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Nov 24, 2011
Undergraduate / 'My Dad's Illness Gave Me Inspiration' - UC Prompt #1 [25]
Prompt: Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
"You're worthless." "You'll never amount to anything." These are the words my father screamed at me the last time I looked in his eyes. Normally, a daughter would take these words to heart, but to me it was just like any other day. Except this time I decided to take a huge step by leaving his house, making a change that would permanently affect my life for the better. It wasn't because of the constant belittling remarks he made or the lack of love he showed; he had to know that he and his illness were not going to control me any longer. My father is considered "physically disabled", due to his struggles with bipolar disorder and an extreme case of fibromyalgia.
For the majority of my life, even after he and my mom divorced, my dad was the dad everyone in my class wanted, and that I had been so lucky to have. He always had the biggest smile on his face and would always be the one to crack a lot of the jokes. But as years passed, things changed. He changed. He would be in a mood that exclaimed, "I'm on top of the world," and then, suddenly, he would start screaming and throwing things for reasons no one understood. The father that used to play basketball with me everyday without fail was gone. He started sleeping all day and staying awake all through the night. And even if he tried to sleep, I would hear him scream and curse in his dreams, never escaping pain and fear, even with his eyes closed. When we argued, I would instantly agree, admit that I was wrong, and forget about it. If I didn't, then he would say that I would cause him to have a heart attack. I censored my thoughts and allowed him power over my voice.
Amid all this, my life did have a second side. My mother freed me from the mental imprisonment of my father and allowed me to live under her care full time; I was able to express opinions that I never could express before. However, my dad did do something that impacted my life immensely. He led me to believe that all the anger and ignorance that he showed resulted from disappointment. A constant reminder that he was restricted from many things he wanted to accomplish due to his disabilities. Learning that there are many others, like my father, who live their lives in agony has altered the direction I have taken for my career. My father was my main influence in the decision to pursue the field of physical therapy.
To see people in pain will be extremely difficult for me, but after what I've experienced with my father, I know that physical therapy with be the path for me. Every time I looked at my father, I felt helpless. I didn't know what to do; all I wanted was for him not to suffer any longer. I know that it may be too late to help my father, but there are still many people in the world who need help in repairing their disabilities. I'm going to be the one who will help the fallen soldier walk again after he loses his leg in battle. I'm going to be the one who helps the young pitcher throw again at his next baseball game. I'm going to be the one who will help mend dreams of the broken and the suffering. Every time I think of those words that my dad said to me, I will push myself harder, knowing that someday I will help someone to the path of recovery and a brighter future.
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Prompt: Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
"You're worthless." "You'll never amount to anything." These are the words my father screamed at me the last time I looked in his eyes. Normally, a daughter would take these words to heart, but to me it was just like any other day. Except this time I decided to take a huge step by leaving his house, making a change that would permanently affect my life for the better. It wasn't because of the constant belittling remarks he made or the lack of love he showed; he had to know that he and his illness were not going to control me any longer. My father is considered "physically disabled", due to his struggles with bipolar disorder and an extreme case of fibromyalgia.
For the majority of my life, even after he and my mom divorced, my dad was the dad everyone in my class wanted, and that I had been so lucky to have. He always had the biggest smile on his face and would always be the one to crack a lot of the jokes. But as years passed, things changed. He changed. He would be in a mood that exclaimed, "I'm on top of the world," and then, suddenly, he would start screaming and throwing things for reasons no one understood. The father that used to play basketball with me everyday without fail was gone. He started sleeping all day and staying awake all through the night. And even if he tried to sleep, I would hear him scream and curse in his dreams, never escaping pain and fear, even with his eyes closed. When we argued, I would instantly agree, admit that I was wrong, and forget about it. If I didn't, then he would say that I would cause him to have a heart attack. I censored my thoughts and allowed him power over my voice.
Amid all this, my life did have a second side. My mother freed me from the mental imprisonment of my father and allowed me to live under her care full time; I was able to express opinions that I never could express before. However, my dad did do something that impacted my life immensely. He led me to believe that all the anger and ignorance that he showed resulted from disappointment. A constant reminder that he was restricted from many things he wanted to accomplish due to his disabilities. Learning that there are many others, like my father, who live their lives in agony has altered the direction I have taken for my career. My father was my main influence in the decision to pursue the field of physical therapy.
To see people in pain will be extremely difficult for me, but after what I've experienced with my father, I know that physical therapy with be the path for me. Every time I looked at my father, I felt helpless. I didn't know what to do; all I wanted was for him not to suffer any longer. I know that it may be too late to help my father, but there are still many people in the world who need help in repairing their disabilities. I'm going to be the one who will help the fallen soldier walk again after he loses his leg in battle. I'm going to be the one who helps the young pitcher throw again at his next baseball game. I'm going to be the one who will help mend dreams of the broken and the suffering. Every time I think of those words that my dad said to me, I will push myself harder, knowing that someday I will help someone to the path of recovery and a brighter future.
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