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Personal Narrative: Identity Foreclosure

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As I mention in previous post my sister was teen mother. My parents were extremely disappointed in her. As I result I underwent identity foreclosure. According to James Marcia, individual in this identity statutes yearn for approval. I wanted my parents and younger siblings to be proud of me. I went to school because my family would be proud of me. I was the first in my family to graduate from college. I saw this achievement as a collective goal because I hoped it will have a ripple effect in my family’s education. It has my 11 year old brother is constantly encouraging me to go back to school and obtain a Master’s Degree.

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