Personal Narrative Analysis

1502 Words4 Pages
bulb-icon

Recommended: Impact of drug abuse on family

Growing up in my family,(mom, dad , brothers) was/ is pretty rough. My dad and oldest brother got into drugs when I was younger, and that made a big impact on me and everyone else. It started with my dad, acting like a dumbass around the family, and my brother somehow followed. My dad, I have no idea when he started using but, my brother started using around seventeen or eight teen. My dad was always mad that he was going to end up like him, so he would try to talk to him but they were both disrespectful and the always ended up fighting. With two drug users in the house, there was a lot of drama and fights, and I don’t mean arguments. My brother and my dad would straight brawl, be bloody at the end, and made the rest of us pissed off. So, …show more content…

I really enjoyed that trip and I definitely want to go again, also want to eventually visit all the other islands out there. Even though the plane ride is like over 5 hours, it is really worth it. I had to learn that if I wanted something then I had to work to get it. There are a lot of kids these days that get all these new clothes, shoes, games, phones and all this other stuff just handed to them. While for the rest of us, we out here working and getting what we want. We don’t have the benefits of having a wealthy family, if we need something we have to work for …show more content…

A while after my dad was born; I don’t know the reasons; his dad left off to somewhere. My grandma found a husband and my dad grew up with him; his name was Gene. He was a great guy, he would always take us out on fishing trips and we would stay in their log house in Bridgeport. When I was young Gene; who I considered my grandpa, died from lung cancer. It hit the family kind of hard but we were alright. I have never met my dad's dad; I don’t know his name or much about him either. All I know as of right now, he is in an elderly home. But over all to me; my family is pretty awesome, I've always got what I needed, not always what I want but I couldn’t have done anything without

Show More
Related

  • Shielding Children from Parental Substance Use

    847 Words  | 2 Pages

    ...Growing up is a difficult enough task, so adding in parental substance use makes it even more troublesome.

    Read More

  • Drug Addiction : Substance Abuse And Mental Health

    1128 Words  | 3 Pages

    ...onship. Relationships with family and friends are almost impossible to maintain because the addict is only focused on their addiction. Drug abuse will have a major impact on the addicts’ educational and occupational pursuit, making it hard to focus on their life period. While the number of drug addictions steadily rises, the number of children who are affected by drug addiction rises also, this issue is limiting their opportunities and putting restrictions on what they are capable of doing. Children growing up among an addicted parent are likely to start experimenting with drugs, or find themselves in a relationship with a person with an addiction of some sort. Children more than likely grow emotionally unstable, and have physical and social problems (“Drug Abuse Ruins Lives”). No addiction is too far along to tackle, stand up, be strong and fight for your life back!

    Read More

  • Essay On Living Together Before Marriage

    1375 Words  | 3 Pages

    Drug abuse in the family can affect the parents, children, and siblings in family in a negative way. There are many problems that it can cause. In a lot of cases the abusers wont admit they have a problem and will refuse to get help. When family members become addicted to drugs it causes them to rely on other people for everything, they lose jobs, stay away from home, and start to only care about the drugs. I have first hand experience with drug abuse in the family. My biological mother is a drug addict and has been since she was a teenager. This has affected my family in so many ways. Her addiction caused her to lie constantly and she has always been in and out of my life. She has always chosen drugs over my sister and I. This hurts us in a million different ways. She has stole and taken from my family her whole life just for drugs. It has affected me mentally and emotionally and has made me feel unloved and like I was not good enough for

    Read More

  • How Three People Who Have Influenced Me?

    704 Words  | 2 Pages

    My father has been a great influence in my life. The reason why my dad has influenced me is because he was able to raise me. My dad raised my two brothers and me by himself because my mother passed away. The day when my mother passed away was hardest time for us all. My brother and I were in waiting room with a friend of my Dad’s. My Dad came out of my mother’s room with worried face. My Dad told us that mother was not feeling well, so we

    Read More

  • Dysfunctional Families and Drugs

    847 Words  | 2 Pages

    The lack of a strong family structure can leave a teen feeling lonely and emotionally confused. It is not only vital it is necessary for a teen to have both parents present in their life. According to Joseph A. Califano Jr. "Few parents appreciate the enormous influence they exercise over the attitudes and actions of their teens about smoking, drinking and using drugs" (Califano). Adolescents need to have positive figures present in the home in which they can comfortably talk to. Also to prevent experimentation with drugs teens should be better educated about drugs and the effects, which they have, not only on the body but their life and even their family.

