My journey is not uncommon, but like most, it is unique in its details of the various missteps and paths I have taken that either prevented me or tempered me to this point. As a matter a fact, when describing me, one could say I am a dreamer and for lack of a better analogy, always late to the party. Recently while working at my position for Gucci, a job I’m not too entirely fond of, I decided to make changes by going back to school.
Originally born in the Dominican Republic on March 21, 1975, I was the first of two sons, and extremely shy. My given name is Reynaldo and my brother, Erich, who is 18 months younger than me were raised by a well-meaning, intelligent, career-military father, Amable, and a strong, independent, nurturing mother, Dinorah. We were all we had as we traveled the world together with my father’s job and although we were under the protection of caring parents, I developed extreme anxiety attacks with any social interactions I had. On the other hand, my brother seemed to revel in the experience of our constant nomadic lifestyle, moving around from place to place and school to school. The more I was forced to adapt, the worse my anxiety became. Whether it was Germany, Panama, The Dominican Republic or the United States, the process of …show more content…
This behavior led to a lot of developmental issues and developmental classes that propelled me further into my anxiety. I began to view school as the job I no longer wanted to wake up for, but had to attend regardless. My parents were worried but did not know how to help me and soon after finishing school I entered the retail workforce. “I’ll show them, I said to myself.” I chose this line of work expecting it to somehow cure me of my introverted ways. Fortunately for me and coupled with the need to survive, my job taught me how to interact and become more social with people around
Originally born in the Dominican Republic on March 21, 1975, I was the first of two sons, and extremely shy. My given name is Reynaldo and my brother, Erich, who is 18 months younger than me were raised by a well-meaning, intelligent, career-military father, Amable, and a strong, independent, nurturing mother, Dinorah. We were all we had as we traveled the world together with my father’s job and although we were under the protection of caring parents, I developed extreme anxiety attacks with any social interactions I had. On the other hand, my brother seemed to revel in the experience of our constant nomadic lifestyle, moving around from place to place and school to school. The more I was forced to adapt, the worse my anxiety became. Whether it was Germany, Panama, The Dominican Republic or the United States, the process of …show more content…
This behavior led to a lot of developmental issues and developmental classes that propelled me further into my anxiety. I began to view school as the job I no longer wanted to wake up for, but had to attend regardless. My parents were worried but did not know how to help me and soon after finishing school I entered the retail workforce. “I’ll show them, I said to myself.” I chose this line of work expecting it to somehow cure me of my introverted ways. Fortunately for me and coupled with the need to survive, my job taught me how to interact and become more social with people around