My sister and I were raised in Nova Scotia by my mother and my stepfather. My stepfather was a ruthless man who did not mince words and who punished me often and inappropriately. One of his many and most familiar phrases was, "You’re an ungrateful little bastard. You don’t deserve my good name."
My mom became a victim of her circumstances. She endured the same type of treatment as I did. While she did witness what transpired between my stepfather and me, she became a silent, helpless bystander, because she knew her interference would have made her life more difficult than it already was. When I was 11-years-old, we moved to Toronto, Ontario. Shortly after the move, I ran away for the first time because of my stepfather’s physical abuse. In the next two years, it was always the same; I ran away, and the police delivered me back to my stepfather. At the age 13, a school health nurse intervened when my stepfather attempted to grab me in her presence. I was removed and placed under the care of the Children’s Aid Society. From there, I ended up in a few foster homes, a mental institution due suicide
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The details will be in my book; here I will only say that there were significant problems after her second disclosure of abuse. The entire situation and the unfolding details were mind-boggling. At the time, we lived in a small town with no resources for parents in my predicament. Feeling overwhelmed and confused, I made a trip to the library, hoping to find a book that may be helpful. I was disappointed only to find two books. One for abuse survivors and the other was for those who counsel abuse survivors. Luckily, in the back of one of the book were a few addresses for organizations. For the next two months, I was caught up in a daily writing and phone call expedition of me trying to locate information. I accumulated over 350 information
On the beginning of January of the next year I tried to take my life because I saw no hope but luckily I got some sense and stopped the bleeding. I still wasn’t the same and a couple of weeks later I was locked up again. A couple of weeks after that my great grandma past away. I was locked up for two counts of second degree arson and was sentence to seven months in a juvenile group home. I started in a group home in Weatherford, Oklahoma but only lasted two weeks (I was to emotionally unstable) and lost control after some of the kids called me names. I began to hit the staff, hitting walls, and tried hard to injure myself and soon was sent to a mental hospital in Ada, Oklahoma were I was diagnosed with PTSD, dysthymic disorder, ADHD, and anxiety disorder. I then was transferred to another group home in Norman, Oklahoma called Harbor House where I spent about two months, but during the stay I was sent to another mental hospital because I started cutting myself with a pencil sharpener blade. They changed and adjusted my meds I was on and was sent back. I ended up running from that group home because it was so poorly run and kids were being sent to the hospital nearly every day. I and the two other kids that ran with me ended up walking to Oklahoma City were one ended up splitting and the rest of us found a place to stay. The other kid and I stayed there for about a week were we did drugs and worked every other day. Then we got a ride to Vinita were we were caught and I was sent to Enid, Oklahoma to a group home there called Sequoyah Group Home. I spent seven months there were I ended up trying to hang myself and when the staff tried to confront me I lost control, attacked everyone, and soon was restrained. After that I was sent to
After a few years, my parents decided to take me away from that bad place.
A phobia is a persistent and unreasonable fear of an object or situation which can initiate an anxiety response such as a panic attack or crying and freezing in children – the response is out of proportion to the threat posed. The sufferer is aware that their fear is unreasonable, causing distress, but also distinguishing the disorder from schizophrenia and psychosis. The anxiety response includes dizziness and difficulty breathing and is maladaptive as avoidance or distress in response to the feared situation or object interferes considerably with the individual’s daily routine. For those under 18, symptoms have to be present for at least 6 months and cannot be better explained by the criteria of another
My mom had to endure unnecessary force and unneeded arguments constantly, which took a toll on her mentally and physically. Despite this being
As I seen her walking threw the doors, I ran in my Grandmother arms as she walked threw the airport doors.I felt like I was never going to see her again. We went to the Pensacola Police department. As I walked in they admittedly attempted to put me in handcuffs, I was Posted as a runway. My Grandma told the officers “This is a big misunderstanding I am here to get her” as she pulled out the custody papers she had on me. Continuing to tell them “she was just here visiting but her mother was holding her against her will when it was time for her to come back with me”. She was absolutely right I had no other choice but to runaway from her. I stood in silence as they took my name out the system as a run away.Me and My Grandmother rushed back to the Airport and caught the next flight from Pensacola,Florida to Philadelphia,Pennsylvania.
As you walk the streets all around you there are individuals who may live their life in fear of the petrifying clowns that appear out of nowhere, the spine-chilling darkness that creeps in at dusk, or even the nauseating germs of others surrounding you, but what if you knew someone simply terrified of the outdoors. This may seem strange, but these individuals are constantly living in fear of the outside world away from their “Safe Zone”. From the moment they wake they fear the outside world, constantly panicking about what could happen if they venture to the outdoors. Agoraphobia affects between 5-12% of Americans (Misconceptions of Agoraphobia), and is essential to become aware of the true definition of Agoraphobia.
