Abused- Why do you suppose?

Why do you suppose, with all the child abuse in America today, that it is the least talked about subject there is? Why is it that over 2,400 cases of child abuse, per day is reported, and it still continues to plague our children. Any time someone tries to talk about it, they are quickly hushed or intimidated not to talk about it? Why is there so much fear associated with this crime when it should be exposed more than any other cause? I see people looking for money to feed hungry children in other countries, and the out pour of funding is phenomenal, yet we still have children in this country abused, 2,400 per day! and trying to raise money for it is like pulling teeth with out anesthesia!

 Breast cancer has become one of the widest talked about and supported causes, world wide, right along with Aids, and the Gay rights movement, and Lord knows what other movement you want to invent these days....Don't get me wrong. These are all wonderful causes and worth every second spent on them, my problem is, why is Child abuse put to the bottom of the list, Why don't we have more celebrities out there pushing to stop this horrible crime! Why isn't there a benefit for these kids. Even Jerry's kids get a benefit once a year. Why not our lost and abused children many have died for this cause, how many more children have to lose their lives before America wakes up!

Why do you suppose we are still the richest country in the world?  Especially when we waste so much money, our government spends billions every year on frigging paper products!! Something is very wrong when we spend that much on paper to make a hundred copies for every department in the universe, yet year after year there is not enough money to put into social services to hire enough people to handle the case loads of children who come in battered and abused. 2400 A DAY! Were are this country's priorities! Children are losing their lives people, WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE!

Why do you suppose people are so wrapped up in their nose jobs, laser surgeries, liposuction, and breast enhancements , tummy tucks, anorexia, diet pills and obsessions with who knows what, that they can't spend a single waking moment thinking about why they are doing those things to their bodies?
 What makes you hate yourself so much that you mutilate yourself? Do you suppose you were abused in some way and made to think you were less than perfect?  Is that why you do what ever you can to change the outside, do you feel that bad about who you really are? Are you afraid to find out? Are you brave enough to expose the real you or are you in fear someone wouldn't like you the way you really are? Something to think about isn't it?

I am a survivor of Child abuse. I have spent an entire life time of trying to get over the fact that one day I was just an innocent child and the next day I was forced into doing the things that would make a Call Girl shutter. I have been scared for life by a man who was a SEXUAL PREDITOR. Not the caring father, he tried to portray to the rest of the world. Oh he was caring alright, what he cared about most was that his secret was kept quiet. Putting a loaded shot gun to my head several times surely did the trick. Oh and lets not forget kicking, punching, beating me with extension cords, threats against me and my family, and what ever else he felt like doing to shut me up. Do you suppose for one moment anyone cared about what was going on with me?

I was 17 the night my mother walked in, she was faced up front for the first time of what she saw, was I fighting him off?  No I wasn't, because for 13 years he had been doing this same thing to me, I had no more fight left in me, I had no more soul, because it had been stolen a long time before that day, I submitted because it was just easier than getting a brutal beating again.

Funny, when I first saw her face,  I saw, shock, horror, and reality finally sinking in, she was horrified, but the only thought still going through my head was; "finally it's over, my angel has come to save me." Little did I know my hell had just become magnified far more than I could have ever imagined. After the screaming and yelling had settled, and him hiding in the locked bath room like the coward he truly was, she called me to her and asked, what was going on!? I told her, he was raping me, and with out even blinking  she then slapped me across the face and said, git out of my house! Those words still scream in my head to this very day. Words that can never be taken back...My heart fills with pain every time I think of them, she was the one person who had the power to make this hell release me. The turn of events that took place after that, well lets just say, it wasn't over.

Words are just as abusing as the worst beating. They can take your breath away harder than any blow to the gut. They can bring you to your knees with sorrow. They can leave scares that last a life time. Words also can bring you to tears in a different way, they can fill your heart with love and joy, give you comfort and take away all fears. They can blow you over like a feather brushing across your face and fill you with contentment, giving you the will and strength to carry on. Words are powerful!

When was the last time you ever apologized to your child for your angry words? Did you mean it? Did you hug your child and give them the encouragement they need? Have you ever put your arms around your child who was hurt by someone else, and try to make their heart feel just a little better?
If you haven't don't you suppose you should?

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