Abuse and Proper Discipline

I sacrifice experienced umteen things in my life. each(prenominal) of my life experiences have affected me in different ways. Some experiences were neat and some were non. The physical twist I experienced by my fetch was the most imp diddle experience. A parent is supposed to create a safe, stable, and loving home. Instead my spawn created a home of fear, instability, and inconsistency. This affected my fashion in take aim, and how I react to things later in life. I was born(p) in Florida.At the age of two my father moved me and my ternion brothers to forward-looking York. At this time my mother was not in the picture for unappreciated indicates. My father was avid alcoholic, and drank a lot. During his drunken rages he would call out me and my three brothers. My father moved us around a lot, and we never authentic eachy stayed In atomic number 53 place for very long. I was never sort of sure why this was, but I would guess t don maybe someone or somebody became s uspicious of what was taking place In our home. This resulted In us taking off before anyone could find out for sure.My father started beating us while he was drunk, but then at long last started abusing us while he was sober. It became a regular thing for us and almost expected. He would start to hit us based on his moods. If he had a bad day at work, or had a fight with one of his girlfriends. He would choke us, cowhand us, throw us, and has flat gone as far as burn my brothers arm on the stove. There were times that we did not eat for days. It was not because we did not have any food, but because he wanted to punish us. He alike kicked us out of the house, and make us sleep outside. Even In the winter.I was terrified of my father. Instead of Henning 2 growing up impressioning score it on and trust. I grew up feeling fear and pain. I would often envision sitcoms on TV, and wish that I could just jump into the screen. Daydreaming of a better life was something I did often. I wanted to leave, but this was in all I knew. This was my life and nothing was going to change it. My father did not only contumely me when I did wrong, but instead he would abuse me when he was in a foul mood. The abuse was inconsistent, and because of this my behavior was impacted. In school I would lash out at teachers, and was defiant.My father was not concerned with proper plain or punishment. I was more of a punching bag for his anger. Therefore I did not comprehend how to act or pay properly. I was uncontrollable in school. I would Jump on desks, and crawl underneath tables In the lunch room. I even threw chairs at the teacher when I did not want to do something she asked. I was uncivilised with my classmates, and disruptive. The bus ride to school was also a problem. I would endanger the safety of the other children by jumping over the seats, and disrupting the bus driver.It got would get letters and phone calls from the school, he did not seem to parcel out. My fa ther was more worried about what was going on in his world to care what was happening at my school. After a while the school decided I needed to be enrolled in a special school that was more equipped to handle my behavior issues. No one in the school system even thought twice about the discipline at home. If they had investigated our home they would have found out my father never disciplined us, but abused us instead.To this day I feel that proper discipline is needed for a child to grow up and become successful in life. The abuse started to get worse as we got former(a). He became a lot more aggressive. He even finish up sending me to the hospital for bashing my head on the bathroom floor. The reason for the more intense abuse was because of the increase in size of my older brother. My brother was getting older, and was able to fight back. Unfortunately my dad was let off Henning 3 a lot bigger than my brother. My dad would often punch holes in the walls when he was mad.One day I was picking at one of the holes in the wall that my father punched in. He walked by and saw me doing this. issue of nowhere he punched me right in the eye, and I went to school the next day with a black eye. This started causing a scene with my teachers and nurses. I went to school plenty of times with black eyes, and bruises. I could not understand why this one was any different. The ruse must have gotten downhearted and tired of seeing it, and finally acted. This caused an investigation, and at the age of eight geezerhood old I was removed from the hell that I called home.When I was creation removed from my home I remember seeing my neighbor with an unsurprised look on her face. This made me wonder if she had suspected the abuse all along. It also made me wonder how many others knew or suspected what was taken place in my home. After being removed from the house I called home. I was placed with a foster family. The first few months were great. I was not scared and looking over my shoulder anymore. I was intellectual and felt love for the first time. My foster mom made pancakes and sausages for eat in the mornings.I have never had anyone make breakfast for me before, and it was like heaven. I had warm bed to sleep in, and I even had a TV in my room. It might have seemed that my story was over. However the effects of the abuse were unbosom there, and my behaviors still caused many problems. Throughout my life I had to go through therapy to undo the damage my father caused. I had to relearn how to act and behave properly. Today I am a pretty sanguine person, and I do not like to use my past as a crutch. However I will not deny hat there are some lasting effects that the abuse still holds.Therapy was very successful for me. It help me deal with what happened, and encouraged me to move on with my life. However therapy cannot remove the memories and the experience. I will forever remember the abuse I endured. Henning 4 The abuse from my father affecte d me in many ways. I had to struggle, and was not able to have a normal childhood. I grew up in a home full of fear, and lacked the to relearn how to behave properly. I do not regret what happened in the past, for my past is distinguish of who I am. What I have been through and what I endured has only made me stronger.