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Social psychological case study of separation anxiety in adult
Case study on separation anxiety
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f Leaving A girl runs from room to room in a deserted house. She’s looking for somewhere to hide, but all the rooms are empty. Her hands open and close, grasping at the air as she careers from wall to wall and stumbles through doors. She runs down narrow stairs into the basement. A fluorescent bulb hums and flickers, throwing shadows onto a crumbling brick wall and the concrete floor. The flickering light is making me nauseous, and I look away from the screen and wipe my sweating palms on my skirt. Beside me, Mike is struggling with his rubber hands, trying to peel them off. I pull them off for him, and he puts them on his lap, opens a can of lager, and chugs it back. Someone is descending the stairs, one ponderous step at a time. The child crouches into a corner and puts …show more content…
The skeletal outline of the Abbey broods over the streets sloping down to the harbour, and the waves break endlessly onto the beach below the road. Cars rush past – a moment of light and noise, a memory of warmth, and then I’m alone with my bottle and the stutter of my heels on the pavement. The blare of a horn jolts me out of my trance; I’ve wandered into the middle of the road. I stay where I am, defiant and reckless, and it feels like old times. I lift the bottle in a toast to the disappearing car, and to freedom. I’m free; I’ve been released from the burden of love, and I celebrate by finishing the last of the wine, tipping most of it down the front of my t-shirt. . Then somehow, I’m running along the beach, swinging the empty bottle by the neck. I lurch towards the water’s edge and pitch it high into the air, watch it twist and turn until it splashes into the waves. Far out, breakers lift their heads, rear up, and rush towards me. I lie down on the sand and close my eyes. Let them take me; let them drag me out into the emptiness, toss me about, spin me around, cast me
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other.
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
It was the dead of winter, My brother and My father had a brilliant idea while sledding. The so called Devil hill at Dubuque Senior High school was the hill I happen to break my leg on, One of the reason's why is because I listen to my brother about how safe it was. I shouldn’t have listen to him or even the idea in general, I made my brother go down first nothing happen to him oh no nothing happens to him, As he is climbing the hill to come back up he says "See now you go down", I Respond "I'm not going down and he wasn’t going to even try and push me". The only reason why I didn’t want to be pushed was because at the bottom of the hill there was a ramp that a snow plow had banked you on to the hill, the ramp was small but still I was scared.
Grey, Thomas. “Elegy Written in a Church Courtyard.” The Norton Anthology Of Poetry. shorter fifth edition. Ferguson, Margaret W. , Mary Jo Salter, and Jon Stallworthy. New York, New York: W W Norton , 2005. 410-413. Print.
Days later... Things have been different but in a good way. It's like Evan is a different person. Or maybe he's just himself now. He stopped avoiding me, we can talk for hours without him getting all moody.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
One drizzly, humid day, I overheard my neighbor, Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout, arguing with her father. I glanced out the window to see what was going on over there with all of the disturbance. When I glimpsed over there, I could see through the window, that the trash was completely packed and piling over. I saw that her father asked if she would take the trash out. Then all of the sudden you could hear the annoyance in her voice when she shouted, “NO!”
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
We go back inside and grandma already has some hot tea waiting for us. We sit
Away from the immense sea, white foams from the waves gather gently onto the golden shore. Now, half of a glowing, radiant light looms across the water 's horizon. The sea turns blood-red and darkness creeps up like a thief. The necklace that once reflected its passionate energy of fury moments ago now resembled a mere costume jewellery. Perhaps the loss of the necklace’s elegance and sophistication was the reason to why it was disregarded. Pity the owner did not see the necklace radiating its splendour at its peak. Anyhow, the nightfall creates a sensation of joy and tranquillity in me. Every sight and sound stimulates a sense of composure and serenity; and the effect is heightened by the absence of the noisy bustle of our daily work, only to be exposed to the never-ending music of the waves, and to breathe the fresh air instead of the stale atmosphere of classrooms. It is not easy to describe the effect of this sight; it can only be strangely deciphered in my mind. It is however, a very tangible and distinct emotion, though its allure really depends upon the reality of the world from a further point of view, away from the definite predictabilities of the world, all in which an instant becomes like a translucent drape which almost consents me to catch a glimpse of a ideal and more breath-taking reality. The worldly desires, expectations, worries, schemes, suddenly cease to exist. It is as though all of
I was shaking from fear and didn’t realise I had tipped the glass from a lamp of s...
The street is quiet, and seems like it is dead. The sounds I can hear are the leaves rustling in the breeze, and the pitter-patter sounds of raindrops falling on the ground. Together, they compose a brilliant song of nature. No din from the high-school students, no irritating noise from the car. No one, not even a soul dares to make a sound to disturb this moment. Everything is silent, as if it isn’t even alive, just like a ghost street that only emerges in the mid-night and will vanish when the first sunlight strikes down from the sky. Wet dirt mixes with the smells of perfumes that left behind by people suffuse the air. Making me think of the mixture of sodas and expired apple juices.
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.