Wait a second!
More handpicked essays just for you.
More handpicked essays just for you.
Effects of incarceration on family
Effects of incarceration on family
Effects of incarceration on family
Don’t take our word for it - see why 10 million students trust us with their essay needs.
Have you ever experienced a loved one going to jail?......,Hearing the loud crash from a mile away. Not knowing what it was but in the back of my mind not caring what happened or how it happened. Until the phone rang…,police officer on the other side of the line finding out my dad has just gotten arrested. I rushed down stairs with my best friend by my side. My heart was beating outside of my chest.
“Sit down” the cop said to my father, as my father sat down on the curb of the street. People surrounding the seen trying to figure out ( why?, who?, when?). I told myself this wasn’t happening that this was all dream, when i walked out to see my dad in handcuffs. I was really worried on what was about to happen but, more so my mom she was tearing
“Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.” It’s the most unfortunate and inconvenient rule in the book, triggering paralysis while the other players are free to use their $200 to taunt you while “just visiting” you in the slammer.
How people mature into grownups is directly affected by the moments they experience as children and young adults. Most of what children learn happens at home through their parents. Estimates indicate that more than 1.3 million children in the United States have mothers who are in jail, prison, or on parole, and most affected children are less than 10 years old (Mumola as cited in; Poehlmann). That information leads into the research question, what are the effects incarcerated mothers have on their children? Do those children develop and mature just as their peers do? I hypothesize that: the offspring of incarcerated mothers are more at risk for intellectual problems than their peers.
Parental incarceration and its reoccurring effects on children, specifically in the system, is a rising issue with little research done and no current solution to halt the snowballing problem. According to Cynthia Seymour (1998), “current estimates indicate that as many as 1.5 million children have an incarcerated parent; many thousands of others have experienced the incarceration of a parent at some point in their lives”. A large portion of our country is effected by incarceration, especially children, yet nothing is being done to support these children and their families or caretakers.
Prisoner security categories are used as an assessment system to assign convicts to a category that is appropriate for their crime and/or for the safety of the public. There are four categories, each with their own criteria. The category a prisoner falls under depends on the nature of their crimes along with the potential danger to the community if they were to abscond from the prison . A convict’s category will be assessed once they first enter prison, the assessors within the prison service will consider the inmates likelihood of inflicting harm upon themselves or others. These categories are for prisoners who have been deemed mentally or physically able. These categories fall in to one of two prison types; open or closed prisons. Open prisons are institutions where prisoners have more freedoms and are able to move freely around their settings, prisoners will only be placed in Open Prisons if staff considers them as trustworthy. Lastly, closed prisons are considerably more secure and inmates must follow a strict schedule.
The legal system easily forgets about providing care to children that parents are incarnated. While many prisons offer parenting classes, they don’t offer programs to help the children during the period of incarnation. Not only do these children suffer from the separation of their parent, many times these children witnessed substance -abuse and violence at home or in their neighborhoods. Thankfully foundations such as The Annie E. Casey Foundation and the Hope House are working to allow incarcerated parents to still be involved in their child’s life. Additionally, awareness should be raised to help lessen the shame children of incarcerated parent’s feel.
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
Should kids be allowed to see their parents? And what impact will it cause? In a study of a group of kids when asked about their parents being incarcerated many replied with “We’re not supposed to talk about him.” What does this mean? Does the kids have a terrible experience or is it traumatic to even think about them. Visiting incarcerated parents should not be allowed because prisons are a negative environment, the family is widely affected, and it has a long term impact emotionally on children. Visiting a loved one in prison can be a perilous subject.
Those blocks (block, block, block) in just plain gray (gray, gray, gray): the perfect surroundings to leave one's mind blank... or insane.
When thinking about what topic I should write about for this essay I had so many ideas I couldn’t decide. At first my brain went to Monarch Butterfly migration because of the animal lover in me but I didn’t really like the way it connected to the theme the more I thought about it. I also wanted to go with my uncle’s journey throughout Vietnam but that didn’t quite fit for me either. I decided to go with talking about my experience growing up with an incarcerated parent because it’s more personal and I’ve always been kind of curious on the statistics of kids who grow up with an incarcerated parent. I’ve never sat down and considered it so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for that and to also learn more about myself in the process. It’s a topic I’m open with and I think is important to share with other people because it’s not an easy thing to go through and not everyone gets through it.
The second I stepped onto the campus, I knew that it was where I wanted to be and I felt like I was at home. The atmosphere felt friendly and family-like, the campus and the surrounding area was beautiful, academics are amazing, and the athletics and their facilities are great. The most appealing of these factors to me was the outstanding criminal justice program. This really caught my eye because my long-term goal after college is to work in the criminal justice field as a criminal investigator or a crime scene investigator. Not only does UNF have a great criminal justice program with outstanding professors that were, at one point, in the criminal justice field, but they also have great ties with the FBI and Jacksonville Sheriffs Office,
The frustration of being nervous got to me as I tried figuring out what to wear to court where I would see my mother and 11 year old sisters. The only thing running through my mind was the fear of losing the case I had been trying so hard to fight to end, and in the mix possibly losing my sisters too. Being taken away from my family and put into foster care I knew early on that this case for family reunification had to come to an end, so that none of us had
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.
I was facing up to ten years in prison now, instead of twenty-five years. More depositions, another conference, another trip to my lawyer’s office, one day it looked good, and the next day it looked bad. It appeared the judge had made up his mind that I would serve time in jail. Dennis agreed with my assessment. I saw the possibility of going to prison as not only losing my freedom but also the worst humiliation possible.
The Reader didn’t really give any insight on how Hanna felt that prison changed her. We heard other people's recounts of her life in those years but we will never know how she felt about it.