The media also presents homicides and other violent crimes in a teaser type fashion (Jensen). They make the situation look more appealing than it really is. They utilize non-specifics and add far more attention to the scene than what is needed. All of this negative attention on what or two crimes give the impression that those specific crimes or crime in general is happening more frequently than it really is…
Loosing their families, watching women get raped, their friends get killed, and just the overall affect that it causes to the brain.…
Sociological insights are found in different varieties. Deviant families such as “the Wild and Wonderful whites of West Virginia,” Life with Murder” “Farmingville” are an ideal explain to discuss about this topic. A common idea or explanation can be how these people grew up in economic style life or how these people mental issues. Deviant form grows up from aggressive lives, or can be changed from social or internal issues that relates to their families. No matter the situation there are always a common interest with families and cultural conflicts among deviant.…
My current event is about a 15-year-old boy named Tristan Potts from Missouri, who pleaded guilty in December for murdering his sister. At the time Tristan was 13 years old. The little girl body was found in front of their adoptive parent’s yard. The first responders arrived to the scene in October, 2015. Tristan ran to the woods as his sister suffered from gun shot wounds to her head and right shoulder. Later on, Tristan was found near a shopping building behind the house. Investigators found two handguns that Tristan’s hands teste positive for gunshot residue. Officers also found 500 bullets hidden in two skillets in the kitchen. Together with, the intent to set the house on fire. A psychologist who interviewed Tristan said that he appeared…
As a police detective, I see a lot of things ordinary men can’t even fathom—serial killers, rapists, drug lords—but nothing could have prepared me for the Dyer Street case. It started out like any other home invasion: a local woman went to bed with her family when all of a sudden she heard a scream coming from her son’s bedroom. When she entered the room she found her son on the floor, unresponsive.…
In the Occupational Therapy Practice Framework 3rd edition, a client factors are specific capacities, characteristics, or beliefs that reside within the person that influence performance in occupations. That further can be broken down into 5 different characteristics which make up client factors. The first is values; which are principles, standards and qualities that are considered worthwhile to each patient. Second is beliefs; which are cognitive contents held as true. Third is spirituality, which is being spiritual. Lastly, is body structure and functions which can be merged together to be clearly defined as “physiological function of body systems and anatomical parts of the body such as organs, limbs, and their components.” (W.H.O., 2001)…
Families of murder victims, rape victims and sex trafficking victims deal with increased PTSD, depression, suicidal thoughts or actions, and an increased chance of substance abuse. Unfortunately across the country and around the world the people who committed these crimes are acquitted during their trials. They are unable to sleep at night due to fear that the person who hurt them or someone they knew could come back and hurt them. In America today, people of higher social statuses are able to get away with more crimes such as murder, child pornography, sex trafficking, rape and even dog fighting.…
In May of 2013 my grandma was in front of my little cousins preschool waiting for school to be let out when she was stabbed. Her killer’s name, Nahn at the time I only knew his first name. It wasn’t until a few days later that I discovered his last name it was a name I knew well Dong. The reason I didn’t recognize his name was because I only referred to him as Uncle. I believe that the actions of certain family members do not represent us as individuals.…
In 2013 there were a record high of 56 murders in my home city of Trenton, NJ. My great-grandmother lived until she was 102 years old, so at the time, my thirteen year old brain never thought death could impact my family. I walked around Trenton’s streets no matter the time of night, witnessed various fights, and occasional gun scares- but no matter how dangerous the situation became, I could never see the gravity of it, and it’s long-range impact on my life. I was oblivious to and failed to realize the dangers that surrounded me. The violence did nothing but make me lose all hope for Trenton, the amount of deaths never impacted me until my cousin Shakir was murdered, it was at that time that death made me grow up.…
I once had a personal experience with a drive by shooting, I was walking down the street of my block, when all of sudden some car was passing by and started shooting at a guy that was about 10-12 feet away from me, I jumped and started running and since I couldn’t run all the way home I ran into someone’s backyard and stayed there to hide for a good 5 minutes, afterwards I ran home and then my parents called the cops and if it weren’t for me running into that backyard I would’ve been shot. Also, my parents used to be friends with this guy that got shot at a park around midnight, I don't know the whole story but the guy was really drunk and was sort of part of a gang, since he had a brother that was a gangster and had some type of…
It had been about a month and a half since I had moved in with my boyfriend (at the time) Josh and his mother, Dawn. I moved in just a few days shy of my 18th birthday because I was now an adult and since I was adult I knew everything. God, didn’t even know how to do laundry……
The police said it was a robbery and that my father car was found stripped and left up on blocks. My father was barely hanging on for dear life when one of the attorneys from his old job came to tell me that his disability would now be cut off because there would be no way to tell if his injuries was from the job or from the robbery. Oh, but if that wasn’t adding salt to an already open wound, Mack Cannoli arrived to ask me how was I going to pay my father’s debt now that he can’t. What the man had offered as a way to help pay the debt had me taking a swing at him, but his men stopped me. Luckily, the police officer who was investigating the robbery walked in.…
When someone has a spouse that has been murdered they can have trouble moving through the process of grieving. There is no way to prepare for the loss of a loved one through murder. The sudden and unpreventable nature leaves nothing but pain and anguish in its wake (Asaro, 2001). Laurence Miller (2009) said, “The cruel and malicious nature of murder compounds the rage, grief, and despair of the survivors […] a deep and justifiable anger toward the killer alternately smolders and flares as investigations and legal actions meander along” (p. 68). There are other factors outside of grief that homicide survivors must handle. Media attention can be intrusive to some families compounding the grieving process. Often, there is a microphone shoved in their faces, trying to elicit a reaction or response (Asaro, 2001). “Very often, in sensationalized cases, family members are subjected to frequent and in-depth discussions of the case and of their loved one’s lifestyle” (Asaro, 2001, p. 99). If the murder happens while the victim is participating in risky behavior sometimes there can be stigma attached, in which others may think the victim got what they deserve or perhaps blame the family (Asaro, 2001).…
Have you ever been through an experience where you moved to an unfamiliar location by yourself? I had the opportunity to do just that when I left my hometown in Hong Kong and come to America for a better education. I was only thirteen years of age at the time. Giving me the chance to come the U.S was the greatest gift that my parent has ever given me in my life. I appreciated them for providing me this valuable and precious chance for my thirteen years old birthday present.…
“Graduation, the hush-hush magic time of frills and gifts and congratulations and diplomas.” You weren’t lying when you said that Maya Angelou. May 19th, 2013 I had dreamt of that day for almost four years. I know I can’t be the only person who feel this way. I remember it as if it was just yesterday. So many different emotions going through my mind all at once. Happiness, Sadness, I felt relieved because it was almost over but at the same time I felt anxious and overly excited to just leave and go far away. 389 seniors were going to walk across the stage and receive their diplomas. After all, our class had the biggest percentage of graduates who were actually…