The family in the essay “Spite,” by Anne Trumbore, fights through the adversity of having a mother with multiple sclerosis. As the reader starts to delve into the meanings behind the words, it shows there is more of a mental quarrel going on between the family members. “Spite” expresses the battle between the logical and emotional aspects of the human that begin to coincide with each other as conflicts and complex situations arise.…
Susan Smith’s life was plagued with tragedies and abuse. When she was seven years old, hear parents divorced, then just five weeks later, her father committed suicide. This devastated Susan to the point that she became very distant(Montaldo, 2010). It wasn’t long before Susan’s mother remarried to a successful businessman. On the surface, the family appeared to be normal, but underneath the all-Amaerican family facade, incest was the families deepest secret. For many years, Susan Smith’s step father carried on an inappropriate sexual relationship with her. When Susan tried to report the abuse to her mother and to social services, little was done other than the step father moving out for a short while. Susan’s mother and the rest of the family was more concerned with their reputation being publicly questioned rather than the safety and metal health of Susan. Susan’s stepfather eventually moved back in only to continue to…
Rikki-tikki-tavi The story starts off by introducing the main character, which is a mongoose named Rikki-tikki. Rikki-tikki is also the protagonist of the story. The antagonist or enemy was the two cobras whose names were Nag and Nagaina who were not the nicest in the bunch.…
“Instead of sympathising…wasn’t kind o his father…couldn’t bear imperfection least of all in the humans around him especially those who he was closest too” Summers…
Helen feel anger, pain, fear, or hurt but never show it, she internalize her pain and kept it inside. The therapist asks her to respond to her mother Sara, the anger she feels for her mom. Helen respond to her mother by saying to her mother that she can’t stop being there for her Helen feels disconnected from her mother. When she goes back to her seat she tells her mother she wanted her to feel please about her Helen feels she was good and wanted acceptance. Helen wanted her mother to be please that she was good.…
“She had her first psychotic break when she was fifteen. She had been coming home moody and tearful, then quietly beaming, then she stopped coming home. She would go out into the woods behind our house and not come in until my mother would go out at dusk, and…
Diedre could benefit from the transference and countertransference intervention in Jungian therapy. She can link her past personal dramas which represent an archetypal struggle, comprised of images and symbols from the past, to a new self-realization (Capuzzi & Gross, 2011). This goal can also be achieved by unlocking other elements of her unconscious including her desires, memories and past events by engaging in art, dream interpretation and/or spirituality. These methods can help Deidre gain a new insight into the grieving she has experienced in losing her father and the lack of her mother’s support due to her mental health issues, mood swings and hoarding problem. Deidre is essentially grieving a loss of both parents, even though her mother is alive. Deidre’s mother was not available to her and not capable of nurturing her.…
Girl like Us, by Rachel Lloyd, is a memoir the author’s childhood traumatic experiences such as not feeling love by her mother, being abandended by her father, and molested by her stepfather. “As a girl you reserve your harshest judgment for your mother; as a woman, you see yourself, for better or for worse, in your daughter and you’re alternately frightened and envious. Yet your mother is the one person who is ‘supposed’ to love you and protect you, no matter what. It took me a long time to understand how impacted I’d been not just by my biological father’s abandonment and my two stepfathers’ abuse but by my mother and how difficult it had been to always come second in her life to a man, to a bottle.” Rachel’s prolonged childhood trauma…
Many times in your life you have faced challenging situations or difficulties, unfortunately there was no one offering you much push or forcing you to go down a better path. Your mother had…
Though our whole family shared the burden of my mother’s anger, in my heart I suspected that part of it was my fault and my fault alone. Cancer is an obscenely expensive illness; I saw the bills, I heard their fights. There was no doubt that I was personally responsible for a great deal of my family’s money problems: ergo, I was responsible for my mother’s unhappy life…
A life in the ghetto is no life at all. Especially in Molesville, Pennsylvania, a town left in the dust by modern society. Ever since I can remember my mother has been sick, this terrible place is the cause. With little sanitation the streets are rat infested and the poor die young. We had not had enough money, when my father left us, to afford food to live with, let alone go get help from a doctor. After my mother’s pregnancies she gradually became more and more sick. I thought my mother was in pain from the way she sat on her bed constantly crying. That theory was proven one day when her will to fight died. She transformed into a being of hatred. Her heart turned as black as the night. She was different, the mother I once knew dead. Although I knew she was still there, deep, deep down waiting for me to rescue her from herself. In almost an instant I decided the only way to save her was to earn the money for…
Sonya’s mother remarried when Sonya was seven, and her new stepfather was a big influence on Sonya’s life up until her mother’s divorce from him when Sonya was 17. Sonya resents her mother because of all the time she spent taking care of her younger brothers so that her mother and stepfather could work. Sonya thought it unfair that at times she could not participate in activities with teenagers her age because of her babysitting duties. Sonya spoke of her depression throughout junior high and high school. She says the depression never left her.…
After my leg is finally bandaged, of course, everyone had to go to bed. I think my mother would have killed me if she could have gotten away with it. The hate displayed as she looked at me lying in bed with my other three siblings. I told her, “I can’t cover up”. On her way to retire for the evening, standing still staring at me, as I spoke, pure evil pierced that moment. There was no sign she cared, and never articulated a word to me, just a death gaze before she moved on. My mother held a tight relationship with Pam and Cynthia, she talked with them more than me, treating them a great deal better. They sit up at night at the kitchen table or watching Television sharing tales and secrets with each other. This kinship between them and my mother…
Truddi is an example of this in that her parents did not soothe her or offer her the feeling of protection or calm. They severely abused her every day, leaving her with fear and the feeling that nowhere was safe (Chase, 1987). Truddi did not idealize her parents and had little contact with other people until she ran away from home, but by then she had already built a mistrust of others (Chase, 1987). Truddi’s pole of ideals was not fulfilled, and because of this she cannot self-regulate (other than when a different personality takes over to shield her from memories of her abuse), is in constant anxiety, and does not feel safe in the world (Marmarosh & Mann,…
Growing up in another country brought to light in my eyes the importance of family, having respect for your elders, and to speak when spoken to along with not speaking out of turn. I grew up Belize with an abusive/ alcoholic father, in a way he was similar to what you described he was strict on me getting good grades and staying out of trouble; in any way I dishonored or disobeyed his orders he would be waiting my arrival home, his glare which literally made me weak in the knees and most of the time made me cry, but the various objects he would hold to give me my beatings never made me budge in a way; I was ready it was a routine. My mother I can say was in a way similar to the mother you described, she was always quiet and never intervened in anything my dad was involved in; she could never defend or protect me, she had to stay quiet, and had to make sure my father was satisfied whenever he was around. The phrase you used on chapter fourteen “I realized one thing- I am my father” really caught my attention. I found myself in life trying my…