I was confronted with a rather common conflict of bullies in sixth grade, and was verbally rather than physically abused on a daily bases. My first response was to ignore it, but it progressively got worse until the point where I was always in a bad mood. This put the people around me in a sour mood as well. No one was ever happy around me, including myself, for a long time. Until finally, I exploded while having another session of their abuse.
Antisocial behavior is when the person had childhood behavior problems, poor behavior controls and has committed some kind of crime at a young age (Mulcahy M., Cutinelli P., Warner J. and Woodruff T. (April 01, 2011). Ridgway’s childhood life was very difficult because of his environment. His parents fought all the time and the stress at home caused him to wet his bed until he was 13 years old. His mother was controlling and very strict, so when his mother found out about it she would make fun of him in front of his family. He always felt like his mother doesn’t love him so he just wanted to be loved by his mother.
They told me that it was just a bruised bone so I continued to play despite the awful pain that my foot was in. I played for about 2 weeks fighting through the pain and didn’t preform how I wanted to because I was slow and couldn’t put a lot of pressure on my foot. I was in a major slump and couldn’t buy a hit due to the pain the swinging cause me. Eventually, I finally got a hit and as I was running to first base my foot hit a hole in the ground. The basepaths were all grass and it was really choppy.
The environment in which Precious grew up in, is toxic, dysfunctional, and dangerous. The mother was abusive, verbally, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Precious was also sexually abused by her father since the age of three. The second cue I identified is the Mothers refusal to accept responsibility for her actions in the way she raised and treated Precious. It was clear in the counseling session that the Mother still blames Precious for her significant other not wanting her and eventually leaving her.
I was a child when I moved to California and it was really hard for me to attend school because of the bullies who told me I 'm not good enough and that I should ¨go back to Iraq to get killed.¨ I was struggling a lot in school. My grades were not good at all because I had no focus on school, but on the students who build me. Students
Growing up I was always considered much smaller than most of my friends. I was a lot skinnier and weaker compared to most of the kids my age. All through middle school and ninth grade it was like this. I saw this as a problem in my life because I had a very low self esteem and couldn’t feel comfortable in my own body. I was tired of how I looked and decided to make a change.
A year ago if you had asked me what I carried my answer would have been, “I carry my shame, my depression, and my anxiety, I carry my fear of others opinions, and I carry my scars which I am ashamed of, and the constant reminder I am but a failure” and at that time this is what I genuinely believed. These being unseen, unknown burdens I carried with me everywhere I went. I had severe depression since the 6th grade and never thought I would be strong enough to one day overcome it. Asked today what I carry, I would assure I carry my pride, my grades and my progress, high and mighty. I would say I carry my happiness and my healthiness as if it were a trophy.
"The thing about kids who have really troublesome home lives, not just with homelessness but other things, too is that they have this defeated look on their faces, because they're trying, and it's not working," Lyndsey said. "They're tired and they're hungry, and it's stressful, because they don't know where they're going after school (Brown 3). "Homeless children are more likely to be diagnosed with learning disabilities they are more likely to miss school and change schools, and are more likely to drop out of school than other children and score lower on standardized tests”(Brown 6). "The boys are more affected by this more than girls because they are taught different. “Boys get a message from a very young age to be a man, and to be a man means you're strong and you don't cry and you don't show your emotions," smith said.
One of the things that has been a struggle for me over the years is the slowness of my reading and the process of absorbing written materials. I was always a bad speller and had a very low self esteem on my academic abilities. Eventually, I came to realize that I must have some sort of reading disability, inherited from my mother who struggled as well with the same issues. When I was in elementary and secondary school nobody ever talked about these kinds of disabilities and I was ridiculed many times from many teachers for not trying hard enough. I was labeled as not living up to my potential, as teachers could tell that I was bright, but couldn 't seem to come up with better grades.
Researchers began to wonder what caused this awful disease and how it could be cured. Technology has completely evolved since the diagnosis of Lou Gherig now with modern medicine it has been realized that there are reasons become about. Most cases are caused by multiple brain trauma, and the other is simply genetic. The cruelest part of ALS is that as the body begins to fail and no longer has any function the mind is aware and can do nothing but watch it’s own destruction. Steve Smith a running back for the Oakland Raiders he was diagnosed with ALS and has been put on a ventilator to be able to breathe and his wife is now his full time nurse.
When I think of myself as a writer, I think of a writing struggle. I struggle with getting things done by the deadline, there are times when I feel “on top of the world” this is when I write my best, and there are times when I can’t write at all, I just feel like dying. I went through a lot during Junior year, and it resulted in me being very depressed; which really affected my ability to write. I hate writing when my heart isn’t in it when this happens it leads me to procrastinate, waiting for a spark of motivation but, during Junior year I realized you just have to fake it occasionally and write with only your intelligent mind. My Junior year I decided to take Mr.Davies Dual Enrollment English class, a college level class.
I wore long sleeves in hot weather and teachers had questioned, but I never had an answer to give. It was hard to look into the mirror and see what I had become. Everybody told me I was a disappointment and I began to believe it too. The cutting went on for as long as the end of seventh grade. I felt myself drifting away from my family and in general, the whole world.
He was only 18 months old when he was given the diagnoses. The only parts in his body that were tumor free were his hands and his feet; His mom (Kat) just about fainted when the doctors showed her the scans of her little boy and all the black masses in his body. “They were in his spine, arms, legs, adrenal glands, lymph nodes, and in his skull and the doctors did not know if he would live”(Lucy Laing). Kian had to endure ten weeks of chemotherapy and surgery due to neuroblastoma. Kian’s mom quotes,“When the doctors said that they couldn’t see any tumors any more, it was such a relief.