You're on your own, kid. You always have been." It is the lyrics of one of my favorite Taylor Swift songs, "You're on Your Own Kid," that can probably sum up my life. The life of an only child, amidst all the stereotypes. As a baby, I was recognized as the smiley and talkative one since I was able to say my first words at 8 months. According to my mother, my first word was "mama," which made her very happy as a first-time mom. Eventually, when I was a child, I learned to be alone. I was living my life with all the stereotypes about being an only child. These stereotypes made me think negatively about myself, and as a child, I was afraid to make mistakes. Which is kind of weird since childhood is where we learn new things by failing and making mistakes. That's why I'm highly dependent on my parents; I let them choose and decide everything for me. Since I was avoiding being the same with the stereotypes that I have been hearing, I didn't notice that while avoiding it, I adapted some of these stereotypes. …show more content…
I love going out and spending time with my friends, maybe because I wasn't able to do this as a child. I won't say that I became an independent individual, since I'm dependent on my friends. Most of my friends are older than me; that's why they would treat me as their child. I'm not complaining about this kind of treatment, since it makes me feel special and loved. This time I was able to resist and break free from the stereotypes that have been haunting me since my childhood. I learned that making mistakes is part of life, and it won't make me less of a
When I was a child I thought everybody’s family would be the same, just your average family like mine and yours. My life as a child was a carefree life, I didn’t care for much, except stuff like doctors or dentist, I’ve done pretty much what an average kid did, I thought we had a good life going. When I went to my classmate’s house or meet their family they seemed like they were average to me. I never thought about how us as a family would have any trouble in the world, I was wrong.
If I am not able to do something on my own or say something for myself, I feel incapable and take it as an insult. Also, through the past couple of years I have picked up many friends. Becoming more involved has really helped me to become more social and I am a people person now. I love talking to people and getting more friends. I did not think much has changed between those two years, but looking back I am proud with how much has
I learned to live this way from my family, mostly my mother. My mother has always taught me that if I don’t act like myself, I’ll attract people who don’t like the real me, but if I act like myself, I’ll attract people who do like the real me. Like my mom, the real me is rather
It’s impossible to decipher how other people view your image. It’s a hypothesis, an educated guess. Projected images can sometimes be misunderstood, viewed as negative, self-serving transparencies. In my experience a large segment of the population attempts to portray a false image of someone they are not, but someone they would like to emulate. Without a solid relationship with someone, it can be difficult to decide if their image is real or delusional. I have been conscious of self image since my youth. My life has provided me with many challenges and opportunities that have resulted in the evolution of my image that has transitioned from a rebellious teenager to a 55-year-old displaced worker going back to college.
Growing up I was not able to express my feeling or thoughts. Confuse on how to act according to what people expect or depending with whom you are around with. I thought I was weird because my friends didn’t like other girls and they thought it was disgusting. So I never told anyone how I truly felt until I was in high school and even then I felt embarrassed about being different. I am always making sure to act the way my friends or family expects me to. My friend said these rules impact her identity because she wasn’t sure what was appropriate or not. She had to stop being a tomboy because it was not accepted by her family. It made her grow up upset about not being able to be who she truly was. Growing up not being able to express herself made it difficult to fit into certain crowds, which made it hard to make
The lyric ‘Whoa, how'd it get to be only me? Like I'm the last kid still kicking, that still believes.’ references the fact that so many people are trying to be who they’re not. ‘An oath of silence for the voice of our generation.’ This lyric demonstrates the fact that kids are trying so hard to fit in, they are losing the ability to be unique in an attempt to follow the trends. The deeper meaning is to never succumb to the pressure modern day society threatens kids with. ‘In a world full of the world yes, I’m here to scream no.’ Be the person that screams ‘no,’ and don’t fall into the trap society sets for
Developmental psychology seeks to understand why and how all people change over time (Berger, 4). We start off as similar babies, yet we grow to be so distinct from each other. The purpose of this research paper is to discuss some of the big questions that we have today in the field of developmental psychology; the nature-nurture controversy, how we grow into such distinct adults, and whether or not the experiences we go through can change us.
