Personal Narrative: Growing Up In My Family

Great Essays
Growing up, since I lived in Mexico, I did not have much of interaction with a different race. The majority of the people in my neighborhood had about the same skin tone, some lighter than others. I would only see a difference with people that had indigenous blood. There were a few people with indigenous blood that I met during my childhood and it primarily included my maid and my nanny and her family. When it came to bring a friend home, I had to be very selective. Most parents within my school knew each other. My parents grew up placing a value on other families who had not only the same socioeconomic status as us, but also well-respected families. The children of parents, who had a more prestigious career, would often be more respected. …show more content…
My family was considered upper middle class and not only did we the money, but we also had the status. Growing up, we had maids and nannies that worked for us, therefore we had people that worked for us and those people were members of a lower social class. Additionally, my family had prestige and along with prestige came power. Since my family came from a family that was highly involved in the political party in our city and state, we were often treated with respect within our society. Our family was well aware that we had privilege. It is hard to challenge having privilege when you already have it. However, the situation changed when we emigrated to the United States. We have had to work and get an education to get a higher paying job, which would ultimately lead to a higher socioeconomic status. That has been our way of challenging our situation since we moved to the United States. When it comes to dismantling oppression related to privilege, as a future practitioner I have to treat everyone equally. Regardless of their social standing within our society, every member in our society should get the same treatment and respect as everyone else. No special treatment, and only doing what is best for the individual within our

Related Documents

  • Improved Essays

    Growing up I was the second child, my sister and I was seven years apart. My childhood days consisted of me sitting in my room playing with my toys. I only played with other children, if my cousins came over. I was very different; I was a tall boy with short hair. I didn’t like the skin I was in too much, because I always got picked on in school.…

    • 603 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Growing up is tough. Every day people go through life with careers that they may not enjoy. Throughout the past few weeks I got the opportunity to interview two people about their jobs, one being a young adult who just started working, while the other was approaching her mid-life with an established career. The advice from both of these individuals was both eye opening and helpful. The age of the interviewee definitely influenced the responses I received.…

    • 545 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Decent Essays

    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.…

    • 185 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Decent Essays

    I was 13 years old, just starting off high school, when I realized what this dark cloud that’s been floating over me for the past couple of months really is. It wouldn’t be until more than a year later until I seek out professional help. It started off innocently enough as just a feeling of constant emptiness at the pit of my stomach. It slowly turned into randoms bouts of extreme rage, where I’d take out my anger physically, not just on the walls and mirrors of my childhood home and not just on my family, but on myself. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way, why I wasn’t “normal”.…

    • 207 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Decent Essays

    As a child, my mother and father were both EMT's and firefighters. My dad was the chief of the fire department. As a child growing up around the medical field, I grew interest. I was always taken with on calls late at night or early mornings. So I found and grew a love for helping others.…

    • 194 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Its spring of 2003, my grandmother had been babysitting me while my parents left to go to work for the day. Towards 5 o’clock, my mother walked into the door. I was greeted with an enormous hug filled with love and affection. Shortly after she arrived, my father stopped by the house. He welcomed everyone in the room with love and happiness, but what I thought was all hugs and kisses turns into a heated controversy.…

    • 604 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Prejudice In America

    • 819 Words
    • 4 Pages

    Those who fit the social justice definition of privilege do not have to be incredibility rich or never experience hardships, they just are born into a dominate group in society and have advantages gained from the oppression of others. When someone possess privileges they rarely even think about them. Many who have privilege are socialized to believe that they deserved to have advantages over others and are more superior to the minority groups who have little…

    • 819 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Great Essays

    Family Introduction Creating this genogram was a difficult task for me because my parents and their siblings hardly communicate with each other anymore. Ever since the passing of both my paternal grandfather and maternal grandmother, the families have simply fallen apart. Many relatives have distanced themselves from their extended families, and no longer have a desire to interact with their siblings or cousins. Sociopolitical and spiritual issues have caused some members of both families to harbor resentment against one another.…

    • 1602 Words
    • 7 Pages
    Great Essays
  • Decent Essays

    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.…

    • 202 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Decent Essays

    I kindly accepted that those people were my siblings. They were all part of my family, but I felt an immense distance. Whitney had her own mother standing by her. My eldest sister and brother shared the same mother, whom I never saw before.…

    • 249 Words
    • 1 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Decent Essays

    My dad died when I was eleven, and that is when my perspective changed. I was asked to leave school early that day on February 15th, 2009. At first, I thought I was finally going to meet the one and only Michael Phelps, since he was in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia for a visit. I was wrong. I was taken to the hospital where both of my parents worked, and didn’t find out about the news until I arrived.…

    • 493 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Decent Essays
  • Improved Essays

    Many people grow up having a normal childhood, I being one of them. I grew up living in a warm, and welcoming household with my mother, father, and older brother. As a child, we all thought we had no worries in the world. Everything was peaceful and taken care of by our parents. We all eventually grow up, and have to become more responsible.…

    • 630 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    The Day I Grew Up Walking down the road to my first job was the day I realized my life had changed. My first real responsibilities were beginning and accountability was starting to crawl its way into my life. I would have to sacrifice countless hours of free time, hanging out with friends, and sleep in order to work. I relate to Schoonover because like her on the weekends, I would go to the lake with my friends and out to lunch with them. Also, since I acquired the job, I would need to start paying for necessities and extracurricular activities on my own.…

    • 736 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    I belong to a family where being a physician has become a tradition. Not long ago, none of my forefathers were educated. It all changed when my grandfather had a problem with his knees. The best doctors in the country advised a biopsy and a sample was taken and sent to the U.K. My family was shocked when the results reported a malignant growth and doctors advised an above knee amputation.…

    • 764 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Improved Essays
  • Improved Essays

    As a child, having rules to follow wasn’t unheard of with my family. There was always a way to behavior with friends/family, at school, at home and out in the street. Often I found myself getting into trouble because I didn 't listen and also the fact that I always found some kind of way to slipping out of having to doing something that I knew I was supposed to do. But out of all the people in my family my mom was the strictest. When expectations set high, not meaning them meant my siblings and I typical had a week long cleaning punishments along with handing over all toys, games, and light up sneakers; about three times a week this happened to me.…

    • 1133 Words
    • 5 Pages
    Improved Essays