An eleven year old girl, growing up with anger in her heart for where she was yearning to be loved. I felt that he neglected me. My way of handling it was I became destructive in school and at home. After a few years of being troublesome. I didn’t feel anything different, I just felt angrier.
(MIP-3) After reading this book the author has taught me that PTSD is a serious real world issue. (SIP-A) The change in Najmah’s behavior showed me what it is like to have PTSD as a child. (STEWE-1) Akhtar and Khalida are helping Najmah, but she is still in shock from the bombing. It says, “But I feel as if my tongue has been locked inside my mouth since the moment I saw my mother airing the quilts just before the bombs fell. I try to communicate, but although the words form inside my head, my tongue and lips will not cooperate” (Staples 88).
Consequently, I was extremely busy at home and therefore, often missed school. The days I did go I was exhausted from staying up with my mother and had difficulty staying awake or concentrating in class. My grades suffered horribly so over time the thought of even going to high school faded from my mind. In fact, if it weren 't for the special help of my math teacher I most likely would have failed 8th grade. When I came to Pennsylvania things completely turned around.
Baby boys are also often treated better than baby girls are, more celebrated and more loved. My mother had gotten pregnant four times in her life. During my mom’s second pregnancy, my dad did not take any precautions for treating her gently and continuously had her working without rest and this caused my mom’s first miscarriage. He was not too upset because he had the view that women could get pregnant again easily and therefore one miscarriage is not a big deal. My mom’s second miscarriage was because of my dad’s failure to take care of my mom when she was feeling unwell.
Most people say life is extremely valuable and every day is a gift. Personally, I did not believe life was very valuable until I was medicated. With my mental illnesses every day of my life is a struggle, and I have to take medications to have normal brain functions like most people. Before I started taking Zoloft I thought it would be a magic pill that would immediately cure me and make me happy. The first few weeks I honestly thought I was dying, but I believed my doctors when they said the benefits would outweigh the side effects.
I took all my pent-up emotions and took them out on my family. Multiple times was I kicked out of my house, and multiple times did I have the police called on me. This lead into even more of a downward spiral transcending into my seventh grade year. The bullying increased, along with my pain. I never felt like going to school, and I spent my time staying up late into the night playing video
I never really gave much thought to resilience before it entered my orbit about three years ago. Even then, I was more enamored of the concept of using resilience to help others than I was with the idea that I might somehow apply resilience principles to help myself. However, the animated discussions from Friday’s class stimulated a considerable amount of introspection in me once I left the classroom. First, I acknowledge I am an exceptionally sensitive, emotional person; when I experience events, I feel them very deeply – I like to joke that I cry at Kleenex© commercials, but that is the truth…compassionate, empathetic, emotional, pick any or all of these adjectives, and that describes me. The lessons on self-awareness and resilience
One dreary waking on a September morning Michael Corvin began his routine as every other morning. During the morning time he: brushed his teeth, took a shower, combed his hair, and lastly ate his breakfast before he left home. His mother Nancy often worried about him because ever since his elementary years he’s been picked on and betrayed by his former “best friend”. The thought of seeing her son come home crying again due to bullying would break her heart, the more he cries in despair the more distraught she becomes. Michael didn’t think too much of it because the more that he thought about the more depressed he became while having such sinister thoughts; to prevent these heinous actions he simply clears his mind and moves on from the situation.
In 2013, research conducted at Stanford University found that students in high-achieving communities who spend too much time on homework experience more stress, physical health problems, a lack of balance in their lives, and alienation from society. Everyone knows homework is stressful, especially an excessive amount in a short period of time. I remember many nights in grade school and junior high where I’d become overwhelmed with the amount of homework I had, sometimes to the point of tears. The most stress I’ve ever felt is when I’ve had an assignment due but I didn’t have enough time to finish it, or I skip out on events and sleep to accomplish the assignment on time. Sleep and mood are closely connected.
Your work changed my view of self by realizing that I don’t have a bad life. Growing up, my parents would always fight, drank a lot, my dad was rarely home, my mom was unhappy, and I never really felt like I had an actual family. I witnessed a lot of bad things that happened between my parents when they fought and is something I’d never wish upon anyone. My parents got divorced when i was 9, which I took very hard because I had to live with my mom by court and I missed my dad a lot. I thought having divorced parents was hard but after reading A Child Called “It”, I was appreciative of my childhood because I wasn’t abused, wasn’t treated badly by my mom, and was loved by both of my parents.