Why Is All This Happening About Me?

In the sessions to follow, they met at a church, because she was under a form of witness protection to keep her safe from her perpetrator’s fellow gang members. Dr. Perry allowed her to guide the “play” during their sessions and she chose to reenact the night of her mother’s murder, using him as the dummy. She forced him on the ground and had him lay as though he were hog-tied. She would then walk around the room and bring various toys to him. Dr. Perry determined that she was choosing to relive her horrible experience, but this time, she was the one who had control. This allowed her to come to better terms with what happened and begin to heal. Slowly, Sandy began to change Dr. Perry’s position to laying on his side. Then, one day, after months of work, she chose to lead him to a rocking chair instead. She then handed him a book and sat in his lap. Sandy spent the rest of her sessions sitting in his lap, as he rocked her and read to her.

One day Carrie was walking down the hallway, they hallway had white walls and white tiled floor with one colorful tiled tile. Alison was walking towards her. When Alison got closer to Carrie she started bullying her by saying very mean and offensive things to her like

Alex Martin aka Al whose an african american male who’s 6’1’’,dark brown hair, and allergic to peanut butter has spent the last 9 years in jail.Al went to jail because he robbed a bank.Al’s first impression on the people he first seen when he got out of jail was he didn't care about anyone but himself.When Al seen his mother the first thing she said was how did you get that scar on your face.Al told his mother in his deep voice that he got into a fight with another inmate about who get’s to sleep on the top bunk,and he pulled a knife on him and sliced the side of his face.Alex told his mother he was going to get a job as a mechanic.Al’s dad walked inside his home stumbling and knocking things over.Al was tired of seeing his dad always drunk

Tara Jones is a sixteen year old African American Baptist who lives in Alberdence County. She attends school and is considered a sophomore. She has two siblings, and older brother (Dan Jones), and a younger brother (Theo Jones). Tara does not know where her father is located, and has not been in contacted with his since she was five years old. Tara’s mother’s name is Sharon Jones and Tara has lived with her and her two brothers up until she was eleven years old. Tara considers her mother’s neighborhood as the “projects” and she worried about gang violence while living there. At the moment, Tara denies any consumption of alcohol or drugs when she ran away, she also denies any suicidal ideation. Tara left her mother’s home because she was forced to; because her mother did not believe her that she was being sexually abused by her older brother Dan. Tara resided with her Aunt Sally after leaving her mother’s home. Tara reported that the sexual abuse had occurred for three years, and her mother denies any of the sexual abuse to happen and told Tara to leave the home. Tara ran away from her aunt’s home when she was thirteen years old. She then became award of the state and was placed into a foster home. She ran away from this foster home and was placed into a second home that she also ran away from. She was placed at her last foster home where she lived for six months with Ms. Boot, before she ran away with her boyfriend.

Although, when they arrived at their humble house after their adventures, they had hardly any furnishings due to living on a ranch. Before the wedding, however, Sandy ordered a new mattress under his legal name, Norman, and was surprised to find it had been delivered. Margaret and Sandy had to sleep on the floor with only blankets and pillows. Every day, Sandy walked to the post office hoping for a package. He asked the postman if there was any new mail, to which he replied “No.” Finally, after weeks of sleeping on the tile, he plead in desperation, “What about the large package that’s been sitting in the corner for

Devlin, a 13-year-old boy, knows all too well what it feels like to be left behind. He was already subjected to a tough life, living with his three younger siblings – Tracy, Zachary and Sammy – until his mother began dating yet another horrible boyfriend. This one was different. ‘Greg’ was abusive towards her and harassed the children. Every time Devlin’s mother would check to see why the kids were crying her boyfriend would always point the finger at Devlin, who found no use in arguing back. With the arrival of a new sister, Jade, Devlin’s mother was tipped over the edge, finally deciding to send him to a foster home. Over the years Devlin had managed to run away from each home just as fast as his social worker, Aroha, could place him in them.

R/s one week ago, Jada (14) ran away from home. R/s Jada is being abused physically and verbally by her father Joseph, and her grandmother Helen. R/s Jada is not being fed properly. R/s the home has mold and mildew. R/s the ceiling is leaking and foundation is cracked. R/s rodents are in the home. R/s Joseph smokes marijuana every day. R/s sometimes on the weekend Joseph gets drunk. R/s Joseph’s twin brother Moses also is verbally abusive to Jada.

Felicia’s mother began abusing drugs when she was just 11 years old. Felicia and her sister were born addicted to heroin. Her mom continued to care for them and agreed to undergo rehabilitation. But she was unable to stay clean, and ended up back on the street. Her two girls were placed in foster care in separate homes.

