Personal Narrative: I Will Change A Daddy's Girl

One event that has changed my life forever and the way I look at things now is when my father was admitted to Greenville Memorial Hospital the day after Christmas last year in 2015. I was not notified that my dad had been admitted until the second day he was there. I clearly remember sitting at McDonald's with my then boyfriend on a date celebrating our one month. The fries I was eating were so delicious until I got the call my dad had been in a bad accident due to alcohol and had been admitted to the Intensive Care Unit at Greenville Memorial Hospital. I asked the caller, my dad’s friend Nancy, if she was sure it was him. She replied, “Yes, I would not play around with something like this.” My boyfriend and I left our food and immediately left

When thinking about what Occupational Therapists (OT’s) and what they write it is a lot of goal setting, documenting what they found, and writing a proper diagnosis analysis. . Elders and children that have suffered from things such as disease, surgery, or injury is the main market for OT’s because it is a motor system disease based job. Writing about goal setting and diagnosis; treatment OT’s are a very important to those in which diseased. There are multiple different types of writing in OT; the diagnosis paper is not going to be the same style as a function-bases goal writing assessment. It is very important that each paper that is written that it is full of vital information that will help not only you but the patient to properly grow and develop correctly.

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My father said “Samuel, you awake?”, I thought the best option was to not reply so I can insinuate that I was sound asleep. But then he did it repeatedly with the knocks getting louder and louder like gunshots, the best option was to reply in a tired tone so I would not make him worried and think something tragic happened if I was not replying. He told me “Samuel get ready we’re leaving in about an hour and a half”. He said it in such a joyful tone since we were going to get grandma. I started to feel regret in my decision, I would feel terrible if he knew I was going to delay us going on the plane flight. But then I remembered the whole reason I was doing this in the first place, my fear took over me and that feeling of regret went away in a flash. I told my dad “I'M NOT GOING!” I must have woken up every living member of that house because one of my Spiderman action figures fell off the shelf when I made that proclamation. My dad sounded so angry when I spoke those words, his footsteps were loud walking to his room. All i could hear is my dad shuffling through his things and stuff falling, he ran towards my room yelling “WHERE IS THE KEY!”. I was scared of my father at that point, i had the key in my hand but i was shaking so much that i dropped the key and i could tell that my father knew I had it in my possession. He started yelling at me through the door telling me that this flight was very

After how long I have waited, I did not want to get that trip taken away. I dreadfully got back into the car, realizing I needed to be quiet and not say anything because it made the situation worse. Minutes dripped by slowly slipping through my mind. My phone was taken away so I could not blank everybody out through music. The car ride was long and enduring even though no one had talked so it seemed to move faster. It started off as a whisper and I could tell something was up due to my dad’s facial expression. He started yelling at my mom over the situation and that she should have just left me alone. I agreed with him strongly nonetheless I did not like seeing my mom upset and flustered. Out of nowhere, words slipped from my mouth and passed through the car hitting my dad hard. I was sticking up for my mom because it was instinct. I realized that this whole thing was my fault and our family time had been destroyed speedily over an issue that could have been resolved so easily. My dad pushed his foot on the pedal accelerating the car and made a sharp turn getting onto an

“No, mon cher,” the woman looks at a flat panel television screen that hangs outside a bar-restaurant near Dana Point, “That isn’t daddy.”

Changing the way she view things was my first approach and to think positive in what life has to offer. Also by developing a support system amongst friends and family and building up the social support. Three months had passed from our previous session she still has not driven or gotten near a freeway since the accident. She still fears the event can happened again. She drop out drop all her classes from the spring semester and her winter grades were not her best. She worried constantly and never came out outside her home only for therapy. Her friend was not constantly going to visit her because she has become aggressive and was constantly angry.

This all started when my mom started telling me about how hard her life was and that I had it easy. Well I didn’t exactly agree with that statement so I said something. I stated that she wouldn’t last a single day in my shoes so that is where she got mad and went to her bedroom.

My dad tried to put his hands around my mom's neck. I ran right in between trying to push my dad off of my mom yelling “ Stop daddy stop!” Trying to protect my mom from getting hurt. When finally he stopped. My mom started yelling “ I’m going to call the cops!” This was the one thing I did not want to happen. I didn’t want my dad go to jail. She went to grab the phone and I pulled it away from her crying and telling her “ please don’t call the cops!” Trying to make it stop not thinking that my dad has done anything wrong. They then kept on yelling at each other. My dad decided that the only way to let out his anger was to destroy something. Destroying beautiful pictures and candles.

The next morning I woke up and everyone was still quiet, I got ready for school and went along my way. When I got to school I got called out into the commons area to speak with my teacher. I was horrified, I thought I was in trouble. Our counselor was out there and kept asking me questions about my step dad. I didn’t lie, I told them what he used to do and how he is. She sent me back to class and I didn’t think about it until I got home. When I got off the bus I stopped at my neighbors to play with their dog for a few minutes like I did everyday, but when I got home my step dad wasn’t home. He was always home when I got out of school so I was confused. Hailey was at cross country practice so I was home alone and scared. My mom got off at five so I waited until she got home to ask her what was going on. When she got home she made me go with her pick up Hailey from practice and then she said we had to go somewhere. I thought we were going to get ice cream or something, but it wasn’t a sweet treat. We had to go to this office place. We pulled into the parking lot and my stepdad came out of the building. He

I was an only an 11 year old child with only my dad to raise me up, my mother had passed away from a heart attack when I was only five years old. My dad was a boxer that would always come home beaten up. I would have to patch him up every time that he would lose a fight and come home with cuts and bruises on his head.

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For most of my life my parents have been very protective of my siblings and I. Growing up I had many conversations with my parents about allowing me to have my curfew pushed back unfortunately every time I asked it seemed like I was getting farther away from receiving their approval although this repetitive process had been going on since eighth grade the day for me to finally experience how it felt to be out past 9:30 p.m. and come it was the last Friday of spring break during my sophomore year and my friend Damon was doing the party there was a lot hype surrounding this party like it being the best event of the school year and I definitely didn't want to miss out so that Sunday before the party I prayed a lot harder than I usually do and ask God to give me the courage to ask my parents to attend the party immediately as we arrived at home I wash the

This whole day seemed like a bad nightmare. I did not eat all day and night. At eleven that evening, a police officer walked into my aunt’s house without knocking. I saw my dad standing behind him. My dad had his head down because tears where rolling down his face and dripping onto the floor. My daddy was in handcuffs. Another police officer was behind my dad. There was also an armed police officer standing outside the house. Many emotions were racing through my head. I was so excited to see my daddy. At the same time, I felt so bad seeing him in that state. I could not even give him a

My dad arrived the hospital angry why do you think is that? Oh wait I was also with my mom, sister, and two brothers. After I woke up I asked about my mom first, I do not know why, but its might me because she was angry at me, and terrified that something bad happened to her. My brother told me, that I was unconscious, they thought I am going to be in coma, but I woke up after 3-5 hours. So my dad arrived angry, and yelled at me, you how the fathers when they get scared that something happened to their kids, they begin to do something to show us how they love us, but in teenage time, we thought the opposite, anyway, I told him that I did not drive the car, its was the private driver, I told him. I know probably, you are wondering how the car accident happened, right? Alright, the accident happened when we were trying to cross the high way, we waited 10- 15 minutes to make sure the cars are gone, and safe to cross it. So the driver did cross the highway, but in matter of seconds, the second car damaged the right side of the car, where I was in front seat, and my mom in the back, seriously. The whole right side difficult to know how the shape, so that why I was asking for my mom.