Diagnostic Impressions Sharon is a 34 year old mother that is being forced by Department of Human Resources (DHR) to complete treatment to get custody of her two children. Sharon was married 10 years to her husband after he passed away from a car accident two years ago. Client reported that she started using opiates two months after her husband passed away. Sharon’s husband was her high school sweetheart and was the only reliable man in her life. Sharon married two years after graduating from high school and hasn’t had the opportunity to live by herself.
In a few short weeks, heartbreaking news and the beginning of a long struggle would transform the lives of myself and my family. My grandparents, living in that little brown ranch house, played a huge role in my early life, often my biggest supporters and role models. So when my eighty-three year old grandmother was told less than a month later that her congestive heart failure left her with less than six months to live unless she chose to have open heart surgery, I was devastated. She had vowed to never do it, leaving me to think I was bound to lose one of my best friends. Less than a month later, she
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home. So here I was a 9th grade being only 14 taking care of my sister (who is two years younger than me) having no license or anything to help me. I learned to be really independent and caring, also I matured for my age faster than most kids at my age. After my Mina passed away my parents fought worse than ever and seperated and I went and lived with my mom
I didn’t see him again until I was an adult. During my childhood, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents because my mother had to teach in another town. I loved going to school and was an excellent student. I continued to go to school until 10th grade when my grandmother and mother became ill so I had to take care of them. I was raised to not believe in segregation.
I couldn’t pronounce my words. I had a brutal lisp and wasn't able to pronounce the “s”’ in words. Several years after the commencement of my speech therapy, I was diagnosed with dyslexia. This news came shortly after my family relocated from the Midwest to Ipswich, Massachusetts. My parents determined that the most effective way to combat my dyslexia was homeschooling and additional special education from the local elementary school.
Time passed and I tried to lean English. I really had a hard time to learn English but I didn’t gave up. I had a hard time to study English because nobody were able to speak, write, and read English in my family. I finished four years high school. Then my family wanted to move to PA so, my family and I moved to PA.
She is now recovered and is serving in the military, but she has scars from her past that will last a lifetime. I am eighteen and a senior in high school, and I was forced to grow up before my time. During thirteen years of my life we spent very poor or in an unstable household with my mother’s boyfriend, I kept good grades, never got in trouble with the law or at school, and never did drugs, I had baby-sitting jobs and when I turned sixteen, I got a job and held that job for two years. In my life I want more. To succeed I must give up who I am now to be who I want to be.
When we were in Somalia both of our parents were part of our lives but things changed when we came to the United State in February 2009. I came to this country with my mother and five siblings. I’m the oldest of six children and when we came here I was eleven years and the youngest one was three years old. None of us spoke english and the first year was the hardest year that we ever been through. I think the person that went through the most was my mother.
My 6th grade year was also one of my most traumatic years leading up to high school. This was the year my grandparents whom I basically lived with moved out of state. My mom was working constantly because she had just gotten her first medical job and my step-dad was in prison. I was 11 maybe 12 and I had to grow up pretty fast in my neighborhood. For the first time I would get out of a new school without having my grandma there
Four years after that I came to the U.S.A at the age of nine not knowing a single word of English. My family lived with my uncles in a two room house with a total of thirteen people living there. I understood the challenges and sacrifices that my parents were making to bring me to this country. I quickly learned that I would have to work hard to succeed and take advantage of the opportunities my parents came here for. When I started school, I got to meet English-speaking Latinos who helped me immerse in this new culture.
Despite it being almost a decade since my parents and I moved to America from China, neither my mom nor my dad speaks English fluently. After my own struggle with learning English, I now help my parents out by acting as their translator, which includes going to doctor 's appointment and school conferences. As their daughter, I wanted my parents to gain more independence in doing daily tasks, such as having a basic conversation with another
When my son was 10 he had no teachers. By the time he was in High School my foundation had changed a lot. Also, in my years of teaching, I got an “Educator of The Year Award” for helping my school so much. After my fund had helped a lot I decided to do something else that would be helpful, I made my own teaching books. Some of the people who are dear to me still have copies of them.
James dad really wasn’t in his life to help him nor be that father figure in his life. James and his mother went from house to house, apartment to apartment. He missed 70 plus days of school and a high school kid. A man name Mr. Frank took james and helped turn james life around for the good. After he moved in with Mr. Frank he started making better grades, and he also was at school everyday and he made his mother proud by doing the right thing while she was getting things situated for the family.