This is in response to the letters and comments I’ve gotten from an earlier piece.

It is said, that out of the thousands of adults living as survivors of abuse, only one out of a hundred are strong enough to speak of it. I’m glad I’m that one.

I have been told by hundreds, worse I have seen those same people tell others, who are barely surviving, to GET OVER IT. Again, this is the righteousness of the lucky, and the innocents of the righteous.

Many commit suicide ending the hurt, but many become deranged people who at the least visit that hurt on their children. At worst they become sadistic killers. I want to try to make the innocents among you understand the depth and severity of what they are going through.

Have you ever seen pictures of a horrendous wreck, or visited a junk yard to see the car a loved one died in? Have you ever seen crime scene photos of a violent death, of a stranger or worse a family member? The imagination is a terrible thing. Even if, you simply lose a loved one and they are never found, your imagination creeps in and makes you sick. All the fear and pain, all the horror they must have felt, these are the things that haunt you. Imagining what your loved one experienced in the final moments of their life is what’s hardest to live with.

Recently I wrote a piece called, I died on Christmas Day. Imagine if you will, how it feels to be beaten to death as a child, I hope you cannot. Imagine the fear a child feels while dying in the basement of a stranger, in the backseat of a car or in an alley. Then try to imagine the surreal quality added to this as a child dies in their own home. Just try to imagine their death pleas and further imagine those pleas including the words, MOMMY OR DADDY.

In some ways, these are the lucky children. Those of us who died and woke up the next morning, to be hidden away until we healed will never forget the violent, horrific deaths we experienced, or the pleas we made. I experienced those crime scene photos first hand, many times. They have visited me when I was drunk, during surgery and during times of immense trouble or joy, all my life. No one will ever understand these survivors; as there are no words that can explain such things.

Once a child had been taken to places such as these, there will never be answers to the questions they will ask of themselves, for the rest of their lives. There is no handbook that explains how a dead child should act. I am aware, I am inadequate to explain this, but I continue to try.

I do not know the answers, but the questions haunt me daily. I speak for the dead, and am glad I do. I am over this, my children are living proof. However, if by get over it, you mean, shut up and allow it to happen, then no thank you. If this offends you, sorry, but child abuse should offend the world. Until it does or I take my last breath, I will continue to offend and to be offended.

If you must be offended, by all means be offended with me, but be mad about what is happening. Remember DFECS and CASA need all the help they can get. Remember becoming a foster parent will give you the opportunity to be the hero of an innocent child.

Child abuse, Past, Present and Future

In 1873, Etta Wheeler, a nurse was making rounds in a tenement, in New York City. She had heard stories about a girl who was being held hostage and abused by her foster family. After talking her way into the apartment, she caught her first glimpse of nine year old Mary Ellen.

The child was barefoot, half clothed and half starved. A cat of nine tails lay nearby, and her arms and legs showed the effects of its use. Her face bore the look of suppression and misery. Over the next two months, Mrs. Wheeler reported the child’s plight to police and charities trying to save her, nothing was done. As there were no laws to protect children, no laws were being broken.

She contacted Henry Bergh, the president of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, which had been started nine years earlier. Bergh convinced a judge to allow the society to intervene.

“I saw the child brought in wrapped in a horse blanket, at the sight of which men wept aloud.” Jacob Riis.

Mary Ellen’s body was one large bruise, and her face wore scares and slashes caused by her foster mother’s scissors. Using the only tools available, which were laws placed on the books, to protect animals, they saved Mary Ellen. This was the first case of removal, and New York City was the first to establish a child protective agency.

Mrs. Wheeler and the suffragettes then went on a campaign against child abuse. Their programs were rooted in prejudice as most were women of wealth and privilege. However misguided their efforts, something was being done.

Throughout history, children have been viewed as property or as possessions. In many cases, people had as many children as possible. To provide the free labor needed to run the farm of business. Up until the Civil War children were being used as slave labor throughout the world. While slaves had some rights and were considered valuable for their monetary worth, children held no such value. A war was fought in this country, to end slavery, as children worked in factories and died every day from starvation and worse.

