Applied communication perspective paper
The knowledge I have learned in this class has and will continue to help me use “the communication perspective” when dealing with real-world problems. I will reference two concepts from the book that will help me define a communication problem I have had in the past and what I have learned in order to make my social world better. Those two concepts being the “afterlife” in communication and the “upward pull in communication. I will be describing the most critical moments in my life.
When I was 8-years-old my mother moved me from Illinois to Georgia. The first thing I asked was if my dad would be coming with us. My mother and father were no longer together. She told me it would just be us two, but we would say bye to him before we left. The day we left was an emotional day for the both us as my mother and I said our goodbyes to our family and friends. My dad told me he would come to Georgia to visit me and we would go to Chuck e Cheese. I cried in his arms and begged him to come with us, but he said he couldn’t. It wasn’t until 2 years later I would find out why.
My mother picked me up from my after-school program like any other normal day. She greeted me a hug and kiss as usual, but I could see it in her eyes that something was wrong. My school was about a 30-minute drive from our small apartment in Doraville, Georgia. As I told my mother every detail about my day she nodded and continued to stare at the road ahead. I got the hint that she did not want to be bothered, so I quietly sat still in the back seat of her green Neon. Moments later my mother turned down the music and told me she had something to tell, but she didn’t want to get me upset. I urged her to tell me explaining how I would not be upset and how she could tell me anything she wanted. She took a deep breath. I knew it couldn’t me good whatever it was she was going to explain to me.
As my mother opened her lips I could see tears roll down her face as I peaked over her shoulder from the backseat. “Cici, David is not your real father.” I sat back in my seat and began to sort out how felt about it. I did not want to be mad at my mother, she was my best friend. I stared at the sky speechless.
David and my mother met when I was 3-years-old. According to my mother, one day I asked...