    Read More

  • Argumentative Essay On Death And Dying

    1008 Words  | 3 Pages

    I have been very fortunate to have known my maternal and paternal grandparents and great-grandparents. We enjoy a close family and always have. Sadly, my first experience with a close death was when my paternal grandma died at the age of sixty-four of colon cancer. I was in the ninth grade when she died and hers’ was the first wake and funeral I had experienced. I remember having nightmares for weeks after the funeral. As I grew older, I lost my

    Read More

  • Peer Pressure Essay

    1310 Words  | 3 Pages

    The research done for this study specifically focuses on smoking, underage drinking, and sex. Poor parenting practices, high levels of conflict in the family and a low degree of bonding between children and parents appear to increase risk for problem behavior including the abuse of alcohol, and other drugs (Farrell & White 1998). “Generally gateway models show that youth are likely to start with beer and cigarettes, later try marijuana still later use upper, and only then move onto drugs such as downers, PCP, or heroin” ((Farrell & White 1998) Oetting & Beauvais, 1987). Drugs are a common form of peer pressure as stated before it begins with cigarettes then develops to more harmful drugs. “ In addition, transitions to increased levels of smoking have been linked to friends’ encouragement and approval, and the message conveyed that smoking promoted popularity” ( Kobus,

    Read More

  • My Father Is A Hero: My Number One Hero

    736 Words  | 2 Pages

    My dad is one of a kind, He is fairly tall, and he has brown hair with specks of grey, with green eyes that hide behind his glasses. He was what I like to make fun of him for and say a ‘pregnant belly.’ You can always find him in his million cameo shorts, T-shirts and reef flip flops. He is full of stories, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard them all a couple hundred times. My dad is the best dad there is, I know people say that a lot, but honestly, I don’t believe there is one better than mine. This man has sacrificed so much of his life to make sure my sisters and I had the best life

    Read More

  • The Unexpected Loss of a Family Member

    766 Words  | 2 Pages

    Our family was never close but we didn’t care. Nobody thought one day things might be different. All of that changed on September 20, 2014 when a hostile argument ended with the death of both my aunt and uncle. For years their marriage was falling apart. My aunt was very materialistic and wanted my cousins to have whatever they asked for but in reality my uncle knew it was impossible financially for them to achieve this. He would try to explain this to her but it usually led to arguments where she would then threaten to leave him so in the end she got her way which led to their vast debt. My uncle had a drinking problem but went to AA classes for her to commiserate their marriage and family. The night before this event he had drank a beer which led into a dispute which ended with my aunt taking the kids to her mom’s and they stayed their while my uncle just stayed home. Less than twelve hours later the mailman walked up to a house with my aunt dead on the front porch and my uncle inside on the living room floor dead. The screams caught the attention of the neighbors and the police was then called. This is a significant experience in my life that I faced and that had an impact on me during my freshman year and still affects me today. It was a homicide/suicide accident and it deeply impacted my family and me. Not only did it affect my school life but my home life as well.

    Read More

  • Reflection Paper About Addiction

    716 Words  | 2 Pages

    My first memories of my father were what I now know as active addiction, I would watch the chaos in my house, the abuse, both mental and physical and at the time I didn’t understand but as time went on it was apparent, at the age of 11, my father hung himself, although he did not die he cut off oxygen to his brain long enough to render him blind and incompetent to care for himself and he was place in a nursing home where he would reside for the next 25 years of my life. I swore I would never do drugs because I saw firsthand the destruction, but my family addiction did not stop there. My aunt was a daily drinker, my uncle was addicted to heroin, another aunt addicted to crack

    Read More

  • Drug Effects On Family: Effects Of Drug Abuse On The Family

    1286 Words  | 3 Pages

    When one member of a family is involve in the misuse of drugs, the whole family is affect irrespective of whether the drug abuser is a senior or junior. As a result, the relationship between family members is affected negatively; therefore, the family may end up being dysfunctional (Barnard, 2007).

    Read More

  • Narrative Essay About Addiction

    1057 Words  | 3 Pages

    For the first few months, it wasn’t obvious to those around her that she had developed this addiction. When it finally became obvious to my father, he confronted her with treatment options that she continually refused. He turned to alcohol to escape the stresses of living with an addict. By this time I was three and my mother had turned to harder drugs. Life went on with my parents continuing to struggle with their addiction. The stress that this put on both of them slowly turned them both into abusive people. They began abusing each other, which eventually escalated to every night when my father came home from the bar and they would scream, throw dishes, and even hit each other. Just once, I decided that if I came downstairs and asked them to stop they just might realize how much listening to them fighting damaged my life, but instead of being understanding, my mother picked me up by my hair and threw me into our large living room window, I later found out that she was high on heroin that night. In November of 1999, my parents found out they were expecting another child and everything seemed to calm down for a

    Read More

  • Should Kids Make Their Own Choice Essay

    634 Words  | 2 Pages

    Norma Bourland: Our son started using drugs when he was 14 years old. We had just moved to another state for the second time in two years, after living overseas as missionaries for the first 12 years of our son’s life. This was a lot for all of us in our family to handle, especially for an adolescent. Because my husband was the pastor of a small evangelical church, we lived on a limited budget, whereas our new community was very affluent. Our son’s new high school was huge, with about three thousand students. He was the youngest one on his soccer team, and although he was very skilled because he had been playing almost from the time he was born, he had a bit of an accent and was unsure of American ways. So he kind of stood

    Read More

  • The Story Of My Life Essay

    1099 Words  | 3 Pages

    It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,

    Read More

  • The Death of my Father

    874 Words  | 2 Pages

    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...

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative Analysis

Open Document