Personal Narrative: My Interview With The Elderly

My parents own assisted living facilities and nursing homes so being around the sick, the terminally ill, and the elderly has always been a part of my life. I have spent a lot of my time working for my family’s business and learning to cope with sickness. My granny had numerous heart attacks and other serious health problems. When my granny went into kidney failure I felt helpless because I was unable to help her. All I could offer at that moment want conversations, and making sure in her last moments in life she knew how loved she was and still is. I now understand what many families face on a daily basis and at the moment, I knew I wanted to go into medicine so that I may help the sick and their families. Being around the doctors that treated

      “What happened?” is what I started my interview with. “Well,” my aunt said and she explained her story. She was at the barn alone riding her horse on christmas day of 2015. Everything went well and she headed home to get ready for dinner with some friends. As soon as she got home, she had a gut feeling that something wasn’t

Before we begin, I would like to take the time out to express how happy I am about the person I interviewed. Coming into the interview, my tour guide expressed to me "that he is a pervert, and he can be a little mean/rude." After her telling me that, I immediately became a little nervous. Why? Because I came into this situation with the perception of trying to avoid someone of this nature. Turns out that my tour guide didn't do such a good job of explaining this guy. Him and I connected extremely well! And I was overwhelmed with joy, and so happy that we did. So, let's begin!

This interview process really taught me how to listen to and accept the viewpoints of other people who are not necessarily from the same background that I am from. I spoke to one person that I have known for years, and another person who I never spoke with prior to the interview. My first contact was Ms. Tessy Hunt, a direct support counselor for individuals with special needs. The people who Tessy serve, face challenges that not everyone is equipped to support. I chose to interview Ms. Hunt because she provides actual services for a group of individuals who are not allowed the same opportunities and same rights that many of us take for granted. I have known Tessy for several years, and I know that her line

The sharp arctic like breeze propels itself onto my young and fair skin as my mother forces the old, frail white birch door open, exposing both myself and my younger sister to the harsh and unforgiving climate that awaits us beyond the both feeble and aged shack that I have called home for the past nine and a half years. My father sits in the frost bitten and beaten three seater Chevrolet truck. Crammed in the tray covered in tarp, I struggle to make out the shape of what seems to be my previously owned duffel bag, bestowed upon me by my next door neighbours following the death of their son, my mother describes his death to me as being “a tragic accident” down in the Cape Breton mines. Before my eyes could properly focus on the contents inside the tray of the truck, my Mother had already

The individual I choose for my interview is an eighty-five year old, Hispanic female and goes by the initials of E.C. I arrived at my client’s residence, which was an apartment building, and the first thing I noticed was that there is no wheelchair access available. I was let in the building and I went up three flights of stairs to get up to the apartment because there was no elevator available. My client’s daughter, V.C, greeted me at the door and she was very warm hearted and welcoming. Once I stepped inside the apartment I noticed the hot temperature, the cluster of furniture and the loving family that had visited for the day. This two bedroom, one bathroom apartment had a family of five, E.C included, living here. Two out of the three were

Every morning I wake up and it is the same routine. I start with brushing my teeth, shower, get ready, make breakfast, and head to work. When and if I miss doing something because I ran out of time or I was in a hurry and just forgot I find myself frustrated. Can you imagine waking up and not remembering your routine at all? Image waking up and not remembering a loved one, how do you feel? At this moment you are feeling like someone with Alzheimer’s disease.

Growing up I was always knew I was going to be great. I always told myself I could be whatever I put I mind to. When I graduated high school I went off to college,Wilberforce University to study communications. I wanted to be a writer for a large magazine and I always envisioned myself living in a big city, New York City to be exact! I had a passion for writing like nobody’s business. So off to college I went. School was great and then life took over so there had to be changes to the agenda.

Try and put yourself in the situation of truly having to deal with the situation that you selected.

The older adult I had the opportunity to interview was my boyfriend 's step grandmother. I met her a few years ago when we took a vacation in Florida, and thought she would be a great person to interview, because she is outgoing and has aged well. I conducted a telephone interview for this assignment, because she is currently in Florida for the remainder of the Spring season.

‘Where is your ID?’ were the first words spoken to me as I walked in the doors at my new job at the local nursing home. I responded back to the rude lady who ran the front desk that it was my first day, and I had not yet received an ID. As soon as I walked away I thought to myself what did I just get myself into by applying here, I brushed it off and kept looking around for my best friend Ceairra. She also worked there and was the reason I got the job in the first place. I was miserable at my job prior to this one and she had told me to apply at Central Baptist Village, she said it was a great place and I would enjoy working there. After working there for more than half a year I realized sacrificing my happiness for a paycheck was not worth

I was wandering in the mall recently , aimlessly as some of us do, basically waisting time. In my travels I came across a kiosk that sold various cellphones, chargers, and other accessories. The young man behind the counter asked if I needed any help, I answered as most of us do with a "no, I'm just looking."

In a political climate today that is defined by hyper-partisanship, a confluence of factors have led my political leanings to lean left of center but center around a moderate outlook. As I grew up in a family with a Democratic mother and a Republican father, I often understand the logic of both sides. While many times political parties attempt to claim a moral ideological superiority, I believe that all people have their own experiences and opinions that justify their leanings. For me, a person’s political ideology is not a factor that defines one’s personality or character. Among my friends, I am often hesitant to initiate political discussion unless I have known the person for a long period of time. While politics

A wall at Grandpa's house had all the photos of the family. They were all black and white. They were all faded. Some had turned a little bit brown in some spots and some were not really clear at all. But when people looked at them; they all knew who was who and where and when they were taken. Some photos were of groups of people. Some were just of families standing stiff like they were in the milatary. Some were pitchers of just a baby. Some were really silly ones that everyone would look at and laugh. Grandpa had a picture of me, two, with my brothers and sisters. No matter what the picture was, relitives would look at it and then tell the story that went with the photo. All of them were of family and freinds and all of them seemed very special.

“The best classroom is at the feet of an elderly person,” said by a famous American radio and television writer, Andy Rooney. Elderly has so much to teach the younger generation because they have been through an array of events in life that are worth sharing and knowing. The purpose of the study is to understand the experience of aging and late adulthood by using case study method through interview and informal interaction with an older adult. Given the circumstance of long distance, Skype is used to conduct the interview and informal interaction. Mary, is a vibrant and healthy Chinese elderly woman who turned 75 last summer. She is an atheist who has lived in Hong Kong for her entire life and would be classified as middle class lifestyle. She is widowed and lives alone but she has four children and eight grandchildren. Since she is active, healthy and independent, the “young-old” would be the best term to describe Mary according to gerontologists (Berger, 2014, p.675).