“I cry from the guilt of betraying my mother, for not keeping the shroud on her secrets when I held them locked in such trust” (Gregory 2... ... middle of paper ... ...e crap beaten out of you, so eventually you stop standing up for yourself and you just submit” (Poisson and Casey 2). This is called a learned helplessness (Poisson and Casey 2). Victims of abuse get shabby and tattered, and they feel as if there is no point in living anymore (Hallstrom 2013). In turn, they live their shattered lives wistfully and dolefully, submitting to others. These targets do not let their voice be heard because they are afraid it will not be listened to.
The distance I put between you and dad was never your fault and though the daughter from your past haunts you and says it was, I ask that you try your hardest to ignore her acidic words. She is long gone. That little girl eventually wiped away the blinding shield of self-pity and revealed a rational image, one that portrayed the truth in how your decision influenced my life. My previous expectation on how that decision should have affected me was based on a phony illustration of an ideal family. Realizing my faults dug up a fact that I feel obligated to admit: your divorce was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Alcoholism will not only bring down yourself but will also bring your entire family on the rollercoaster of pain and suffering. "Alcoholics End Shatters Several Li... ... middle of paper ... ...term effects from her father. Although she is now successful, she will never be able to forget her resentful past. The girl from the article was traumatized from what happened and will never be the same again. Alcoholism is an ongoing problem that needs to be ended in families because starvation, abuse, and mental problems will be forever alive in children suffering from parents who are alcoholics.
Other times it would be between my parents and their relatives. It never mattered who were involved in the conflict; the truth of the matter is that whenever a serious conflict erupted, it affected me in some major way. Growing up in a family constantly holding grudges and brewing up heated arguments between one another has changed my ability to trust, to love, and changed the way I perceived life. Firstly, an important family conflict that affected my ability to trust was when I was around five years old when my mom and her sister-in-law developed a chronic dislike for each other because of me. It all started because my aunt got irritated after my mom asked my
I misunderstood their “overwhelming pressures” and all their efforts to help me reach my potential. I saw them and their caring efforts as disturbances to my main need, my social life. My annoyance towards my parents and my failure to see their kindness represents my negative mindset and attitude I acquired
As I grew older, however, I began to resent my compliance, and, rather than trying to change my attitude, I turned my anger to my sister. I became a simmering soul; the slightest word or smallest action could trigger my bad mood. I was annoyed at my sister for her sheer luck at being born later, and I was angry at my parents for letting her become what I saw as a ruthless child. I was relentless. As a result, the times my sister and I spend together became especially cautious on her part.
In some cases for a child that can turn into a trauma which can affect his or her future life in a negative way. For Essie Mae it was worse because she knew that her father abandoned the family for another woman; this sent a really bad message and example to young Essie Mae, which are disrespect a marriage and a family. Essie Mae said: "I remember he and Mama had a real knockdown session when he finally did come home. Mama fist-fought him like a men, but this didn't stop him from going by Florence's place. He even got bolder about it and soon went as often as he liked" (p. 18).
I knew by the way force of the beatings of my parents ' were doing to me it was a stress reliever more than teaching me how to respect them. My mother hardly disagrees with my father because the moment she would it is when my father would beat her and rape her in their room. I thought that was okay my mom would come out with a bruise on her face after they left their room because my mom would tell me " We like to play a lot with each other, no worry my child". My grandparents who lived with my family did... ... middle of paper ... ...nt or pitch to have more things at a party. I asked my mom once why my father and she were very strict on me every time we were attending parties, my mom answer was " So people can respect our family and never question what we actual do behind closed door".
I suppose you were as open as a high school girl can be when confiding in her parents. You always knew we would do what we could for you and you were always willing to help out.” Honestly I couldn’t word our relationship better myself. Many times in class we talk about how children rebel or want to make themselves different from their parents, they have a phase where they slam doors and close off from their parents, however that never happened with me and my parents. I then proceeded to ask her what was her biggest fear for me going into high school was, she replied “You growing apart from us, but you didn’t!” Again we have talked many times in class how at some point high school adolescents go through a period when they drift away from their parents but not me. The next question I asked was do you think our relationship changed through out high school and if so how?
Complicated would be too mild of a word to describe growing up with such a family. The ultimate demise of my parents marriage was due, in part, to my mother’s infidelity. My brothers and I were caught in the middle of intense marital warfare on a daily basis. My childhood permeated with hostility and animosity. One might assume with that type of environment, and the obvious neglect of advantageous relationships, I too would find it hard to sustain a healthy relationship with the opposite sex.