Spongebob Squarepants: A Psychological Analysis
At age four, I remember sitting on the couch watching Spongebob Squarepants, crying uncontrollably, not knowing why there was a police man sitting beside me, or why my mother wasn’t in the house with me. In that moment, all I cared about was trying to figure out what had happened and when I would ever return to a life of normalcy. The police officer was a remarkably gentle and compassionate white male, and with ease, took my mind off the emotionally-draining night that I was experiencing. The police officer asked me a series of questions about where I went to school and made an extraordinary effort to connect with me as a person. The last moment I remember from inside my mother’s apartment, on that night, was me and the police officer sharing a laugh, when Squidward Tentacles, from the television show, Spongebob Squarepants, started laughing as his nose was expanding and compressing in the most idiotic manner.
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Unfortunately, this type of mental behavior was not a one-time occurrence, as she suffers from severe bipolar depression. As a child, I never noticed any clues or hints that would lead me to predict she suffers from a mental disease, as no child would. But, I quickly began to discover how critically ill my mother was by the end of grade 7.
The transitioning summer from grade 7 to grade 8 was an exceedingly challenging, demanding and painful one. During this particular summer, my mother was going through a divorce with my step-dad, Michael, and her everyday attitude and mental stability was greatly affected. Every night I spent with her that summer, consisted of tears, personal problems and having to hand-feed her anxiety pills on an almost hourly basis. I can say, without even the slightest doubt, this was the worst summer, if not the worst period of time in my entire life and had a harsh negative impact on my
Unfortunately, this type of mental behavior was not a one-time occurrence, as she suffers from severe bipolar depression. As a child, I never noticed any clues or hints that would lead me to predict she suffers from a mental disease, as no child would. But, I quickly began to discover how critically ill my mother was by the end of grade 7.
The transitioning summer from grade 7 to grade 8 was an exceedingly challenging, demanding and painful one. During this particular summer, my mother was going through a divorce with my step-dad, Michael, and her everyday attitude and mental stability was greatly affected. Every night I spent with her that summer, consisted of tears, personal problems and having to hand-feed her anxiety pills on an almost hourly basis. I can say, without even the slightest doubt, this was the worst summer, if not the worst period of time in my entire life and had a harsh negative impact on my