Papa Dozier
I found out a couple months ago, I was going to be Papa Dozier. I started to ask myself, “what kind of parent do I want to be?” I was raised in a house hold that was full of alcohol and drug use. With the alcohol and drug use came emotional and physical abuse. Now, do I fallow in my parent’s footsteps, or do I make a choice to take action to form my own path from their mistakes?
As far as I can remember, I was my mom’s bartender. There are pictures of me bringing her beers while I was still in diapers. I learned how to make mixed drinks just the way she liked them when I was around eight or nine years old. No eight or nine-year-old should know how to make a rum and coke. When I was growing up pot was not considered a bad drug, and therefore was very openly used in the house, marijuana was smoked the same as if it was cigarettes. I remember I would …show more content…
The next day they would tell me how much they loved me and try to give me hugs. This can be very confusing to a child. This made me very resentful, and even grow to hate my parents, to the point that even to this day I don’t have anything to do with them. I want my kid to know and feel loved at all times, and that he or she can amount to anything they desire and be whatever he or she chooses to be. I want my kid to know that they are my whole world and that I will do whatever it takes for them to know that I love them.
Picture this, a seven-year little boy, scared to death on his hands and knees, scared to death crying for help begging and pleading for his mom to stop. The same women that is supposed to protect him and love him. But she doesn’t stop, she just keeps on kicking him and stomping on the back of his head. Sounds like a horrible movie, right? No, this is the first time I can remember, that my parents beat me
I found out a couple months ago, I was going to be Papa Dozier. I started to ask myself, “what kind of parent do I want to be?” I was raised in a house hold that was full of alcohol and drug use. With the alcohol and drug use came emotional and physical abuse. Now, do I fallow in my parent’s footsteps, or do I make a choice to take action to form my own path from their mistakes?
As far as I can remember, I was my mom’s bartender. There are pictures of me bringing her beers while I was still in diapers. I learned how to make mixed drinks just the way she liked them when I was around eight or nine years old. No eight or nine-year-old should know how to make a rum and coke. When I was growing up pot was not considered a bad drug, and therefore was very openly used in the house, marijuana was smoked the same as if it was cigarettes. I remember I would …show more content…
The next day they would tell me how much they loved me and try to give me hugs. This can be very confusing to a child. This made me very resentful, and even grow to hate my parents, to the point that even to this day I don’t have anything to do with them. I want my kid to know and feel loved at all times, and that he or she can amount to anything they desire and be whatever he or she chooses to be. I want my kid to know that they are my whole world and that I will do whatever it takes for them to know that I love them.
Picture this, a seven-year little boy, scared to death on his hands and knees, scared to death crying for help begging and pleading for his mom to stop. The same women that is supposed to protect him and love him. But she doesn’t stop, she just keeps on kicking him and stomping on the back of his head. Sounds like a horrible movie, right? No, this is the first time I can remember, that my parents beat me