During these years I spent most of my time at home. If I finished my schoolwork early, I would go play outside with my siblings. I spent most of my evenings going to my activities such as football, baseball, or taekwondo. I also went to many homeschooling group meetings where I got to meet and talk to many other kids. Even though I spent so much time outside, going to activities with other kids I felt that I had very little amount of friends. Even though after all this time spending with other kids and I never fully knew them. My activities offered very little time to actually talk to the other kids making it difficult to make friends. Since I barely got to talk to these kids I felt awkward when I went back to public
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
What was I like as a baby? Can you give me some descriptions? My mom explained that I was a very extreme baby. She explained that if I was happy everyone knew I was happy if I was sad everyone knew I was sad. I was a very expressive baby. If I felt uncomfortable I would cry and scream until someone would come. If I felt happy I would smile and make silly face. It was always clear what type of mood I was in. My mom said that I was the type of baby that never wanted to be alone if I did not hear or hear anyone around me I would try. I always wanted attention from any person. My mom said that I was the baby everyone wanted to hug because I would go with anyone even a stranger. My claims that I was a baby who just wanted
Growing up, my parents exemplified an equal marriage; with equal sharing of power and authority by balancing their time and energy to their occupations, children and their marriage (Berk, 2014). Mother- child attachment was created early one, due to my mom having a miscarriage before me so having a baby was a life goal. My relationship with my mom is still healthy to this day, due to her developing a nurturing bond from infancy. Being the only child, I struggled with strong friendship because I was a pleaser and wanted everyone to be my friend. I was always getting bullied, tease for my long hair, crooked teeth, and unstylish clothes. I spent my entire childhood leaping from one friendship to another because after investing time, I learned individuals were only friends with me because I was a pleaser. The pleasant attitude and limited relationship with my father resulted in several failed relationships. My dad was around, but throughout my childhood and adolescence, he works 16-20 hours days to supply economic support for his family. I never knew the effect of his work schedule had on my development, until constructing Week 6 assignment paper. I transition each friendship into being the person; they requested just to fit in. "Once adolescents join a clique or crowd, it can modify their beliefs and behavior," (Berk, 2014). I struggle
The beginning of my junior year I’ve had to make a slight adjustment to my daily life. My brother left for the University of Arizona in August, and ever since then I have been treated like an only child. I enjoy being treated like an only child because my parents listen to me better, but I miss having someone to do things with me. When I was fifteen I went on an extremely long road trip to visit Nick’s new school. My family decided to drive all the way to Tucson, Arizona in one day, so it took about 16 hours before we reached our destination. The annoying part about this trip was how hot the car would get, and how annoying my family is after traveling for more than two hours. We did have fun though on the way back, when we stopped in Palm Desert. My family and I appreciated Palm Desert because we stayed at a nice resort where we played ping pong and swam for
My aunts would always tell me about how they would babysit me, and I would never cry or whenever I woke up and they were still sleeping how I would just lay there quietly, and watch Tv. Today nothing has changed much about me I’m still as quiet as a mouse. I think me being quiet has a lot to do with my shyness. I’m not really the talkative/associating type, if you talk to me of course I’ll talk back, but let’s just say I won’t be the first to start a conversation. Only my family, and the people I really talk to knows how I really am, but if I don’t know you I’m not that talkative because 1.
The idea of leaving home for the first time lingers in the mind of adolescents who are soon bound to leave home and find their purpose and calling in the world. Whether this is to pursue a higher education at a collegiate level, chase after a dream in an industry, or simply begin work, these unavoidable life events embody the definition of independence. This is the essence of Linda Pastan’s poem, “To a Daughter Leaving Home,” which depicts the struggles of leaving home and letting go and through this the theme of finding independence is revealed. In brief, the poem commences with a young girl learning to ride a bicycle through the help of her parents, however, as the girl matures and grows she begins to rely less on her parents to ride the
I was an only child in my family for about a year and a half. Of course I don’t remember being an only child, but I feel that time will be similar to my first year at college. I’ve en...