Experiences from your life have the chance to either affect you seriously for life or affect you as long as they can apply to your life. In my life there has been about a handful of hardships, enough at least for my counselor as well as other acquaintances to be surprised I have made it this far without losing my mind. It all started when I was around seven, my dad lost his job in Seattle, Washington so we were forced to move to Inman, Kansas. We lived on and off with my grandparents for around six years. In this time I was multiply molested/ assaulted by my grandfather, my father’s step-father.
"It was like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde," Cathy said. Jason flourished for the next six years, even winning his fifth-grade citizenship award. In sixth grade, however, his medication stopped working, and he became aggressive again. But Jason's teachers did not believe he had a disability and refused to allow any special "accommodations," like extra time to take tests. At Christmas, Jason was so depressed that he threatened to kill himself.
Case introduction: A 19 year-old gentlemen, SS, presented to station 20N through the emergency department, following what was described by friends and family as “bizarre behavior.” SS had recently begun college at a local liberal arts school. He had done well during the first semester, but began to struggle academically during the second semester. Family attributed the decline in academic success to an increase in class size, which made SS uncomfortable. Several weeks prior to hospital admission, SS became increasingly isolated, spending the majority of his time in the dorm room and less time in class. Friends and roommates reported that SS was exhibiting bizarre behavior, often confiding in friends that he was being “spied on” by others and that people around him could “read his thoughts.” SS also endorsed a strange delusion in which those around him would blink simultaneously as a form of communication.
Here is an instance that is so common in this day and age, yet this particular case is only fiction. A teenage boy named Donny has been going through a few changes in his appearance. His parents, Matt and Daisy, are somewhat disturbed yet they don’t say much to him. Then one day Daisy gets a call from Donny’s school administrator and tells her that his grades are attitude are dropping scale. He eventually gets kicked out of private school and does poorly in public school.
The third is when I was in 6th grade my older brother got sick from a disease called diabetes that you get from eating too much sugar. When I found out I got scared and I stopped eating a lot of sweet stuff and I started playing sports to keep myself healthy. My fourth is when I was a 7th grader my friend started getting involved in gangs. Most of my friends were getting is that when I got to high school I found out that everything you do affects you in the future. I was getting bad grades and I was never able to play sports cause of my grades.
The problem, I believe, starts and ends with us. Those two students, from Columbine High School were outcasts and constantly teased. The sad truth about that tragedy is that it could have happened here. Honestly, we've all made fun of someone at some time, but toward the end of the year it seems as though we're all being nicer to each other, mainly because we're not going to be here much longer and we realize it simply isn't worth it. I think it would have been much better to have had this attitude at the beginning of high school instead of at the end.
There were many symptoms of depression that looking back, people could point out in Robin Williams. After becoming a drug and alcohol addict early in his career, he worked to become clean. He was drug and alcohol free for 20 years, but relapsed while filming a movie in Alaska. It only took a week of drinking before he knew he was in trouble (guardian source). When asked why he started drinking again, he said it was because he was afraid and lonely, he thought drinking might help ease that.
Shortly after, my father stepped down from his position as pastor, claiming to be mentally unstable to lead a church. A few weeks later my mother served him with divorce papers. Within a matter of months, life changed drastically. I had experienced the loss of a friend and the loss of a complete family and was left with brokenness. When I should have been angry at God the most, he showed me how faithful he was.
Towards the last month of the fall semester I found out that any GPA under a 1.5 was the consequence of dismissal, and I completely panicked. I started looking for shortcuts and easy way outs, looking for options if I were to be dismissed. I started looking into community colleges, and explanations to my parents, of why I was getting kicked out of college. I still had a very negative attitude and wasn’t taking responsibility for my actions. Then I turned to my family and my boyfriend.
He was given another dose of a sedative which caused him to be extremely disoriented the following morning, yet his old self was still shining through. “Papaw,” I asked upon arriving in his room that morning, “Why are you so tired today?” “Because I made 300 faustnauhts last night.” He replied without hesitation. Now, I can imagine that anyone would be tired from that, but where my grandfather came up with the word “faustnauht” instead of “donut”, I’ll never know. On Christmas Eve, after spending eleven days in the same hospital bed, he lost circulation in his left leg and had to undergo surgery.