Identity: The Critical Turning Point Of My Identity Development

Finding an identity is a hard thing to do when you spend so much time fighting against who you think you are and who you want to be. Finding myself has defiantly been a challenge, but after finding the critical turning points of my identity development, I am proud of the person that I think I am, and I regard that person as someone that has fought through the thick and thin to achieve an identity of a successful, gay scholar.
Being known as “the demon child” defined who I was for the first five years of my academic career. From first to fifth grade, instead of receiving instruction in class, I taught himself from the comforts of a private desk outside of my teachers’ classrooms, and when I was not productive there, I completed work in the

While there were a few hiccups regarding behavior in sixth grade, by the time I made it to seventh grade, my negative behavior had become a thing of the past. This dismissing of my negative behavior came partially as a result of my “honors” status and being grouped with other students of “honor”. Because this group of people was rarely in trouble, I committed to not being in trouble to keep up with the social stigma of being “in.” Using Goffman’s theory of face, I constructed a new identity because of the negative perception that I would have received if I would have continued my negative behavior. This commitment to the new identity guided me through relationships that otherwise would have not happened. In this identity, I found relationships with new people, extracurricular activities and an expansion of the success that my parents so desperately wanted me to have.
Living up to my parents’ and society’s wishes, I conformed to an identity that was never who I really was, but this identity gave me the first solid framework for making friends and being a “somebody,” so I cannot complain that much about it now In my elementary school days, the only option was to “get right,” so I got right by following a constructed conformity that eventually led me to develop the portion of my identity that drove my success through middle and high school and currently drives my success through

And while the details of the arguments that caused these altercations are lost to me now, all I can remember is the distrust and rejection that ravished my identity the moment their bodies made physical contact with mine. Living a life that was constructed by them and for them, I was utterly lost when the feelings of trust and acceptance died. I had committed myself to taking part in extracurricular clubs that stepped up my involvement and got me closer to getting ahead, and I had achieved a status that was somewhat unmatchable for others in regard to my popularity because of my success, but all of this seemed pointless because of the confusion that my parents