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Agents of Socialization
Genie, sometimes referred to as the 'wild child', was a girl found at 13 years old in Los Angeles on November 4, 1970 who had been raised in near total isolation, even from other people in her family. It was a shock to her neighbors who never knew she existed. Genie was found locked in a room and tied to a potty chair where she sat in the dark all day, ate, and slept. Living in this room, there was little to no stimulus to allow her to learn or develop areas of her brain. She never learned how to speak, as no one spoke to her and was barely able to walk. Her father had locked her in that room once he began to suspect she was mentally retarded and would then after beat her for making any noise. After being found out he committed suicide. Once she was found, many researches of different fields such as psychology, psychiatry, and linguistics took notice and proceeded to study her development and teach her as much a they could. She was finally able to explore the world around her and behaved as a toddler would, intensely staring, touching, and rubbing some items on her face. She started to show emotion and speak, learning 100 words by spring. Susan Curtis was the main authority on teaching Genie how to speak and all the words she needed to know. One of the researchers, Butler, decided to take Genie in for the duration of the research, but was denied to be her permanent foster parent, so David Riddler and his wife stepped in. Genie now had children around her as well as adults. Because Genie had never been able to learn by watching or doing, she had to be taught almost everything, including how to throw a tantrum before she could express herself in words. Eventually the data that had been gathered was found to be too ambiguous and funding was cut. Genie could no longer stay with the Riddler's so they found a home for her. Unfortunately, her mother was found to be a victim of Genie’s father as well was acquitted of child abuse charges and wanted to care for Genie herself. This soon proved itself too difficult and Genie was bounced between often abusive foster homes. In the end her vocabulary was wide, but she could not form grammatically correct sentences and did not walk as a normal young adult would. She now lives in an adult care home in California. Her tragic story shows the importance of familial socialization and its physical, mental, and social effects on children.
By Ace Magnolia5 years ago in Psyche
Disguised
Almost 2 years ago, she yearned for love . Coming out of something more than toxic . Abuse , pain , confusion, it was all a wreck. You ever wish you could get a slight preview of what you’re getting yourself into before actually getting into it ? Yeah .. that was her. In fact she’d scroll her page , Oh ! And yes I mean her , she loved women , just as much as women claimed they love her. Continuing on , she’d scroll her page and view her past , past as in others before her , what she likes , what she’s into just everything anyone would want to know about someone they had their interest in . She was pretty cool . Her name was Alice . See Alice loves social media , she love making people laugh and just notice her , and what she could do. She as in Porcha realized Alice pain , no attention, past trauma and so on but there wasn’t anything Porcha could not fix .
By thelifeofpre _5 years ago in Psyche
You're Not a "Broken Person"
I was talking with a coworker when I asked, "Do you ever feel like there is a barrier between your brain and your body? Like they are functioning independently from one another, and you're just floating through life?" I was shocked when they said, "No."
By Austin Harvey5 years ago in Psyche
My Life Story
My journey started as a young child, I basically grew up without a father my entire life. He was there one moment and went the next, kind of like a magician doing a magic trick but without the bunny in the hat. That affected me very greatly because it made me believe I wasn’t good enough for my father to stick around, like he regretted me or something. It wasn’t just my father that gave me a negative impact on my childhood; it was also being bullied all throughout elementary school. I could never understand why I was being bullied, just like with my father leaving I assumed it was because something was wrong with me and it was who I was that grasped hold of me. Also from the age of nine until the age of twelve I was molested by someone very close to me, and again it gave me the insight that maybe something was wrong with me and maybe it was something that I did to deserve it. Well, people found out about what happened to me and the teasing never stopped. They blamed me, who is still just a child for this happening to me. There was also this girl growing up, I won’t say names but she was the bane of my existence. She was the number one bully who always tormented me, saying I was weird or that I was different. I had moved schools from her in grade 6, hoping it was a chance to meet new people and start over away from the place that brought me down for so long. At first, it was a new start, I was the new girl and I had made some amazing new friends and then she showed up and that’s when the bullying started again. She made up lies about me, and of course I didn’t understand how to stick up for myself so I let it happen, believing that something could be wrong with me in this situation and not her. In grade eight, I tried to fight back and stick up for myself. Yeah, I wasn’t the sanest person at the time, I was a little weird and silly but I was me and I shouldn’t have had to apologize for being myself. It escalated into more bullying and everyone turning against me and this is where it all started with my self-harming addiction. Everyone else made me feel so numb inside, and cutting made me feel something again. Even if it was pain, at least it was something. High School came along, and for the first two weeks I was the loneliest I could ever let myself become, no one wanted to talk to me and no one wanted to even give me a chance. I spent lunch periods in the bathrooms, eating alone and crying. Gym class was the worst that same bully from elementary school was always comparing me to other girls saying how fat she thought I was and that’s where the eating disorders started. So here I am, 14 year old girl; first year of High School spending her lunch breaks in the bathroom not even eating most of the time, cutting herself and wishing it could all be over. There was this time in gym class in grade 9 when I had cut myself pretty damn badly and I wore long sleeves to cover it up, and then the girl made a joke saying I was wearing sleeves to hide the fact I am an emo freak, and in front of everyone pulled my sleeves up. Well, the guidance counsellor got wind of that and more bullying started yayyy…Let’s fast forward a few months, I have finally made some new friends and had a good group of people in my life and everything was starting to get better. Happily ever after? Nope. Grade 10, first half was great, still had friends, learned to deal with the bullies better, I was even dating someone…then my mother met someone. He was a great guy at first, but she was spending so much time with him and less time with me that I was alone at home most nights, I don’t