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I am a Puerto Rican middle aged male born and raised in New York City.
My parents are first generation Boricuas that were born on the Island and
migrated to New York City in search of a better life. I am the eldest of seven
children. I have three sisters and three brothers. I was raised in the Bronx and
and brothers, grandparents, uncles and aunts. My household was always full of
amputated by an escalator. I was two years old at the time. This incident took
place at a department store in the Bronx. I was with my mom, I strayed away
from her. I saw this moving stair and being a curious fellow, I stuck my hand in it.
I can remember the burning sensation and the smell of grease and blood. People
were screaming and I screamed louder than anyone there. My mother passed
out from all the screaming, I was told later on. Hey I was crying hysterically. All of
sudden this beautiful black woman reached out and picked me up. I can
remember the smell of her perfume to this day. I managed to some how rip the
patch from a skin graph off my thigh. It still gives me the chills when I think about
it today. She held me close to her bosom. I felt this sense of calm come over me.
That lady was my grandmother. She was wearing a black sparkled dress. I still
have dreams of this day, the touch of my grandmother, and I will never forget the
always the woman of my dreams. She was my friend and the person I trusted. I
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Autobiography
December 10, 2006
knew she would never let anything happen to me. She loved me more than
anyone else in the world, even more than my parents. I was her special child.
She always said I would grow up to be successful one day. She pushed me to
finish school and to be better than my dad. As I grew older she taught me
independence. She would always say be your own person no matter what. She
was my mom. She taught me to cook and to able to take care of myself. My
happiness was important to her. I remember she would stay up late and I would
get the hair brush and comb her hair and she would tell me stories about my
granddad, father and mother. I would stay there all night and just comb her hair
When I was fourteen years old my parents decided to divorce for good. My
dad got worse with his drinking. Mom just couldn’t keep the family together
anymore. During early parts of my adolescence I was left to raise my sisters and
brothers. And, as I was the one child that looked the most like my father, my mom
took out her anger against him on me. I was the first to get put into the system.
Mom decided to send me to a youth camp in upstate New York. Then I went to a
group home in Syracuse, and then back to the Bronx. I worked my way into a
home to grandmas and visit, eat and get my nurturing. By then my parents were
in a nasty divorce battle and it hurt like hell. I was missing them in spite of what
was going on between them. It was then that I realized I was on my own for the
rest of my life.
hell was just starting I don’t know how I managed to graduate from high school in
(1973). I thought then my life was getting better. Shortly after that my daughter
was born, my son a year after that and my second son a year after. My daughter
impacted my life the most. God she was so beautiful. Looked just like grandma
too. My sons were a spitting image of me. I didn’t know crap about being a dad,
as much as I told myself I would never be like my dad, man I was in for a rude
awakening.
A couple of years after the kids were born I moved to Los Angeles,
grandma was suffering from Alzheimer’s and she was placed at Bronx state
hospital. I remember visiting her and it was scary. She had a blank expression,
no feelings or emotions. I was scared because I knew this was the last time I
would see her. I remember when I was leaving that she looked into my eyes
smiled and kissed me on the cheek. There were tears running down her cheeks
and she said to me don’t worry God is going to take care of you. That was the
last time I saw her alive. I returned to Los Angeles and a month later I was back
home at her funeral. I was angry, hurt, confused and bitter at the world. I fought
with my uncles, siblings and parents. No one heard my pain. I never got over it.
To this day I miss my grandma. It is through our special relationship and love that
I share this part of my life. It is her spirit that guides me in any of my successes
I’ve also been a person affected by addiction which has caused much of
the pain in my life. Addiction took away many of my lifetime dreams. My life had
through addiction. Learning to overcome the addiction and seeking help was an
important transition in turning my life around. I was able to rebuild my life. Some
people say recovery is the hardest thing to do. Yet it can be the simplest thing to
do. The key to long term recovery is to really just abstain. I know that controlling
a few books on the things I’ve learned in recovery. The interesting thing is
recovery never gets easy. The key for me is to believe I can do it. The benefits
I have now been in recovery for the past twenty five years and the last few
children or my family. I was desperate. Not understanding that it was time for
changes in my life. However the good Lord saw to it that it was his will not mine
that my life was going to change no matter what I thought or tried to do. In the
summer of 2000 I bought my first home it was thrilling but at the same it was
scary feeling because somehow and someway my life was going to change.
