Anger Associated with Trauma I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom …show more content…
I looked outside and saw my mom fall to her knees and cry as my grandma followed right behind her and did the same thing. I was as confused as to what was happening and where I was going but I looked at my sister and I grabbed her hand and said, “We are going to be ok”. We didn’t know where we were going, but we were soon to find out what it was like to be in the foster care system. Eleven years old and I had my first ride with a cop and it was the worst car ride of my life. I couldn’t breathe and the palm of my hands started to sweat. I couldn’t stop glaring at the back of the cops head and hating him for what he just did. That was the first time I had ever wished death on another human being. I constantly kept looking over and checking on Alyssa and making sure that she was ok. She was shaking and crying she was so scared and I kept wishing that I was strong enough so that I could comfort her but I couldn’t. I couldn’t find the words to say to her so and it killed me. Eventually we ended up at a building I had never seen before and the cop got out and opened my door then asked us to get out and prompted
Let me tell you a little but about myself Miss Butcher. When I was five years old I had been living with my mother and father in Denver Colorado. My mom and dad worked really hard to get me and my brothers what ever we needed. One day when my mom and dad were getting ready for work they told me that I was going to have to stay home alone, I had no idea where my brothers were at the time… probably with my grandparents or something but thats besides the point. They left to work and I started to play on my PlayStation. What felt like hours was only a couple minutes because I heard a knock at the door and I looked out of the window and seen a police car. I was scared so I opened the door and there stood two police officers. They asked me who was
My bedroom was all the way up in the attic on the second story of our house, well so was everyone else's. My bedroom had gorgeous baby pink walls and a humongous queen size bed with beautiful white sheets and pillows, my window had like a built-in bench. While I was in my room, it was about 9:30 p.m. I was reading my favorite horror book, ''Stephan King's IT''. While I was reading I kept hearing stuff downstairs but I just brushed it off. The next day me and my dad were outside playing in the muddy creek water. While, my dad was inside grabbing lunch I heard a horrifying screech. Being the curious 12-year-old, I am I decided to go and Investigate the horrible screech. As I was walking in the woods, I came across a horribly burned car, the cars rusted fame was all that was left. All of a
When my parents told me that they were going out on the lake with friends, I didn’t think too much about it, but when my parents left it was late, so I started to lay down and go to bed, I was happy because I never got left home alone. Then I woke up, it was like 4:00 a.m. So I sneakily went into my parents room to see if they were home but they weren’t home and I got a little concerned. I woke up the next morning excited to see my mom. I was going to the living room and I seen my mom on her rocking chair soaked and I was curious. I seen a little hole the size of a pebble on her knee and her side was bruised.
In using the three main sociological perspectives, I would like to explore these methodologies involving stress. The corner stone in exploring these theories will provide us with various standpoints with which to grasp the world of anger.
The next thing I knew my sister and I were under one of our play-houses and my mom was sitting by us. My sister and I were screaming for our dog, Jade, and my mom was calling my dad. My dad was on his way home from doing a search warrant in George. When they were on the blacktop out of George he got my mom’s call. He started speeding up and passing the other troopers and cops. They radioed him and asked him why he was going so fast. He told them that his house just got hit by a tornado and that his wife and girls were in the house. All of the people started racing to our house. My mom was still on the phone and she noticed either dust or smoke in the air. The dust got really bad and my mom thought that the house was on fire. My dad was calling out all of the fire trucks and the ambulances. When he got to my house he came running downstairs and grabbed my sister first. My mom and I walked up the stairs after him. He went and put my sister in a cop car and then came to grab me. When he took me outside I looked up and I saw constant lighting and it made the sky purple. It was also windy. When he put me in the car my mom got in next to me and my sister. Then the deputy, Birkey, drove us to his house by Rock Rapids. We stayed the night there and my dad and the other people followed the tornado and helped the other people out. After the tornado hit the house, and my dad came home to get us to a safe
When I finally left school, I said farewell to all of my friends and I started walking home. But when I started approaching home, I knew something was off. So I started running to my house. But I was too late, when I was able to get inside I saw my entire family on the ground dead and covered in blood. But I saw some object behind the couch and I couldn’t believe my eyes, I became so scared when I saw that there was a frightening creature
It was a Sunday just like any other. Little did I know that this would be the worst day of my life. It was my dad’s week to have my sister (10) and I (14). It was 10:00 a.m. and we were all getting ready for my little sister Brittany’s soccer game. Brittany and I where down stairs eating our cereal while my dad was up stairs taking a shower. He had been up there for about a hour and we where going to be late to Britt’s game, so I went up stairs to see what was taking so long. I knocked on the bathroom door and there was no answer. So I knocked a little bit louder, still no answer. At that point I new that there must be something wrong.
