Saturday, July 9, 2011

Child Abuse

An old post of mine from my old blog;

Have you ever come across children in threadbare or tattered clothing begging for money on the roads or wandering alone on the streets? Have you ever seen children with burnt marks, scalded skins and scars all over their body? Or have you by any chance had any acquaintance with an adorable child who looks perfectly fine on the outside but is carrying emotional scars on the inside? Have you?

Because I had and every single time any of it happens, my heart always go out to them. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the type that wear my heart on my sleeves and cry for every single thing on earth because I'm not. But there is nothing more heart wrenching than seeing (literally) a child being abuse.

It should not hurt to be a child but for some it does. The many protagonists in the non-fictions that Cathy Glass wrote about went through the most unimaginable things that you can think of; raped, abandoned, abused, and more. These are the things that are not suppose to happen to anyone what more a child but it doesn't just stop there- these things were done to them by the one who was suppose to protect them. These are the kids whose trusts are betrayed by the very same person who should have protected them instead.

Take Constance Briscoe as an example: she was one of the first black women to sit as a judge in UK. People who had not read her book will not realize that she was terribly abused by her own mother- a person who was suppose to love and dote on her instead abused her in every way possible that Constance went as far as to get herself admitted to a children's home. She is a successful person but it must have been a long and horrendous route to reach where she is today. From attempting suicide to her visits to various doctors, from financing her own studies to finally publishing Ugly. Yes, its undeniable that what she went through had made her a better and stronger person. But seriously, does anyone deserve this kind of abuse?

I don't think so. Children are gifts. Gifts that many yearned for and yet were denied of while some just take them lightly. Childhood are suppose to be the happiest phase in our life because that the only time when we're not plagued with problems, worries and dilemmas. Because thats the time when we're truly happy or sad because we just are. No pretending to smile or trying to hide our problems to the world. Children are the most straightforward being. They are a blessing in disguise.

I am lucky and grateful that I did not have to go through what Vicky Jaggers, Dave Pelzer, and Vanessa Steel went through but in lieu of just being happy and grateful with our life we can do something to prevent this from happening. We can stop child abuse if we want to. At the end of the day,it all comes down to whether or not we are willing to do something? I am. Are you?


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