She now has a new boyfriend but did not sleep with him for four months because she was frightened, stressed and depressed knowing she used to have syphilis. Syphilis is still around today and is contagious but symptoms will be hard to recognize. It can “spread through direct
Foster care and abandonment The baggage that remains By Shaylah O’Hara Guest writer I had always felt that my mother did not want me. While she had several opportunities to get me back by simply providing a few clean drug tests, she was unable to do so. I tell myself that I ended up in the foster care system due to her addiction and that she did not intentionally choose drugs over me; while I do believe that, it still hurts. I got stuck with staff as parent figures; staff not properly trained to deal with ‘troubled youth.’ Troubled? Me?
My mother had her demons. Things of her past would keep her up at night, and at times I would hear her sobbing, incoherently babbling about a man named Tom. She would forget these night terrors by morning, I learned that after one particularly horrid night that I had spent by her side comforting her. I asked her about it the next morning, and she had no recollection of the previous night’s events, or at least that is what she led me to believe. From an early age, I knew not to ask her about the man named Tom, or the blood would drain from her already pale face and she’d spend the next few hours locked in her room.
She never wanted to do what she was told by people she didn 't fully respect. She puts up the fight of her life to Aunt Alexandera because she does not want to become a lady. She does everything she can to stay away from her for a while, then she just tries to stay away from it. Atticus, Scout’s father, commented that he thought that he would have more problems with Scout, because of her fighting spunky nature, than with Jem, her older brother (120). She also would go to the court case, after her father deliberately told them to not go to town.
Karen was alone except for her friends and family she was alone but this did not affect her she was a strong women who could care for herself, well also taking care of others. Karen volunteered in many different things like charities and helping the sick and for her job she kept running Fast Copy before Mitch and Karen both decided to sell Fast Copy so that they didn’t both need to take care of it. As Karen got old her children started having kids and she would help her community take care of others, help people. And then she got a text from her child Robyn telling her over text, Carter has to do a interview on someone 's story I that you would be great. Leading us to now were I am sitting in my room typing this and she’s happy and
Goal 2: Kayla will comply with the treatment recommendations of her medical and mental health providers. • Kayla 's mother accepted praised from the QP and shared, "I am going to do what I have to for my kids." • Kayla 's mother reported, "when I was in foster care it was a horrible experience because I was put on a bunch of medication, so I want my kids out of foster care as soon as possible." • Kayla 's mother reported, "I have given one screen that came back negative I still have 2 more to do before court." • Kayla 's mother shared, "we are trying to move into a bigger place, but we don 't have the money due to my husband not working because of his ankle surgery."
So at quatre years old they finally had confirmed and earned to keep Anthony!! This would have been a rough time for their family and the abusive drug matron! Please keep your kids! Don’t give them to adoption care! This is so sad for me to even hear this story!!!
It was not till she beat the year they told her she had when she gradually became worse. In 2000 my grandma had broken her arm and was told she needed surgery and it was going to be high risk due to her oxygen. That is then when my grandma had first mention a DNR to all of us. We all were skeptical on this as grandma was young and we all felt she should
My sister served as an inspiration to me. I believe it was then that we realized that we were capable of a vast amount of things independently from my father when we had always believed it was not possible. Seeing my sister and mother work independently and not knowing the way life would play out quickly became my drive. I took this downfall and this sadness and I invested it into school. I needed to be the best I could be so my father would be able to open a report card mailed to him for Christmas with straight A’s.
This is for documentation as to reason why my daughter Cadence Lookabill has had so many unexcused absenses. Cadence has struggled with chronic allergies for years and with those allergies she has a lot of mucus which causes vomiting and diarrhea. I have taken her to the doctor for these issues and they just send her home saying there is nothing they can do, so I didn’t take her on those days. If she had strep throat or any other illness I did. Cadence was given notes for the dates in question, she did not get the notes to the appropriate person and after she failed to give them those notes she threw them away.
I had never felt so sick or so scared before. The nurses acted fast, administering an antidote to the Tylenol through an IV in my arm. As soon as my mom heard the news, she dropped everything and made the two-hour drive to the hospital, arriving after midnight. I felt ashamed that she had to see me in that state, and guilty for how much I must have worried her. I spent my first two days there hooked up to machines and too weak to stand up for longer than a couple minutes at a time, and she stayed by my side.
“Ailyn you finished everything you need to get done?” rolling my eyes as I respond back “of course I have, I stay in my personal bubble doing my own stuff all day”. My mom just turns and gives me a half smile of approval, but something always lingered in her wanting to slow down my independence. No matter what was going on, this is all I heard my whole life. Doing everything on my own made me become independent the older I got. For a couple of years I had to learn to do things without my mom when I needed guidance the most.
Anxiety use to be something that l feared. It was like a disease that l felt l had no cure for, and would have to live with for the rest of my life. I constantly felt trapped and scared that at any moment, l would have a panic attack and spiral out of control. It was a scary idea to wake up to every morning, and to fall asleep to every night. My last two college years were not as enjoyable as l wanted it to be, because l kept letting my anxiety get in the way of my life.
I tried my hardest to apologize, but she would not accept or even acknowledge it. Casey was clearly one to hold a grudge, even to a five year old. And I spent months trying to make up for it, even giving her my birthday money and presents. Nothing seemed to work. Eventually I gave up and I let it go.
JD’s speech pathologists saw him during the school day for therapy, but were additionally responsible for educating all of his teachers about different accommodations that were needed for him to succeed. Group projects were a reoccurring difficulty in JD’s life. His mother and the speech pathologist made the entire school faculty aware of how damaging it can be to a child’s self-esteem to be left out of a group. I had never thought of this before. JD’s story made me aware that leaving students responsible for forming their own groups has the potential to do more harm than good.