Well when I was 6 years old, I was attending Baum Elementary School. One day I got pulled to the office and that I’m leaving. As I see these people who looked like they was lawyers. They followed me to office. My mom said never go with strangers. They told me to get in the car. I refused to get in the car until I seen my sisters in there. So I got in and my sister looked at me and said, “ I love you and that we are going away from mom for awhile.” I started crying and asked my sister, “why.” She explained to me why. My sister is the oldest and her name is Kimberly. It was overwhelming and horrifying.
I was in school when my phone kept vibrating in my pocket and I knew it was my mom. Soon I was called to the office and Jennifer told me that my mom needs me to leave school and come home immediately. So I went back to my class, got my things and said I was leaving for the day. I was very confused as I was driving, when I reached the curves in the road a few miles before my house it just came to my mind that something could be wrong with my great grandma. I shortly arrived at home and my mom told me what was going on and told me that I needed to help her pack clothes and everything else we would need for about a week. I went to my room and my emotions took over and I started to tear up and was very upset that this was happening.
It was Christmas night, we were having one of the biggest blizzard in Iowa that year. The electricity was out and my whole family was cuddled up in blankets sleeping in my parents room. Then, in the middle of the night my mom and I woke up to my little sister crying in her crib. My mom got up to try and get her back to sleep. But my mom smelled something unusual, she went out in the kitchen and saw that there was smoke in the kitchen. She then got confused and look everywhere in the kitchen to see what was going on. During this time I was watching her wander around the kitchen because I had no clue what was going on. Then my mom came back in the room and said, “ Stacy get up! I think our attic is on fire!” My Dad jumped up and told my mom to get us kids out of the house to go to our neighbors. When my mom got me up, I was so confused because everything was happening so fast. I kept on asking myself why had not our fire alarms gone off. We quickly got our coats, boots, and hats on and ran out of the house. My parents stayed back and called 911. I was scared to death because I did not know if we were going to lose our house or not. I was also thinking about if my parents are okay and safe.
It was a Monday morning my grandma was talking to my mom on the phone and my mom always lets us heard their conversation, so they always talk to for a long time and after 30 minutes my mom was turning sad and when she goes to the room me and my sister know something has happened and then I went in my mom room and the door was locked and It was a difficult time for our family that time. My mom tries to get more information and figured out and when we went to go pick out my aunt, my grandma told us that one of our older cousins was shot we did not know how but I think what I remember what my mom was talking to my grandma, and she said that he got kidnapped and the next day he was shot at I don't really know how that happen because it I could
In life, many things are taken for granted on a customary basis. For example, we wake up in the morning and routinely expect to see and hear from certain people. Most people live daily life with the unsighted notion that every important individual in their lives at the moment, will exist there tomorrow. However, in actuality, such is not the case. I too fell victim to the routine familiarity of expectation, until the day reality taught me otherwise.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
Anger is an immediate reaction to an obstacle. It is a strong negative emotion of displeasure, hostility or fury that might occur to anyone on any occasion. Anger generates other bad feelings such as fear, disgust, shame, irritability, outrage, hostility and even violence and the aggressive response it generates can harm you. Anger is a punishment to you for somebody's fault.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...