Final Project:: Personal Narrative
Personal Narrative
PSY/230
Louise Dean
May 8, 2011
Over the past five years the purpose and meaning for my life has developed into an
empathetic, caring, responsible person. I am in the process of fulfilling a mission to help others
deal with life’s situations, circumstances, and issues without the use of alcohol and drugs.
My life began as the 18th of 20 siblings, which was not an easy assignment for me. I had to
hold the position as “the baby” for seven years before my baby sister was born. This was the
beginning of the development of my personality that I possessed over time through experience
and my environment. The infancy stage of my life was filled with glory and gloom as parents
and siblings gave praises to me,” The Baby”. I was always catered to and showered with gifts of
love and affection. Until one day, something happened. People was walking by me to get to the
baby, this small “something” which my mother kept bundled up until the next visitor came by
with oohs, ahhs, and compliments of praises for “it”. As Caldonia replaced my glory, I was
determined to be doomed for life. In spite of others’ sympathy for me, I felt like something was
wrong with me. I developed the sense that I did something wrong, and something was wrong
with me. I had lost confidence in myself and others and trust was broken. I became resentful and
felt neglected as if no one loved me any longer. I developed personality traits of
introversion/extroversion, friendly/ unfriendly, and became a loner. The
fluctuation of my feelings towards the baby, my mother, my family, and the world were
internalized feelings of the pain I felt. Feelings of inferiority overwhelmed me.
Upon entering first grade, in early childhood, I developed a different perspective with this
interactionism with other children. I was taller than my peers and after being picked on by older
siblings, I felt like this was my
PSY/230
Louise Dean
May 8, 2011
Over the past five years the purpose and meaning for my life has developed into an
empathetic, caring, responsible person. I am in the process of fulfilling a mission to help others
deal with life’s situations, circumstances, and issues without the use of alcohol and drugs.
My life began as the 18th of 20 siblings, which was not an easy assignment for me. I had to
hold the position as “the baby” for seven years before my baby sister was born. This was the
beginning of the development of my personality that I possessed over time through experience
and my environment. The infancy stage of my life was filled with glory and gloom as parents
and siblings gave praises to me,” The Baby”. I was always catered to and showered with gifts of
love and affection. Until one day, something happened. People was walking by me to get to the
baby, this small “something” which my mother kept bundled up until the next visitor came by
with oohs, ahhs, and compliments of praises for “it”. As Caldonia replaced my glory, I was
determined to be doomed for life. In spite of others’ sympathy for me, I felt like something was
wrong with me. I developed the sense that I did something wrong, and something was wrong
with me. I had lost confidence in myself and others and trust was broken. I became resentful and
felt neglected as if no one loved me any longer. I developed personality traits of
introversion/extroversion, friendly/ unfriendly, and became a loner. The
fluctuation of my feelings towards the baby, my mother, my family, and the world were
internalized feelings of the pain I felt. Feelings of inferiority overwhelmed me.
Upon entering first grade, in early childhood, I developed a different perspective with this
interactionism with other children. I was taller than my peers and after being picked on by older
siblings, I felt like this was my