All my life, I was known as “Trevor’s little sister.” Trevor is my brother, the alcoholic and drug addict, the one always in the spotlight of sympathy and help. I understand that he needs help, addictions are rather scary, I know, I have one as well, but not that “harmful.” My brother has been to multiple rehabilitation places, half way houses, and jail. It's affected me both negatively and positively. Many people look at my situation and think that I'm going to grow up just like him, with a drug and alcohol addiction. But knowing this and experiencing this situation first hand, I am trying my best to avoid it. I put all my passion into baking and cooking. I am going to study and work hard in college so I can get to the police academy with a master’s degree in criminal justice. I want to be the …show more content…
He's in jail now, after coming home weeks later. But you see, he missed out on many things and broke a promise to me. I was a part of the musicals in high school, I was the Vice President of the club. He promised me, after missing every single play I was in, that he'd be at my very last one since I was a senior. The play came and went, but he was in jail because he came back a few weeks before and turned himself in to go back to jail. He missed my prom, my crying when my best friend moved, my baccalaureate mass, graduation, graduation party and my birthday. He's missed everything because he keeps going back to drugs and alcohol. He's missed my boyfriend and I going to dances. I don't even know who he is anymore. I miss having my brother home and drug and alcohol free. I walking into his room and crying to him when someone was bullying me. I want my future to consist of me being a detective on the police force, having a bakery on the side, being engaged to my boyfriend of three years and having my brother affect my life
The book I chose to read for this assignment is called “Stay Close: A Mother’s Story of Her Son’s Addiction”. The target audience can be parents, adolescents, recovering addicts, college students and mental health professionals.
For the 9 years that I have worked as a mental health support worker I have come across cases involving drug addiction and mental health. My passion to work with and help those in need of services grew over the years as I came to realize that with the right services and support, one can eventually become clean of drugs and reintegrate into society and live a normal life. I have been privileged to work with genuinely enthusiastic and caring colleagues who have enhanced my professional identity which makes me so proud to be part of a wider health care industry. I’m fortunate to have tremendous amount of sincere affection for service users and staff and this had made me resilient in adversity, and have a passion to want to do the right
“While we all did some things that were in poor taste, not all of us resorted to such desperate measures. Sure, some did, but not all of us. This has made society view drug addicts virtually as lesser beings. The effect it has had in my life is a loss of trust by others who are aware of my past addiction issues” (treatment4addiction.com) Many people see drug addicts as lowlifes who need to stop doing drugs and believe that it is easy to do so. They believe that all drug addicts are scum, that they are not people like everybody else. They do not see it as a disease and because of this they tend to completely shut out the family member or friend suffering from this. In an interview with PocosPeroLocos.FM Williams
First, I apologize for putting you in this position. I'm hopeful that this email may give some peace to you. I've realized that so very little of my behaviour in my life has been for others. As an addict, I was self-centred to the extreme. Realizing this, I am trying to take any opportunity I can to live in truth and to think of other's first.
I realized that it is in my hands how I want to shape my future and whether or not I would want to stay away from alcohol and drugs. I made the choice to stay away and surround myself with those who did. Even by doing so the presence is there daily. But every day I think back to what my father told me as a freshman, “I drank and smoked from the age of fourteen. After my marriage, I realized I was having your sister and I decided to quit and change my life so that both of you would not have an abusive alcoholic father.” This reason has stuck in my mind because I do not wish to be one when I grow up. I use this lesson to help new JROTC cadets with the same
Walking up dilapidated stairs, my friend and I enter into the chapter room of Beta Sigma Psi, where the Little Sisters of the Gold Rose meets every week. The fraternity house smells of stale beer and sweat, and has clear signs of past parties and shenanigans. However, we have officially become activated members of the service sorority and were attending our first chapter meeting with the entire sorority. In that chapter room we discussed future service events, volunteering opportunities, and then went around the room for anyone to share news and announcements with the group. It was at this moment that I felt like a true active member in LSGR, when everyone was interested in hearing about each other’s lives and wellbeing. While as a rushing
The incarcerated family member has had problems in the past with drugs and alcohol. Once he is released, I will do my best to get him involved in Alcoholics Anonymous because I have seen firsthand how successful it can be for even the most serious alcoholic.