She brought it with her to college. She thought she would leave it behind. A move from one place to another, a new room without the haunted closet shelf, would do for her what she could not do for herself. She packed her large dresses and went. For two weeks she was busy with registration, with shyness, with classes; then she began to feel at home. Her room was no longer like a motel. Its walls had stopped watching her, she felt they were her friends, and she gave them her secret. Away from her mother, she did not have to be as elaborate; she kept the candy in her drawer now.

Dylanne was born in Manhattan New York, into an insanely wealthy family. Growing up her parents gave her everything she asked, she had never heard “no” as a child. When she turned eight years old, however, her parents spoke to her and told her they were divorcing. At the time she didn’t really understand the term, she had just shrugged it off and continued on with her daily life. When she started seeing that some workers were packing things up she asked what was going on, her mother then explained exactly what was going to happen. Dylanne was extremely furious, she cried and threw many tantrums during the process of her parents divorce. When her mother finally moved out, her parents decided she would live with her father. Dylanne didn't get to decide where she would go, but she figured her father wanted to keep her more than her mother. After a year of her parents divorce, Dylanne would ask her parents for things and they began saying no to many things, even the simple things. She hated not getting the things she desired so this began shaping up her attitude and personality. She learned to manipulate her parents and began lying to do so. Although, she did begin to get what she wanted again, as time progressed her relationship with her parents became nearly non-existent. She would rarely see her parents now since they were even busier than they were when she was younger. Whenever she

Instead of playing parent to her 9 siblings she got to be a teenager. She played varsity softball, kept the same on and off boyfriend, same friends and a plus new ones. Junior year, while playing softball Alexis tore her ACL her softball ended. She was so upset about it. In 2011, Alexis has a baby sister named Kensi Ziva. Their mom had done drugs with her while she was pregnant. Alexis’ grandma offered to take care of her so she wouldn’t be in the system. Her other 7 siblings went to a boarding school. The 2 siblings that wasn’t old enough lived with Alexis other Gma and great aunt. Same year is when Alexis Dad started working towards his sobriety. Her mom today is still an alcoholic. 11 days later ziva got released from the hospital. Alexis took care of Ziva like she was her own. 3 months later, while playing softball, attending school, and hanging with friends it was starting to be too much. Alexis started to focus on having fun with her friends. Her relationship with her boyfriend was so complicated. It was a roller coaster, but they stuck with each other through out high school. Alexis started a job at Mazzios in Ardmore. She made some friends who liked to party. Alexis got into drugs, drinking, and going out. Even though, she was never forced she felt like she was fitting in with everyone else. It didn’t get too much out of control. She was never legally caught. Alexis had a teacher she got close to who

She sets up a time and place to meet up with Ethen in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot its then he show his colors and crushes Sarah. Heart broken and lonely she returns to her house and cries it’s when she thinks she can win him back by thinking of an elaborate Facebook message saying she’s sincerely sorry for the other night and she would like to meet up again. When she sees a post that he posted saying how pathetic her little act was upsetting her, she locks herself in her room getting drunk. When her mother leaves to go to a party she locks herself in a car and turns it on in the garage to commit suicide.

What was supposed to be the happiest time of my life, my childhood, was the most painful time of my life. I remember vividly how my alcoholic father’s boots and legs looked, right before he removed his belt to whip me, as I lay on the floor anticipating the strike. He would remind me that I “would never amount to anything,” and my sister and I would “always be nothing more than a disappointment.” It became a routine in my life. The drunkard would come home enraged, and my mother would try to protect my younger sister, Katharina, and me as we escaped to our hiding place. The big, sturdy table covered with the long snow-white tablecloth was our safe haven. I’d cover Katharina’s ears, as I’d listen to the harsh clap of my father’s dirty, rough hands against my mother’s soft, yet exhausted cheeks. We stayed in hiding until I heard my father leave the house. I held my sweet, beautiful, retarded sister, Katharina, tightly in my embrace, promising to never let any harm come to

Jay was a beautiful brown baby boy with big brown eyes and curly locks. He never whined, or cried for anything. He was just a very sweet and humble child. His humbleness touched my heart in the biggest way. He never cried for his mother, but I could sense his emptiness and sadness that never seemed to go away. Jay’s mother had become a drug addict. She could no longer care for him. My instant adoration for him quickly shaped me into nurturing and supporting him.

“she’s poor and has grown up in a neighborhood with a high crime rate…been a victim of physical, sexual, and/or emotional abuse or exploitation…likely belong to an ethnic group…has used and abused drugs and/or alcohol…has gone without attention for medical and mental health needs…feels that life is oppressive and lacks hope for the future.”