that there is not as big as an age gap between my brother and I, which is good and bad at the same time. However, being the older sister it is hard to relate with my little brother with most things.

Have you ever gotten a new sibling that you wished you could send back? This is exactly how Brother felt in the beginning, but as time went on, he got used to Doodle. In fact, he not only got used to Doodle, he was a good brother to Doodle because of the large amount of time he spent with him and the things he was willing to do for Doodle.