Had I known that children exposed to domestic violence often identify with the abuser to feel powerful, I would have left the first time he hit me. Whispering lies in my children’s ears, he told them that I was abandoning them to start a new life with my husband. Manipulating my youngest son by demeaning my current husband and sharing secret strategies for getting rid of unwanted people, my son was sent back to me charged with the mission of getting rid of the other man by stirring up trouble. “Hit him,” he whispered to my son. “Make a scene and then tell them he hurt you and then your mother will come home and we can be a family again,” he lied. Unfortunately, my son believed him, and it wasn’t too long before regular visits from CPS workers became the norm, with each outrageous allegation more improbable than the
Mom quitting her job and staying at home was a good thing for me because after working she found my father fast asleep on the bed while I on the floor wearing a dirty diaper or no diaper and clothing and my face stained with dried tears. The rationalization he would give is it was too hot to wear clothes. There were other times I was left me alone in the apartment, or worse, left with a heartless woman. For all of these reasons, she never went back to work. She would never again wonder if I was being neglected in her absence, and she would never again have to explain the marks of abuse that on her face. It’s not that the abuse stopped, but at least she didn’t have to explain. My mother never knew what kind of mood my father would be in, or what he would do next, so therefore we all lived with constant insecurity, stress, and fear. Making matters
It was obvious to me that my mother had a serious problem. The drugs that she would take just to get through the day and the abusive childhood had played a role in the person that she had become. Her father had started the cycle of abuse and my mother let it continue turning her into the weak domineering, selfish evil mother that I never wanted or deserved.
One of the most traumatizing experiences in my life, was when I was nine years old. I was sitting in my room, then heard a really loud knocking on the door. I heard sirens coming from outside, so I looked out the window and saw nothing but flashing lights. I try to run into the living room to see what was going on, but my mom was trying to block the view. Then seeing Police flood into my house, jerking my older brother off of the cough. They put him into the back of the cruiser and took him to the Police Station. My parents confused, why he was being arrested. They found out that he had gotten into trouble with drugs and theft.
Known as a mental disorder a phobia is a persistent fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to compelling desire to avoid it. Phobias tend to affect the way people live their lives, for example, their working and social environments, considering that they last for a very long time and are capable to cause intense psychological physical stress. It is considered today the most common mental and anxiety disorder in the United States (Matig Mavissakalian & David H. Barlow 1981 pp 2). There are many phobias such as: the fear of aging, fear of changing, fear of clowns, fear of getting fat, fear of being in closed spaces, etc.
In no particular order, I remember: being caught smoking on the baseball field, throwing a teacher against a locker, choking another and being put into custody by a officer. The last time I saw him was just after midnight in 2007 on New Year’s Day, when he threw me into an ambulance and escorted me to rehab. Unlocking the handcuffs, red rings pressed into my wrist, he made it a point to tell me I was bright, very intelligent, had so much potential. Much like the town in which we lived, I took his and everyone’s words as garbage. You say that to every kid. You don’t know me. This all made me feel more powerful, more in control, cunning and cool— what I’d always
Physical abuse is something millions of children and adolescents face every day, with the Children’s Bureau (2011) citing that physical abuse ranks as the second most common type of child maltreatment. However, it’s critical to consider some physical abuse goes unreported, as well as the fact that some states define physical
Phobias are a type of a phsycological disorder that occurs in humans, it has several types, classifications and categories.As we all know, phobias are extreme types of fear, usually of unreasonable proportions and of the most ordinary of things. Some phobias are considered to be common phobias that can happen to people often. There are several common types of phobias such as spider phobia, snake phobia, flying phobia germ phobia. We can almost understand why and how a person could be afraid of heights or of crawling insects and spiders and other common types of phobia, there some types of phobias that are considered to be uncommon, and it is a totally different concept to become afraid, to an extreme degree, of
The 21st century is the age of achievement in every area of human life. But it is also an age that brings many risks, for example different phobias associated with contemporary times. Phobias are more serious than just fear or disgust. It is possible to mention a lot of types of them, because they are experiences of individual as well as all people. Though both fear and phobias have been with people for hundreds of years, people still do not know much about how it happens that some situations or objects cause extreme fear and panic. The purpose of the essay is to consider what do some mankind's phobias, especially focusing on phobias related to weather, result from.