If you became an orphan before the Civil War and for some time after, your chances of living to be old enough to escape the orphanage were slim. After the Civil War children were taken from families at an alarming rate. To be placed in foster care or an orphanage, at that time, was akin to being placed in prison. The entire affair was a good old boy system which further victimized those placed into it. Since most of those being taken were children from the poor, immigrant neighborhoods, no one cared.

Then child abuse advocacy faded again. Throughout World War I, the depression and World War II, it was ignored. The family needed to be a strong, sacred institution so children took one for the country.

Child abuse advocacy mirrors, social revolution, and as it had begun during the years following the abolishment of slavery, it resurfaced during the Civil Rights movement. In the early sixties, laws were passed requiring doctors and teachers to report suspected child abuse. It was during this time it was discovered X-rays could clearly distinguish between normal broken bones and those broken during abuse. For the first time, child abuse could be proven.

With the freedom of the Cultural Revolution, sexual abuse was discussed for the first time. Studies determined that all forms of abuse ran across our entire society, crossing all cultural, economic and sociological boundaries. Abuse was no longer believed to afflict only the poor, which was never true.

What followed was a veritable witch hunt. For years, allegations of abuse destroyed children and parents alike. While much was accomplished, many innocents were persecuted. Many lived in fear of a system, still rife with better than thou people. Children and adults, mostly from the lower classes feared and loathed it. We are still dealing with the backlash of that witch hunt today.

Last year there were three million reported cases of abuse in our country. Admittedly the studies, which produce these statistics, indicate there are two unreported to each reported case. That means nine million cases in America last year. Of those, only nine percent resulted in charges. Out of that nine percent, only nine percent resulted in a conviction. There are five children beaten to death in our country, each day at the hands of those they know, love and trust. Their average age is three years old.

The child protection service agencies have now become reactionary entities. So many laws were placed into effect, after the witch hunts. In many cases, their hands are now tangled in red tape. By the time a child can be removed, many times that child is damaged beyond repair. They will visit the horrors they endured upon another generation of innocent children.

The thousands of Social Workers and Foster Parents are not at fault. They are far outnumbered and poorly supported. These jobs are the hardest on the earth and those who do them are unsung heroes.

Foster Parents must give of their hearts freely, to children who have no idea what a heart is and place no value on the gift. The Foster Parents I’ve talked to, assure me one child who becomes a productive, loving person, is worth the hundreds of broken hearts and spent tears they endure.

Now for the question I am asked repeatedly. What can be done about child abuse?  Clearly our current system does not work. Greater minds than mine have worked on this problem for the last century. Yet the statistics grow. Frustrated, the majority of our population continues to turn a blind eye. They ignore the numbers which continue to grow despite the educated, enlightened nature of our country and the world.

When a thing hurts too much, it’s easy to look away.  I deal with this daily; advocates against child abuse are not popular and spend much of their time speaking to smiling, agreeing people who will never speak to them again. Many of us who were abused have inherent flaws, which prevent us from being Foster Parents or adopting. In many cases, the educated, have no experience and look down on those who do. They forsake the help of those who have a better understanding and a vested interest in stopping this epidemic. I say again, beware the self righteousness of the right. It’s easy to pass judgment on children when you have no clue what they are going through.

Now for the answer, if there is one. In some societies, children are trained to hate beginning at their earliest moments. I am in no way suggesting such a course of action. However, to put an end to such hate requires wiping the slate clean.

What I mean to say is, in order to decrease the massive amounts of abuse; the change needs to start with the young. First a few words of caution. Already the country believes that a child must simply cry wolf to condemn their parents. I am told often that we have lost control of our children, because we can no longer punish them. Furthermore, they are disrespectful and lazy. Again, excuses to stand by, and allow what is happening, to continue. However, to some extent this is true and another indicator that our system is failing. If you don’t know the difference between discipline and beating a three year old to death, write me, I’ll explain it.

