Shannon's Thoughts: Evaluation as a communicator

Monday, February 4, 2013

Evaluation as a communicator

The one thing that surprised me the most during the evaluations was that where I see myself and how others see me were different; others perception where more on target and I think I just had wishful thinking on my part. I have discovered that I have a lot of work to be where I want to be as a communicator. I think that communication is a continual work in progress.

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Stressor of Childhood

Stressor of Childhood
One of the stressor that I dealt with during my childhood was that I was slow in learning and had little friends. Which today we know that there are indicators to know rather a child has a learning disability or not; but when I was growing up they just told me that I was not working hard enough. I can remember just crying at the dinner table trying to do my homework. Later in adulthood I was tested and come to find out I do have a learning disability. Children back them were very mean. I can remember getting beat up everyday by my neighbor for just walking or whatever reason he could think of.
My church is very involved with the Sudan. One of the stressor that they have in childhood is that of hunger. We have pictures in our church from when our pastor went to the Sudan and the child all had a red tint to their hair. I thought maybe it was the lighting. Come to find out it was do to protein deficiency. And I handful of peanuts a day would be enough protein to help these children become healthier. So we as a church, came together to provide enough seeds to feed several villages and enough to plant for five years.

Birth of My Daughter

Birth of my Daughter

One Wednesday night I woke up with the bed wet, just thinking that the baby was lying on my bladder. Then by Saturday I was having increasing back pain. We called the doctor and he said to go to the hospital. Once we arrived at the hospital they checked and my water had broke. They started me on medication at 10 am and by 10:10 am I was in hard labor. I can remember Lyndsay getting the hiccups during the labor. At five centimeters I was able to receive an epidermal. I can remember trying everything to get her to move down into my pelvis. But because my water had broke 3 days prior I was having a dry birth. The baby would not descend. So at 4:30p.m., they decided to do a c-section. Within 15 minutes I was in the operating room. I can remember how tired I was and how nauseous I was. I still have the vision of them showing me Lyndsay for the first time. Then I began vomiting. Then I went off to sleep. I don’t remember how long I slept. I wanted to nurse but I was just so tired. My family was there and cared for her. The hospital never suggested any type of bonding techniques. And as a new mother I did not know what to do. For some reason Lyndsay did not want anything to do with me. She would let me feed her and change her, but she would never sleep on me. She was a daddy’s girl. I since I was told that I would never have a baby I was very disappointed. She is now 18 with a baby of her own. She still goes to her dad for everything. And you can tell that her son loves her and wants to be with her. I hope she never has to go through what I had to.

As in Israel they do a procedure called kangaroo care where the mothers hold their newborns skin to skin for at least 1 hour a day. The baby can here the mothers heart beat and feel the warmth of the mothers skin. Kangaroo care has shown to increase the baby’s response to the mothers. Maybe if I had done this my relationship with my daughter would be different today.

Personal Childhood Web

Mrs. Harrington School Counselor

Mrs Harrington was always someone that I could go to if I needed help. She also went way beyond her job. I had a personal issue one day and she was the one who was able to tell my parents, because I was too scared too. She used this puppet a dolphin, I think, that was able to get children to express there feeling. I would never had made it through the elemematly years without her.

Doris Stanton Grandmother
She was my only friend in the world for most of my life. Because I was slow and always the last one pick for activities. She would always say the right thing to cheer me up. I can remember that everyday after school that she was the first person I would call when I got off the bus. I lost my best friend when she passed away.

Pennie Powell High School Friend

Pennie always accepted me for me. She never asked for more than I was able to offer. I could tell her anything. We were inseparable. She was the only one in the whole school and really got to know me.

Marvin Flick Dad

Marvin is the only dad that I know. I biological father did not want anything to do with me. Marvin caught me so many things. He accepted me with my sister and mother. He did not need to take on this responsibility but he did. I don’t think that he realizes about how much he effected my life. He always allowed me to watch him with whatever he was doing.

Donna Whitehouse

We live down a .6 mile lane and Donna lived at the end of the lane. She was the closed neighbor we had. I think she was 21 and I was 14. Even though there was a big age difference we only had each other. She had a little boy named Jimmy and she caught me a lot about how to take care of him.

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