I remember as a young child and it was Christmas when I went down to Joyce Silva’s house. We lived in a trailer park that was at one end of Jean Ave and Joyce was a little girl my age who lived in a two-story house at the other end of Jean Ave. What I remember is a huge Christmas tree that touched the ceiling; both the tree and the house were covered in beautiful lights. Then there were …show more content…
When my adoptive father was no longer a regular part of my life I found solace and normality in spending time being cared for by others (i.e. at friend’s houses and especially at school (sports and music).
C. What was your relationship with extended family, such as aunts, uncles and cousins? Growing up I was unaware that I had any extended family. It wasn’t until I was a young adult that I found out that my mother had two brothers, Joe and Charley, they would technically have been my uncles. She told me about how she was sexually abused by both of her brothers and her father for years before she was old enough to leave home and when she left she said she never saw them again.
D. What role did your grandparents play in your …show more content…
What rules and expectations were in place for boys and girls? What form of discipline was used in your family most often? Was the discipline the same for boys and girls? The rules and expectations were so unclear and the adoptive family so disconnected, it is very difficult for me to remember any specific rules and expectation. We just did as we were told, even though that still didn’t stop him. In my step-family I remember having to come home before dark and I was expected to do well in school. My brother was in and out of jail more than around the house.
What form of discipline was used in your family most often? According to the New Oxford Illustrated Dictionary (1989), discipline is defined as strict control to enforce obedience. In my adoptive family of origin, the form of discipline most often used was corporal punishment. In my blended family of origin, I only remember my step-father raising his voice one time and I don’t recall being disciplined at all. As a child, in my adoptive family, I was severely beaten, dragged, kicked, thrown…and many nights and days found myself locked in my bedroom which would be dead bolted from the outside, by my