The Neglected Child And Abused Child

She sounds out in a crowd but, you must look for her. She is the child alone on the playground or the one fighting. The angry child is showing you how she is treated at home. In her eyes she carries hurt behind the hurt is anger. If she has been beaten down in spirit all, that you will see is the hurt if you take the time to look. If she is angry what you will see is her rebelling. In the small acts that a child is capable of doing. She will talk to much, maybe push a child in line, dawdle over work to be done in class. Or she might daydream to shut out the enemy: the abusive adults in her world. The sexually abused child will be showing another child what is happening to her. Maybe she is rubbing herself against a pole, or plays with herself. She may wet her panties.
She may not have her hair combed, her clothes maybe dirty, or they may be to big for her. Or, there is one that would shock you to find out she is abused. Most adults would not believe that she is being abused because her hair is shiny and clean. Her clothes will be new and clean. Her parents are involved in school activities.  Fine upstanding members in town. This abused child is the hardest to spot. To the world she has it all.

These children carry the same burden because they are because they are abused. Most children going through this thinks it is normal. In their small head they think somehow it is their fault. If I had to choose I would take physical abuse because that pain stops. Words get replayed in your head for many years and your self esteem is gone. They die a bit each day for lack of love.

They do not have someone that will listen and hear their fears, joys, and dreams. No one hurts for them or comforts them. Laughter is not part of their life only fear and uncertainty. In this time of racing for more money many children are lost. Their parents think love is a new shiny bike or, the after school lessons for the fad of the moment. But these children want time with their parents instead of being neglected. They would be shocked to learn how their child really feels. Money can not buy time because, it only comes in fleeting moments in the life of a child.

These children need hugs, kisses, and the words I love you. It is easy to tell a child yes to something so you can have peace and quiet. It takes a loving parent to say no because I love you. Being a parent is very hard work and is a life long job.
We must do all we can to end abuse to children. Education is the way so that others know what to look for in abused children.


Decades: 1-10 page 2

I did not feel loved except by my sisters, , and aunt Neva. My teachers loved me. I wanted my mom to love me, what was so bad about me? She made it very clear that I was not wanted. One hot summer day after bringing me to tears I ran outside. I threw my self on to the grass. With tears running down my muddy face I asked the sky “was there anyone out there that loves me”? I heard a voice say ” I do, I love you”. A calm over me and I knew that voice was from heaven. I had been thinking of different ways to kill myself. This world did not seem important any more. That seems a strange thing to say but, it was more like I was part of something larger. The world became larger to me.
the strange things that happened to me I did not talk about.