We cannot legislate this out of our society. We may jail as many as we like, but until all Americans understand, to our core, that children are not possessions or property there will be no change. Parenting classes given to adults will not make this go away. This change must start with our children. We need to develop a curriculum that can be taught, beginning in the first grade and continued throughout their education. One which makes it totally unacceptable to hurt a child under any circumstances.

The program D.A.R.E works on this principle, and it had made a difference. Now even smoking cigarettes has become deplorable in the eyes of many children. We need child abuse to become repulsive to all people, before they reach adulthood. Even if, we take such measures, it may take up to three generations for this program, to make a difference. The monetary cost might be great, but our jails are full of the abused and our homes are full of the unhappy. Make no mistake we are paying heavily for what we do to our children. We must break the cycle, and it will require all of us to do it. Just because, abuse did not touch your household, does not mean that someone you love will not be abused, assaulted or otherwise victimized by someone who was abused. Now, for my question to you. Why does our society continue to become more violent? Nine million cases of abuse each year, HELLO.

We need to gather together people with the education and determination to make those in our government, who can make a difference, make one. Please feel free to contact me and point out how wrong I am, or to put petty differences aside and change the world for our children. kennesaw@kennesawtaylor.com

Interview with Anne O’Sullivan

We are very fortunate to have Anne O’Sullivan as our guest today. Her and others like her march on, in defense of the abused of our times. Thank you so much Anne for all you do. Anne is a mother, author and a true survivor.

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#1. Between what ages were you abused and would you like to expose the extent of that abuse or describe the worst memory you have?

 

I was six months old when it started.  I was told this for years by my father who claimed it was my fault because I started it.  I was 16 when it stopped.  I think because I shoved a shotgun into his face.  My worst memories probably still escape me.  There is much I don’t remember.  Maybe the worst was when he violently sodomized me.  I was in the 4th grade and I had no words for what had happened to me.

 

#2. Were you aware that others, siblings, friends or your mother were being abused or did it seem you were singled out?

 

For many years I thought it was only me. We were all brutally beaten.  There were children who were not allowed to play with us.  We were told it was because we weren’t nice.

 

#3. Understanding that many of us don’t realize the extent of how we were abused, when did you first comprehend that you were abused and when did it sink in and start causing problems?

 

It caused problems my entire life.  I had no boundaries.  My father would happily invite boys to spend the night.  He was one of the kids.  I didn’t even know that it was OK to say no!  No at my house got you beaten.  I have been married multiple times because I could not recognize a healthy relationship and would gravitate to one version or another of my own father.  By the time I was 33 I couldn’t function well at all.  By then even work suffered.

 

#4. How did your abuse influence the way you interacted with those around you, co-workers, spouses and later children if you have them?

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I was afraid to have children, though I had 3 who have been the light of my life.  I had secrets to keep or no one would like me, love me or even want to look at me.  Deep inside I thought I was bad.  I disassociated myself and actually made up a happy childhood that I told people.  I don’t know when that started; one therapist compared it to building a huge house of cards that was not controllable any longer.  I was popular, fun, but lonely, fearful of the truth.  No one really knew me.  Even today I sometimes find myself cautious sometimes.  I have to be vigilant against depression, and not slipping into old ways.  PTSD has colored my life, though now it will just be a moment, a shudder of disgust or fear.  No one else notices, and I have come to accept it as part of my life that may not ever go away.

 

One of my children (well all of them have been in counseling at one time or another) one of them though exhibited signs that she had been abused.  I taught her that behavior.  I am very proud of all three of them.  They have sustained relationships, good solid marriages and I have spectacular grandchildren.

 

It was a lot of hard work.  I had to intellectualize some things because I couldn’t understand their point of view. I never had a first date.  Boys were never a mystery to me. I took parenting classes.  When they were very young they were out of control.  I wouldn’t spank them because I was afraid of hurting them.  I didn’t even know about time out, go to your room or standing in the corner.  I would talk to them about dating and sex because I believed it was the right thing to do. I even took them to the doctor to help me do that.

