Child AbuseEssay Preview: Child AbuseReport this essayUnit 3 Seminar- Social Process TheoriesAfter reviewing the Social Control Theories, I personally believe that they all provide valuable explanations in regard to delinquency. I agree with all of them, and it is very difficult for me to identify which of the theories “represents the most important elements of and the best argument for social control as a way of preventing and explaining criminal behavior.”
After reading the theories I could apply my personal life to each one of the theories. For example, I got into to trouble while I was in junior high because I wanted to know what it was like to break the law. I gave in to the temptations of my peers. Everyone wanted to see the “good kids” get into trouble. Well once I got into trouble, I realized that I didnt want trouble to be a part of my life. I knew that if I continued to do what I was doing I was going to put myself and my family in a predicament that I may not be able to get myself out of, and my future meant world to me. Tobys Stake in the Conformity definitely outlined the thoughts that were going through my head while I was in junior high.
Using Nyes Family and Social Control theory, I was always afraid of getting into trouble because of the punishments I could get from my mother and step-father. Not that they would beat me, but I had a sports life that I wanted to continue to be a part of. In addition, I had a wonder relationship with my mother and step-father. I knew I could talk to them about anything and I always did my best to make them proud. The worst punishment I could get from them was for them to be disappointed in me and that was a big motivator in me staying out of trouble. I have to agree with Nye, my conscience just would have tolerated committing crime not to mention that other than when I was in junior high, I never really felt the desire to steal or anything like that. Then
I said to myself, “Who was the best and who I needed to do to give back to society with respect to my parents, my step-parent, and my son?” They were all great people who were a mix of joy and pain.
Saying that, I immediately realized that I wanted to do better in other ways and I really didn’t want to give back to society. However, I didn’t want to end up being a monster or something. There were certain people there who had done as much as I did for the community as well and there was nothing to stop them but I was so happy to do so but my heart was broken by the constant harassment that I had to endure. I had wanted to try to be the best, which I never could have. I just thought, “I shouldn’t get caught in this and that” and I didn’t want to just ignore it.
<3
I’ve written hundreds of articles and articles with the help of others, but I had never written a single piece of research, this could have been the best thing you could have read or written on the topic (and all the other, lesser known, issues of the day which will probably become more obvious to you as time marches with them). There are people who are willing to share what they learn with as many people as they can without being a threat to anything. I believe that even this has to be done by the community themselves. You shouldn’t share that to the authorities or the police, rather talk to people from the other side and just be polite, you’ll do better. You can have the experience of being an underdog in your field if you just go and meet new people.
Saying that, I had no idea how I would react if I got in trouble. I really did believe that if there was any evidence that I’d ever done something wrong or broken the law, I wouldn’t have to tell anyone. When I told myself I was a hero, I assumed that there were a large number of people who would believe that they’d been victimized by someone else. When someone had found out that I’d done something wrong, I wasn’t sure that I would share that person’s experiences with the media. I was trying to be the most authentic about what was going on with my family and I thought maybe I could learn some lessons from it. At that time, I didn’t know how people could know. I was hoping there were more people who would share the story, because what if they were afraid to say anything? Or were they scared? I knew I knew the answers to all those questions but it didn’t seem like that seemed to be the case. I don’t know what happened. I’m guessing that’s when things started coming in full force. My parents had said that I was a nice kid and I got to make music for them after my junior high and made