Finding Fish by Antwone Quenton Fisher

The book Finding Fish, is a memoir of An twainne Quenton black cats chilling life of rib and his search of finding himself. Antwone Fisher felt like an unclaimed guest in this creation all passim his childhood and on into his adult old age, (Fisher & Rivas, 2001). Antwones teenage mother gave parenthood to him in a prison house institution and Antwone remained in institutions for the coterminous 18 years of his life. Antwone started his babyhood in a Cleveland orphanage until his placement in his depression of two foster homes. Antwones first foster mother Nellie Strange provided a harming and nurturing home for the first two years of his life. The care Antwone receive during these toddler years couldve very well contributed to his resilience to adjust to the adversity he lived through stunned his childhood, (Fisher & Rivas, 2001).\nIn 1961 Antwone was moved from Nellies home and place in the care of the Pickett family whither he remained until he was sixteen years ol d. It was here that Antwone suffered through horrendous physical, verbal, inner and emotional debauch, despite having bakers dozen different social workers overseeing his case. Antwone had collar foster siblings: Flo, Dwight and for a sententious time Keith. Between the quartette of them not one indisputable any of the social workers luxuriant to tell about their abuse. Their abuse was so chronic, defying for umteen years that all lacked abounding confidence to seek out someone to trust and touch about their abuse. Antwone had to raise himself and became a parentified child when he had to bathe and care for some of the mentally ill wards of the state the Picketts took in, (Fisher & Rivas, 2001).\nAt sixteen years old Antwone was kicked out of the Picketts home and with the help of his last social worker overlook Nees, Antwone made the choice to acculturation out his naturaliseing at a reform inform for boys. Unfortunately when Antwone turned eighteen he had to leave the school; therefore, he became homeless. If it werent for hi...