I was sitting next to my mother and father on our couch when he had to deliver the news I had hoped would only manifest itself as a worst case scenario in the deepest parts of the back of my mind. Not only had my mother finally been diagnosed with a dementia that will leave her inept and unable to speak towards the end of her life, she had been fired from her job- my three person family’s main source of income- , and had also lost the ability to drive. This was in 2013. Throughout my life, I have had to be strong in circumstances that most people would never even give a thought of happening to them. In the early stages of her mental illness, I was very small and my family didn’t know that anything was wrong; but I did.
So therefore her defense attorney had a doctor, by the name of Bettye Back, twice hypnotize Vickie Rock to allow her to remember fully what happened the night she killed her husband. During her hypnotic sessions she was unable to remember details of what happened at the time of killing her husband. After her two hypnosis sessions were over she was able to remember distinct details about what had apparently happened during the shooting of Frank Rock, her husband. The prosecutor heard about how the defendant was under a hypnotic state when she was giving her recorded testimony. He ordered a petition to exclude the testimony due to the evidence being inadmissible.
There is no reason. Eric Hewson, the resident medical officer, had been removed for a time from the medical register because of a sexual relationship with a sixteen-year-old patient. He and his wife Maggie, an unhappy alcoholic who live in Charity Cottage. According to Maggie, since they live off Wilfred 's largesse. Moxon had to leave her last post after striking an elderly patient.
She realizes that her silence has been slowly killing her saying, "I wept…for all the words never spoken between my mother, my father, and me"(17). By not sharing their story, whether it be to one another or a third party, that she has taken away value from her life. Hiding away this experience has only hindered her life and caused her to loss her sense of identity. The narrator speaks to this saying, "Most of all I cried for those other girls who had vanished and never come back, including myself"(18). She is bringing attention to both the voices that screamed that night and those who were overcome with a deafening silence.
I dropped out of high school at 9th grade to help provide for my family. My mother was in jail for a drunk driving offense and my father wasn’t around. I lived with my grandparents and with my brother and I, a family of four scrapped by off my grandfather pension. It wasn’t enough. My grandmother pulled me out of school, at my insistence, and told the school that I was going to be homeschooled now.
Although the story never explains whether or not she committed the crime the wife has a fairly strangle attitude. When Mr. Hale shows up to her house, he says that she was just sitting in the rocking chair while her husband’s dead body is just laying upstairs. She did not attempt to contact anyone, she just sat there as if she wasn’t sure what she should do. When Mr. Hale asks her, “Why, what did he die of?” she states, “He died of a rope around his neck” (Glaspell. 970), she does not move, nor make a face.
I was like I do not care I want to see her. She went back to the room and not even three minutes passed by and my mom and grandpa came out crying saying she was gone. It happened that fast. The pain was like a knife was stabbed in my back and every time I would think about her, it would just go in farther. I did not, not even for a second believe that.
Since Ben’s parents were not there, my mother and I followed the ambulance to the hospital. When things began to calm down at the hospital, I sat on the bed with Ben and asked him how he felt. “I miss you, and I want us back together.” said Ben At this moment, I realized he deceived us all, and I began to comprehend that his hypoglycemic attack had been an attempt to capture my attention. “How could I be so gullible?” I thought to myself. I could not believe that Ben would go to such drastic measures to attract attention.
I let others people’s opinions of me become the only opinions that existed. I let grief consume me and I never let the sun rise after Emilie’s death. There were no words, no voices; only the weeping of a girl who has lost the only certainty she ever had. I cry because I regret everything, and the world is just so beautiful, I just didn’t realize that’s there is beauty behind the
This was not an easy day for any of us and I was not mentally stable enough to make a choice from this change. Everyone seemed to be arguing, people were yelled at back and forth, different thoughts were debated as if one side was right and right in the moment I decided to leave that environment. I do not know if it was the best for me to do but I could not be there anymore and isolated myself but other managed to find me. “What’s the matter ? Why did you leave?” asked my cousin.