When I was a baby something very bad happened to me. It started a few weeks after my dad got home from the army in Iraq. From that day on my life has never been the same. This was so unexpected that it has changed my life for ever. Even today i think back to that day and wish that my life could have stayed the same.…
Growing up in a single parent household, I have faced many trials and tribulations. One of these trials and tribulations was growing up in a low income family with limited opportunities. I was a bright, productive student, in 9th grade year I tried my hardest, even in math and science, to make my freshman year the best and most productive; I got good grades, joined the track team and got a job. But then during my 10th through 11th grade years I began to experience verbal and mental abuse at the hand of a family member. At one point I had run away from home to get away from my problems.…
Growing up I’ve had a lot of memorable days. Some more important than others. The day I can honestly say was the most unforgettable, had to be when I became a father. I had my up's and down's when it came to parenting, but it all was worth it at the end of the day. I feel as if my kids changed my life for the better and I thank god for that.…
As I was observing the relationship between the client and his daughter, it made me recall feelings of my relationship with my father. I found myself creating biases to form connections. Through this experience, I realized that I need to learn specific language skills for counselling in Punjabi as well as learn ways of appropriately showing an understanding without the focus on self-involvement. I also found learning about PTSD in older adults and the effective interventions used, such as CBT very useful for future practices. It is important for workers to acknowledge beliefs and to be sensitive to age-specific issues (Clapp & Beck, 2012).…
“How are you cadet?” he asked. “I feel like shit, sir.” “Look Fernandez’, I know you don’t know me that well, but if you wanna talk, I’m here.” “I never thought my parents would divorce.” “Is that what’s beating you up?”…
I am a single mother of a two year old son. The father of my son is not in his life at all, he has never met my son. He pays the minimum amount of child support required, which would not cover even a week's cost of daycare. Currently, he is suing for visitation rights, leading me to hire a lawyer. I strive to balance work, school, and motherhood to the best of my ability.…
He only listens and obeys occasionally, and doesn’t seem to understand dangers such as running with a toothbrush in his mouth or why it is unsanitary to spit on the Legos. (Oesterrich,…
My dad moved back in with his parents, their house was beautiful though so it didn't bother us much, with the inground pool and the amazing pillars outside, we were living the dream, but he kept his dog Mckinzey Lou, he has had her for 16 years now and she's getting really old. After Stephanie and my dad broke up i had an ache in my heart, because i had grown fond of her and all the dogs, but Mckinzey Lou is a great dog, she follows you without a leash and she does all sorts of tricks, one time my cousin told the dog “Go get me dinner Kinzey, i'm hungry.” as a joke of course, but a few minutes later Kinzey brought 3 rabbits to my cousins feet. Sadly, they were dead, but she was just doing what she was told.…
A decent father conveys affection to his kids. The father's affection proceeds from his youngster's introduction to the world until death. I can feel my dad's adoration up to this point. The affection isn't by doing so as to say I cherish you, however something to demonstrate adoration, and my dad is doing that. I recollected that my dad was conveying me on his back and playing with me in spite of the fact that he was drained.…
My life in 800 words… It seems like an impossible feat to describe someone’s lifetime in such a small amount of words: the good, the bad, the days of adventure, the days of crying, and all the days in between. Throughout my life I have been blessed to have parents who saw the value of education and pushed me to do the best I can. They suffered greatly for my education and by sending my to St. John’s Prep, they both suffered financially as well. My childhood can be argued as the opposite of the stereotypical American family dynamic.…
The Person I have chosen to write this forum on is my mother. I grew up in a home where her parenting style was very authoritative. This has strongly made an impact on my life and how I am perceived by my friends and others. My mother was very consistent with boundaries however; she was always open to discussion. My mother had furthered her education in child and family services and therefore, implemented many skills in our home.…
It is school time and the sexy little school girl is excited that Daddy is going to teach a lesson. She is all dressed in my high school girl outfit. She is wearing - black 6” heels with white bobby socks with black bows on the back. She has on a red/black/white flare plaid mini skirt with red ruffle boy cut panties underneath.…
Chances are you may know a deadbeat father. He may pay child support, as in the case of my son’s father but doesn’t care to help raise the child or make himself known in that child’s life. They say it takes a village to raise a child, but what happens when part of that village ain’t shit? Far too long in the Black community we have complained about the lack of quality fathers.…
I believe that a majority of my generation engaged in ‘quiet or secret’ delinquency – it was not brazened and just out in the open as you see now. And, it was NEVER the type of trouble that involved the law! Quite frankly, my daddy would have beat me to within an inch of my life if I had embarrassed him in that way! Raising my own children – eleven years between oldest and youngest – I experienced a considerable difference in the attitudes of ‘children’.…
The death of my dog When I was nine, in grade four my dog had to be put down. Woody was part of the family for a long time. My parents bought him as a puppy while they still lived in Petrolia. Growing up, Woody was a very good dog. He was energetic, even tempered, would never hurt anyone, and was loved by all of us.…