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Spongebob Squarepants: A Psychological Analysis
At age four, I remember sitting on the couch watching Spongebob Squarepants, crying uncontrollably, not knowing why there was a police man sitting beside me, or why my mother wasn’t in the house with me. In that moment, all I cared about was trying to figure out what had happened and when I would ever return to a life of normalcy. The police officer was a remarkably gentle and compassionate white male, and with ease, took my mind off the emotionally-draining night that I was experiencing. The police officer asked me a series of questions about where I went to school and made an extraordinary effort to connect with me as a person. The last moment I remember from inside my mother’s apartment, on that night, was me and the police officer sharing a laugh, when Squidward Tentacles, from the television show, Spongebob Squarepants, started laughing as his nose was expanding and compressing in the most idiotic manner. …show more content…
Unfortunately, this type of mental behavior was not a one-time occurrence, as she suffers from severe bipolar depression. As a child, I never noticed any clues or hints that would lead me to predict she suffers from a mental disease, as no child would. But, I quickly began to discover how critically ill my mother was by the end of grade 7.
The transitioning summer from grade 7 to grade 8 was an exceedingly challenging, demanding and painful one. During this particular summer, my mother was going through a divorce with my step-dad, Michael, and her everyday attitude and mental stability was greatly affected. Every night I spent with her that summer, consisted of tears, personal problems and having to hand-feed her anxiety pills on an almost hourly basis. I can say, without even the slightest doubt, this was the worst summer, if not the worst period of time in my entire life and had a harsh negative impact on my

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