What made the death of my mother a stressor for me was that besides the fact that I lost my mother, her passing was so sudden; she was alive when I went to bed that night and then she was not when I woke up the next morning. She had been unwell for a really long time, but none of us had ever thought that it was bad enough to take her life. Her death affected every aspect of my life and my family’s life; it forever changed my relationship with my father and it will continue to affect how my family operates for the rest of our lives. If she had not died, then my father would not have remarried and I would not have gotten a stepmother; that is just another aspect that was permanently altered by one event. On top of that, she passed away at home …show more content…
I was already on edge with how ill she had been before, so that did not help when I realized that she was not breathing. I did not see a way of dealing with it; my first immediate response once I realized that was not breathing was to ignore it. My thought process in the moment, as irrational as it was, was to ignore it and it would go away. I remember sitting down on the other couch in the living room and battling with myself, whether I should tell my dad or ignore it. At that time, if I told my dad, if I said it out loud, then that made it real and every part of my mind was telling me that it could not have possibly been real. There was no way that she could be gone. Looking at the maladaptive coping mechanisms that go in line with high neuroticism, I most definitely used just about every single one; the only one I did not partake in was substance abuse. I utilized disengagement, withdrawing, denial, and wishful thinking just in the first few seconds of discovering that she had passed …show more content…
I chose this model because it clearly illustrates how my pre-existing health behaviors are influencing by my health outcome and my physiological arousal and also they are being influenced by my personality. I think that how I functioned and how I was already treating my body had a heavy influence on how I reacted to my objective event. Not only that, but also how it highlights the relationship between my personality and the event, how I appraised it, and my existing health
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
Although I endured a similar experience, I had a totally different reaction when my father died in 2006. I could not be by his side because of extenuating circumstances, but I was emotionally distraught and concerned with my father’s passing
One summer I awoke to the chirping of my cell phone. I was really confused because I had a bunch of notifications. On a normal day I usually only have a couple. When I checked to see what they were, I discovered that they were all concerning my best friend. They all said “I’m so sorry for what happened.” I got really confused and stumbled down the stairs to talk to my mom. When I saw her, she had tears running down her face and she said “He’s gone.” My emotions hit me like a runaway train and I immediately went into a depression. The grieving process had just started and it was awful. Eventually, I knew it was necessary in order to heal. Grief marks our memories with sadness and pain; however, this way of coping is the essential key to moving on with our lives.
The fear and panic experienced through this time not only changed me, but it affected everyone else in the family, my mother especially. Losing a child is so physically and mentally draining, especially for a
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
It doesn't make any sense. She's the healthiest person I know. The doctors say there is something wrong with her lungs, but I didn't understand the lengthy explanation they gave my dad and my older brother. I look all around me for fear of what might happen. I pull myself out of my thoughts and into reality.
Losing a parent is never an easy reality, whether you are three or 30, whether you had an inseparable relationship or an estrange connection. Furthermore, it is never something that you expect to experience. In the back of our minds, we are aware that death looms over every being; however, it’s a bitter reality that does us no good to dwell on, so we ignore it, living life in the moment. My bitter reality came in the April of my junior year.
One experience that has been meaningful to me was my mother's death, this has taught me a great lesson in life. Which is to not take anything you get in life for granted. You never know what may happen, so enjoy everything while you can. This started when I was young, me taking things for granted.
Struggles and bumps along the road are a part of life. Never in life may one not experience an obstacle, obstructing their pathway. The experience of loss and death has been something that was a major interruption in my life, fitting to the definition of an obstacle. In no way was any part of grieving easy, and that is precisely why loss is one of the absolute biggest interferences I have faced. There were many steps of tackling what happened and I am still trying to recover on my path from the crater losing my dad caused.
Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before.
Imagine growing up without a father. Imagine a little girl who can’t run to him for protection when things go wrong, no one to comfort her when a boy breaks her heart, or to be there for every monumental occasion in her life. Experiencing the death of a parent will leave a hole in the child’s heart that can never be filled. I lost my father at the young of five, and every moment since then has impacted me deeply. A child has to grasp the few and precious recollections that they have experienced with the parent, and never forget them, because that’s all they will ever have. Families will never be as whole, nor will they forget the anguish that has been inflicted upon them. Therefore, the sudden death of a parent has lasting effects on those
She had been sick for a few months in a hospital but one day I got home from school, and everyone was sad. Immediately that was when I knew she died. I didn’t ask for details because I didn’t want to know. I do know
In my life time, I have experienced many deaths. I have never had anyone that was very close to me die, but I have shed tears over many deaths that I knew traumatically impacted the people that I love. The first death that influenced me was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was very young, so I never really got the chance to know him. My papaw Tom was my mothers dad, and she was very upset after his passing. Seeing my mom get upset caused me to be sad. The second death that influenced my life was the death of my great grandmother. My great grandmother was a very healthy women her whole life. When she was ninety three she had
It was a Sunday morning. We got the call from the convalescent home. I went up with my mother and brother. As I walked in, I remember seeing him in the bed. He just looked so peaceful; it was the best thing that could have happened. Even so, death is terrible no matter what the condition of the person. No one is prepared to accept death no matter what, where or how it happens.