strokes. For the first time I realized how hurt I was as we had only begun to
establish a true bond. For the first time in my life my mother and I were at peace
with each other. After her illness I went into a deep depression believing my
father was next. My sisters came to Florida from up North and took my mother
with them. She now resides in a nursing home where they pay her the occasional
visit. I felt so powerless, when I visited her last, she had really helped me get to
know God and get close to him but I couldn’t do anything to help her. I got close
to my father and now I fear that I may not have them in my life for long, so I do
my best to help them today. Later in the year, after all was said and done with my
intensive therapy it was time for me to start making changes in my life. Or should
circumstances. We divorced eight months later. The summer of 2003 was long
and painful. I cried for several months then finally one day I just stopped crying
and feeling sorry for myself. I tried everything I could to emotionally forget. As
time went on and I continued therapy I got stronger and little things started
happening in my life. All of sudden my children started looking for me. I began to
feel good about myself. I finally got to see my grandchildren and I developed a
group facilitator.
I was still emotionally tapped out and had nothing left to give myself, or
anyone else. But I hung on to Hope. I dealt with feelings of anger like I had been
ripped opened emotionally. I still feel that pain from time to time, but it makes me
2004, life was extremely difficult. I faced a lot of difficulties as I was trying to
hit a brick wall. My emotions were in disarray. During this very difficult time in my
life I was first diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). For me
facing the challenge of PTSD has been difficult. It is hard to explain but somehow
I know that I will prevail. Now I look forward to the day’s challenges. The truth is
that everyday life continues to present more challenges. In the Holiday Season of
2004 I was working two jobs and feeling all alone. My symptoms of depression
became worse. However, with my faith in God and my therapist I was able to
once again overcome a lot of obstacles. I must also mention the support I
received from my friends during this time with friends that believed in me even
when I did not believe in myself. In the fall of 2005, I again made the decision to
return too school with the support of my supervisors and co-workers. With a lot
opened my eyes to new and wonderful challenges. And I am confident that I will
which I can call home. This accomplishment alone has given me a new sense of
self worth.
painful transitions, opportunities for growth, which at the time I did not perceive
as such. I started my counseling career, while still in a youth home in the Bronx,
when I was only 18 years old. I had several counselors that recognized my
ability to engage other youth and decided to provide me the benefit of their
counseling expertise through training and whom acted as my mentors for over 18
was able to further develop my people’s skills as many of the residents were in
were not related to a formal counseling position, I was able to provide to the
public housing counseling staff with input regarding resident needs. In 1995
counseling skills I had acquired and I was able to once again coordinate with the
increase their knowledge of specific residents that required counseling and case
management services.
Upon relocating to Florida I tried several trade jobs including working the
longed for the days of being able to more actively interact with people, and to be
Counseling position. The terms of the hiring were that I was to initiate my
While employed with Transition House, I became State Certified as a Pre and
Post Test HIV Counselor and participated in several trainings, e.g. Nuts and Bolts
of Case Management, Drug Court Program Liaison Training Program, Center for
managing hard to reach client, working with dually diagnosed clients, working
recruited by the Center for Drug Free Living based in Orlando, Florida as a
Certified Behavioral Health Technician, working in the Detox Unit. While at the
local health planning activities, and as a volunteer I in the local HIV Prevention
Abuse. Through both these local coalitions of key stakeholders in HIV and
received training, and worked with mapping, focus groups, street interviewing,
communities in two distressed areas Orlando area. During the fall of 2003 I
began a part time counseling position with the ACT Center. In this position I was
responsible for one-on-one and group counseling with individuals that had been
months.
and for personal reasons, I decided to relocate to West Central Florida. In July
services; and strengthening my relationship with my life time partner and family.
of 2008 and pursue my master’s and PHD at Argosy University, and I hope to
live that life long dream of establishing my own community based private practice
to help addicts , felon’s and Latino’s achieve their life long dreams.