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What Protective Factors Are Present In The Story? Who Were The Safe Adults In The Story?Who Could Have Provided Protective Factors?
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My whole childhood felt uncertain and there was no faith in the future. The other kids at school were looking forward to holidays and weekends, I wasn't, because I knew my parents were drinking. The mere sound of opening the first bottle of beer made me wary. Knew that tonight you couldn't sleep from arguing and screaming. She was afraid of how drunk her parents would be, whether her father would beat her up, and whether she would have to run away to a scary neighborhood in the dark. A childhood living like a deer that is tense and ready to run away from a lion. So I never felt mentally calm, secure or happy because everything had to be hidden and I had to worry about the next time I would drink.
My parents' drinking has had a big impact on my whole life. All my childhood I was timid, didn't trust anyone and was afraid to get to know people. In addition, I have suffered from depression, anxiety and panic attacks. Today's happy and alcohol-free life with my husband and his loving family has helped heal wounds, as has therapy.
Parents' alcohol consumption does not have to be at the level of alcoholism. Even after a couple of sauna beers, the behavior can have a scarring effect on the child, because especially a small child does not understand why this happens. On the other hand, children sense everything that happens at home and therefore become anxious. Sometimes I wanted to die when I was a child because I couldn't stand life and I didn't see hope in the future that life would change. Today, I think I'd be much better off if social welfare had taken me away from my family and the hell.
My older sister and I were always hiding a drunken father under the dark sauna benches. He protected me and we always ran to safety together. A family idyll had to be presented, so I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about home conditions. However, the primary school teacher's encouragement went a long way, it felt like someone cared. Even at my friends' house in the village, I was able to lull myself into the life of a safe and loving family for a while and dream about someone adopting me away.
I'm already 25. My father died when I was 16. In some ways, this was a relief, because domestic violence was left out of my life. My mother still drinks, but as an "adult" I have set boundaries with the help of a psychologist. I don't see my mom when she's drunk and I've said I won't answer calls if she's been drinking.
My whole childhood felt uncertain and there was no faith in the future. The other kids at school were looking forward to holidays and weekends, I wasn't, because I knew my parents were drinking. The mere sound of opening the first bottle of beer made me wary. Knew that tonight you couldn't sleep from arguing and screaming. She was afraid of how drunk her parents would be, whether her father would beat her up, and whether she would have to run away to a scary neighborhood in the dark. A childhood living like a deer that is tense and ready to run away from a lion. So I never felt mentally calm, secure or happy because everything had to be hidden and I had to worry about the next time I would drink.
My parents' drinking has had a big impact on my whole life. All my childhood I was timid, didn't trust anyone and was afraid to get to know people. In addition, I have suffered from depression, anxiety and panic attacks. Today's happy and alcohol-free life with my husband and his loving family has helped heal wounds, as has therapy.
Parents' alcohol consumption does not have to be at the level of alcoholism. Even after a couple of sauna beers, the behavior can have a scarring effect on the child, because especially a small child does not understand why this happens. On the other hand, children sense everything that happens at home and therefore become anxious. Sometimes I wanted to die when I was a child because I couldn't stand life and I didn't see hope in the future that life would change. Today, I think I'd be much better off if social welfare had taken me away from my family and the hell.
My older sister and I were always hiding a drunken father under the dark sauna benches. He protected me and we always ran to safety together. A family idyll had to be presented, so I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about home conditions. However, the primary school teacher's encouragement went a long way, it felt like someone cared. Even at my friends' house in the village, I was able to lull myself into the life of a safe and loving family for a while and dream about someone adopting me away.
I'm already 25. My father died when I was 16. In some ways, this was a relief, because domestic violence was left out of my life. My mother still drinks, but as an "adult" I have set boundaries with the help of a psychologist. I don't see my mom when she's drunk and I've said I won't answer calls if she's been drinking.
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