Personal Narrative: My 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 me so I can 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 after 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 …show more content…
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 as well. 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 have to evolve with the changing times or I will be left behind. Regardless of my feelings towards having a traditional families. My ultimate value is working to serve families in need and helping those who want or seek my help. This also extends to those who are handed to me in a folder against their
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 after 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 …show more content…
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 as well. 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 have to evolve with the changing times or I will be left behind. Regardless of my feelings towards having a traditional families. My ultimate value is working to serve families in need and helping those who want or seek my help. This also extends to those who are handed to me in a folder against their