Baseline Phase Report
Jessica T. Van Nostrand
Liberty University
Analysis of Target Behavior
To help define my behavior I asked my brother for help. Below are the agreed upon behaviors that I exhibit at a particular time. I am hoping that this qualifies for an IOA (interobserver agreement or interobserver reliability). When I observe something that my brother (age 66) has either done or not done that displeases me, my voice gets very loud, my face contorts into something resembling a “Halloween mask”, negative words spew forth from my lips and I tend to wave my arms in all directions for emphasis. I also pace back and forth saying things like, “How can you do this to me?” …show more content…
I am sick of having to ask you every day for help when you know what needs to get done. NOW GET UP!!” He did get up begrudgingly, as if I was annoying him. Intensity was a (2) and the tantrum lasted 5 minutes.
Saturday 11/15 (6:40-7:20 p.m.) I was in a great deal of pain from the car accident on Monday, November 10th and Michael came in asking me what I was making for dinner. I was lying on the couch with an icepack on my shoulder and a heating pad on my back. I told him that he would have to fix himself something tonight because I was so sore from getting a chiropractic adjustment. He started to complain that there was nothing to eat (there was plenty to eat, just nothing he wanted to make). All this time he did not come out to ask me if I wanted or needed anything so I threw a full blown tantrum. I started screaming at him, “Are you stupid, do you not see the heating pad and ice pack? Do you not realize I was in a car accident and could have been killed? Can’t you do something for me for once?” My voice rose to the level that I believe the people down the block could have heard me. I got myself off the couch and actually got in his face (I would like to believe it was the pain killers I was on but I have reacted like this in the past when I was over tired or not feeling good) and continued to scream how useless he was and that he needed to find another place to live. He just looks at me and goes “blah, blah, blah, I’m not going anywhere,” and then I accelerate into psycho mode telling him that I can’t take the fact that when I am sick he will do nothing for me but the rest of the time I do everything for him. I am not rational at this moment because if I was, I would realize that I am wasting my breath. The more he acts like he doesn’t care that I look like a lunatic, waving my arms and distorting my face into something scary, the more I realize it is hopeless and start