Sheff (2008) found that "Addict's family walks an unhappy path that is strewn with many pitfalls and false starts. Mistakes are inevitable. Pain is inevitable. But so are growth and wisdom and serenity if families approach addiction with an open mind, a willingness to learn, and the acceptance that recovery, like addiction itself, is a long and complex process. Families should never give up hope for recovery-for recovery can and does happen every day. Nor should they stop living their own lives while they wait for that miracle of recovery to occur" (Sheff, 2008, pg. 230).
Basically at the summer party before school started Melinda was raped. She was also drunk when it happened. Everyone at the party thought she called the cops to ruin the party, but she actually called the cops to report what happened to her. My opinion has changed about Melinda. Now I feel like Melinda is just being judged based on what they think happened instead of what actually happened. Melinda had a legit reason to call the cops and people are juding her without knowing the
To Laura and I Frank was just someone that mum sometimes spoke to on phone. I knew he had a daughter called Sandy who was was 6 months older than I and that he lived in Australia but that was about all.
As a young child in elementary school, I struggled in the regular classes of language arts and math, and this caused my teachers to put me into Special Education. I recall hearing the regular students call me “stupid” all the time behind my back. When I had my regular classes in Social Studies or Science none of the other students wanted to be my partner in the group projects. I felt like an outcast, and my self-confidence was exceedingly low. However, I knew that I was not the smartest kid, but I was a hard worker. I begged my mom to help me convince the teachers to allow me to to join the regular classes in the 5th grade. Fortunately, my teachers agreed, and in my regular language arts class I was motivated to prove to my teachers, my classmates,
My boyfriend has been through alot in his short life span. He was your stereotypical black kid that people label as a “thug”. Weed, underaged drinking, sex, just about anything that you can name; he did it. What outsiders don’t know is that although he had done all these things he had a reason to. Yes I said it, my boyfriend had his reasons to do the things that he did. Cause and effect. You leave the house, knowing that your mom asked you to do the dishes and you don’t. So as a result you get yelled at or things are taken from you, etc. Because of his lifestyle it was causing him to go down, and fast. Trevon was never supposed to be apart of my Senior year, it was a mistake. I was supposed to graduate and attend a 4 year college and go on with my life. I never liked high school relationships because people are always in your business and it comes with a lot of up and down days. But of course to my dismay I end up dating him and doing the complete opposite of what I wanted to do with my life.
My first memories of my father were what I now know as active addiction, I would watch the chaos in my house, the abuse, both mental and physical and at the time I didn’t understand but as time went on it was apparent, at the age of 11, my father hung himself, although he did not die he cut off oxygen to his brain long enough to render him blind and incompetent to care for himself and he was place in a nursing home where he would reside for the next 25 years of my life. I swore I would never do drugs because I saw firsthand the destruction, but my family addiction did not stop there. My aunt was a daily drinker, my uncle was addicted to heroin, another aunt addicted to crack
The group members chosen was an African-American male, Caucasian female, and an African-American/Puerto Rican lesbian. Their ages eighty, sixty-one, and forty-three respectively. Each participant was chosen as a representation of diversity across age, gender, ethic, and social backgrounds. The African-American male is a retired labor movement organizer and has a daughter who has been clean now for several years. The Caucasian female is a therapist in the field of addiction and has twenty-two years clean. The African-American/Puerto Rican lesbian is a dog groomer who has struggled with staying clean for the past twenty-three years. Each person chosen has a personal connection my father, my sponsor, and my ex-partner of three years. Although the group appears to be diverse they all have a common denominator each on...
My brothers and sister are the best motivation to me. It is not every day that we get along but when we do then it is a good day. Every day they make me want do better, not only for myself but for my mom and them also. They encourage me to do better now so that my future is bright later on. Family is always the best to have on your team especially for their support because they genuinely mean it and you know that it is coming from their heart. I know I can count on all my brothers and sister to be there for me when no one else is because they are family. I hate that they are growing every day and getting older to experience the real life. I hope even later on they will all still support me and we will not drift apart like I know