Essay On Support System

This is an informal essay giving readers an insight on my support system as a child. The things that helped me feel safe as a child. Resources in the neighborhood that helped me grow and blossom. Insight on why I may think the way I do. The focus is to analyze my background and put aside anything that may hinder me as a Social Worker.

The support system I had as a child would be my parents. Luckily I grew up in a two parent home as an only child. This boils my father over when I say, I am an only child. I am the result of a second marriage. I actually have a step-brother who is ten years older than me. We were never raised together. We are good friends now, but then, no we were a decade apart. Father worked for the railroad and mother was a high school teacher until I was born. My mother felt it best to be a stay at home mother.

During my childhood the community raised a child. I had nearly an entire street watching over me. There was one other child on the street and she also was an only child. She lived in a single parent home. Our street was filled with older people, mostly in their 60’s. You never really saw them out and about. I do know firsthand they kept Bellsouth (telephone company) in business. The elderly couples would call whenever they thought I was doing something wrong. Looking back it was a wonderful support system.

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Since leaving home some odd twenty-four years I have stuck with many things I was trained. I have also changed a lot of them. The major question asked of this informal essay was: Will my values cloud my responsibilities as a Social Worker? My answer would be no. I will have to take my blinders off and think outside of the box. I will evolve with the changing times or I will be left behind. Regardless of my feelings towards traditional families. My mind still works on a serving families and helping those in need. I am hopeful that I will continuously keep people