Personal Narrative-Rearing Children In The World

One of the things common to child rearing in my area of the world to get a child to finish all the food on their plate was the mention of: “the starving children in the world” as if that would guilt a kid into eating some God awful vegetable or dish that they found repulsive. I do not know any of my peers that did not hear about those unfortunate children. In hindsight, I am grateful that I was not one of those children, who at the time when they were mentioned were fictional, faceless, nameless people I would never meet. I understood the definition of poverty and famine, but did not perceive it from experience, therefore as I child it was impossible to imagine. As a privileged child I never went without anything I needed; since I was not spoiled per se, I would have to wait for things I wanted, usually only until my next birthday or Christmas. I never fathomed that any of this lifestyle was considered white privileged or white blind. I was part of the …show more content…
It has taken me years to even try to function semi-normally since that fateful day. I lost many people I was close to in horrific ways. Some were burned, some pulverized and some even jumped out of windows. Of the people that did survive, not many are willing to discuss it. I found out years later that I was suffering from PTSD and did not even realize it. Death and attempted murder is the ultimate oppression, of which I experienced firsthand. I never realized there were people in the world that would see me dead because I am an American and because I am a Christian, those same people would strip me of my rights because I am a woman. These facts haunted me for years and caused me anguish. I turned to counseling which helped me immensely (I believe counseling probably would have helped my grandfather upon his return from WWII; from what I was told he probably had PTSD as