Intimacy vs. Isolation
Once the scholarship program was over, I went home to try focusing my energies on finishing school and working. But my parents were separating at that time after all the years together. I ended up living with my father and visiting my mother on weekends. I was in charge now of all the things in the house. I stayed like that till it came the moment to go to college. Several events determined my next steps in my personality development.
First, I fall in love again, in a healthy relationship. He knew the mess I was at the moment and all the responsibilities I had to carry on. Yet, he kept by my side since then and during the next challenges. Relying so much in this person, does not make me as independent as I was supposed …show more content…
She suffered from a stroke that left her with lack of movement in the entire right side of the body and language disorder. I spent two months with my mother taking care of her. I have never felt more useful in my life. Although it was a terrible experience, I helped her to recover at least the movement of her right leg. That day I knew that helping people in so much pain made me feel needed and worthy.
Just a few months after my grandmother’s accident, my father was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. Although there was a small probability for his survival, we took all the necessary steps. The first surgical operation needed was to introduce a small hose directly to the intestines. If he exceeded this step then the other surgical operation would be realized. Two weeks I was feeding my father through the hose and every day he was sicker. He was suffering and according to the doctors there was nothing I could do to relief him. At the end of the second week he died. I cleaned and dressed him for the burial …show more content…
It was stressful to deal with work, the kid, and the school, till the point that I really was doubtful that I could do it. But at the end, with my husband help and a lot of coffee I succeed. I felt so well with myself that after that period everything seemed easier. I gave my son a lot of problem, although I was not being as strict as my father was, I used a lot of his methods. I wanted him to be successful but I did not want him to suffer from the lack of confidence that affected me. Besides, at work I had to train the new graduates. I used all my experience and knowledge to prepare both, my kid and my trainees. And by getting my PhD I taught them that it can be done, using myself as an example. I believe it was a generative
Once the scholarship program was over, I went home to try focusing my energies on finishing school and working. But my parents were separating at that time after all the years together. I ended up living with my father and visiting my mother on weekends. I was in charge now of all the things in the house. I stayed like that till it came the moment to go to college. Several events determined my next steps in my personality development.
First, I fall in love again, in a healthy relationship. He knew the mess I was at the moment and all the responsibilities I had to carry on. Yet, he kept by my side since then and during the next challenges. Relying so much in this person, does not make me as independent as I was supposed …show more content…
She suffered from a stroke that left her with lack of movement in the entire right side of the body and language disorder. I spent two months with my mother taking care of her. I have never felt more useful in my life. Although it was a terrible experience, I helped her to recover at least the movement of her right leg. That day I knew that helping people in so much pain made me feel needed and worthy.
Just a few months after my grandmother’s accident, my father was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. Although there was a small probability for his survival, we took all the necessary steps. The first surgical operation needed was to introduce a small hose directly to the intestines. If he exceeded this step then the other surgical operation would be realized. Two weeks I was feeding my father through the hose and every day he was sicker. He was suffering and according to the doctors there was nothing I could do to relief him. At the end of the second week he died. I cleaned and dressed him for the burial …show more content…
It was stressful to deal with work, the kid, and the school, till the point that I really was doubtful that I could do it. But at the end, with my husband help and a lot of coffee I succeed. I felt so well with myself that after that period everything seemed easier. I gave my son a lot of problem, although I was not being as strict as my father was, I used a lot of his methods. I wanted him to be successful but I did not want him to suffer from the lack of confidence that affected me. Besides, at work I had to train the new graduates. I used all my experience and knowledge to prepare both, my kid and my trainees. And by getting my PhD I taught them that it can be done, using myself as an example. I believe it was a generative