blame her for any of my problems it was just hard to deal with at the time. But then there was a situation involving a laptop and me sending bad pictures to someone I thought I trusted because I was young and naive, and they turned out to be a hacker set on ruining my life. So more depression came out of that, and then I think it was mid-November maybe... I stepped on a fork in my messy bedroom and had to get stitches in my foot, wasn’t a big deal at the time and now it’s just a funny story. But weeks later, it got all infected and I was really sick and missing tons of school and failing classes. I even remember actually passing out in my English class and the bullies making fun of me for it, so much fun. Alright, now it’s the second half of grade 10, my foot is healing my mom and that asshole moved in together so now I’m living with my grandparents and stuck taking the bus to school every morning. I still have my same friends, not dating anyone anymore (spoiler alert, it was the guy I sent pictures to who I thought I trusted). Things are once again, OKAY. And I ended up failing 3 classes from the previous semester since I had skipped class a lot, oh and at this point is where I am introduced into weed. And now, let’s introduce another person who had a role in ruining my life; I won’t say names once again but she was the biggest bully and narcissist I have ever met in my entire life. She started out as becoming a very good friend of mine, but every time I introduced a new guy to her she would basically steal them away, she was good at this. And then blaming it on them for being jerks, even though she was the one clearly coming on to them; nothing was good for her in her eyes. The way I dressed, talked, acted, etc. I was basically her little puppet on a string; my final straw with her was probably last year when she left me at a stranger’s house during a party to go off with someone else. I was wasted, woke up with my shirt off in a bathtub, which made me walk home alone at 6 am because she couldn’t be bothered to come and get me. She’s the reason I can’t trust females. Again, I am not blaming anything on anybody, but she’s defiantly someone I am glad I cut off. Grade 12 was also a bad year for me, (grade 11 was fine) I was almost not going to graduate, got into a major fight with my best friends, so I was basically back to the same start like I was at the beginning of high school, alone and sad. I was also smoking pot and skipping classes nearly every day so that didn’t help the nearly not going to graduate situation. But, things got better and I did graduate. It always gets better, even if its just for a moment it always gets better. So after high school comes college, I stayed in my home town for college, and was living with yet another boyfriend of my mothers. First day of college I met a new friend, things were great. Then weeks passed, semester one went great; I got good grades, made new friends, went to tons of parties. Semester 2 comes along, and that’s where it goes downhill, this new friend I made during first semester was turning into a real nightmare, she didn’t like any of my other friends, I had to tell her where I was at all times or she’d get mad, I didn’t go to class once and she blew up at me, so not only is this happening but my work load for school is getting worse and worse, my depression is coming back in a big way… and I started cutting again because school and everything was making me numb. So, first year of college comes to a close and now I am in debt because I decided to drop out and take care of myself. The summer came and went and I sunk deeper and deeper into depression, there was also one lonely night where I just tried to end it. Luckily I survived and I am more than grateful that I did. September 2013 was when I was sitting down on a curb; waiting to go into work at my new job that I hated having a panic attack and thought to myself….enough is enough. And I did something about it right then and there, I started seeing a counsellor, and talking about my past and my feelings. I started taking medications; they did help mostly for the anxiety and panic attacks. It helped for a very long time, and things again started to get better and they were great for a very long time. Next downfall in my life was September 2016, I started working nightshift at a local coffee place, it was fine at first but the lack of sleep was truly getting to me and I tried to opt out of doing it but it never seemed to happen. So again, into the rabbit hole I go, not coming out into wonderland but into a hell. It took about eight months of the same shit routine, to finally get off the nightshifts and into a better routine. About summer of last year, then I started working 5 am to 1 pm shifts. Which was truly the best decision I could have made for myself at that point, I had to go to bed at a decent hour and get up early and walk to work. Walking to work at 4 am really made me see things from a different perspective, and I truly fell in love with the world again. But, unfortunately summer came to an end and I couldn’t walk to work anymore as it was beginning to get cold in the mornings and I couldn’t always get a ride. Fast fowward a few years of trial and error, and Here I am, January 2020 writing out this story to share, my moods have been up and down lately, but I think I am doing better than I ever could be. I am hoping things stay like this for a good amount of time, and I continue to get better. Next week a friend of mine and I are starting a peer support group to help others who have been in the same boat as us. It’s a very exciting eye opening chapter, but also very nerve wracking one and I can’t wait to get started on everything new in my life. What I wrote down here isn’t my entire story, I may have left out things that I have forgotten or blocked out but my story isn’t over yet. I still have many more chapters to write, and those were just the beginning, shaping me into the woman I am meant to be. It will take time, and it won’t happen overnight but it’s going to happen, and it does get better.
By Sabrina Cartwright5 years ago in Psyche
King Chaz Velks Universe
King Chaz Velk's universe part one: The back: Call me a god a lowercase g, a Super hero, A highly functional schizophrenic with positive symptoms with all these delusions. But this is a trip through my ever evolving mind and life. Well there's other schizophrenics out there but I didn't have too much of a stigma so learn about me. Lol what are you waiting for. Jump right in!
By Charles Andrew Ventura jr5 years ago in Psyche
Nananell has arrived
Well hi everyone. I am Nananell and I only really began learning about social media and digital anything in the last month or so. Don’t get me wrong, I had Facebook and apparently I had a twitter account but I had no idea of the opportunities that Social Media has for artists, creators, business people or anyone else in the world.
By Janelle Reeves5 years ago in Psyche
Effect of digital freedom restrictions on women’s mental health
According to news service AFP, in recent years, Egypt has enforced strict internet controls through laws allowing authorities to block websites deemed a threat to national security. It also allows the monitoring of personal social media accounts with more than 5,000 followers.
By Jack Wolley5 years ago in Psyche