 

#5. How did your children turn out, do you think your childhood affected their lives?

 

Of course it affected them.  They have no family on my side.  It’s as if I was an orphan with no one.  It hurts them.  One of my kids can’t bring herself to read my book.  It’s too painful for her.  And she lived thru my breakdown.  She knows how hard it was for me.  My children are amazingly stable.  One of my therapists once told me to just keep loving them and be sure they know it and everything will turn out.  Lucky for me…It did.

One owns her own business and has been married to her high school sweetheart for 15 years.  One recently graduated from college with straight A’s.  One is a little younger. Having a bit of a struggle deciding who and what to be.  They are all caring, happy and in loving relationships.  What more could anyone ask for?

 

#6. Are you comfortable discussing any substance abuse that may have occurred as a result of what you went through?

 

My father started supplying me with pot, Demerol and speed when I was 13.  I quickly discovered that I didn’t care what he or his buddies did if I was high.  Interesting though, once I was out of the house, I lost interest in all that.

 

#7. How did you overcome, if you have overcome this abuse?

 

Hard work, therapy, taking risk.  Talking talking talking and talking some more.  Art therapy.  Anything that allows you to get it out. I talked about it till I was tired of talking about it.  It lost its power.  I have to admit though that I am afraid to have a relationship.  I don’t talk about this often, LOL maybe never. I haven’t even had a date in over 5 years.  I’m afraid.  We (my kids) laugh and say I have a broken picker.  Maybe someday.

 

#8. Have you tried to slow down the amount of abuse in our society and if you have, how?

 

My website, www.writersportal.org/canyouhearmenow

My facebook page  AnnieOsullivan2009@yahoo

My fan Page  Can You Hear Me Now, Annie O’Sullivan (also facebook)

And of course the big one.  I wrote my book which will be out, if all goes as planned in April to coincide with national child abuse prevention month. It was published in three parts as an e-book.  It has done so well that I got offered a hardcover.  I talk to all sorts of people online.  Help them find resources, sometimes I am their only cheerleader while they try to find help.  Sometimes they just need me to be strong for them till they can do it themselves.  That isn’t much to ask, just validate their feelings.  Generally they don’t need sage advice (except I do encourage counseling) they just need to know there will be light.

 

#9. What would you say to those still lost in the horrors of their past, can you offer any words of encouragement?

 

You are having a normal reaction to an abnormal event in your life!  What is normal?  It was something held up to us and used as a tool to victimize someone who was helpless. Do not let this define you.

 

#10. This is not really a question; I want you to make up the tenth question. Ask a question you think I should ask and then answer it. You may make a statement here that expresses anything you think important, that I might have missed.

 

This I believe.

God did not allow this to happen.  He gave us free will.  My abuser here on earth and his friend broke a sacred trust and failed. I would not want to know their fate when they passed over.  Revenge and the need for it will keep you sick.  In the end, revenge isn’t yours.  It’s in the hereafter; it’s in karma it’s not yours.  I have learned that even had we gone to court and I won, it would not give me what I wanted.  If I had indeed shot him that day so long ago, it wouldn’t have been enough.  There is nothing to repay what was stolen from you.  Love yourself enough to look at your life, find a way to understand it and learn from it.  Starting this minute, love yourself enough to say to your inner child, who cries out, it’s over.  You survived.  Good job!

Anne this may be the most powerful interview I’ve done. At times it seemed you were reading from the book of my life. I understand and I’m there with you. Thank you for trying so hard to help others.

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2 charged in death of Ala girl forced to run

By JAY REEVES | Associated Press

ATTALLA, Ala. (AP) — Roger Simpson said he looked down the road and saw a little girl running outside her home but didn’t give it another thought. Police, however, said the man witnessed a murder in progress.

Authorities say 9-year-old Savannah Hardin died after being forced to run for three hours as punishment for having lied to her grandmother about eating candy bars. Severely dehydrated, the girl had a seizure and died days later. Now, her grandmother and stepmother who police say meted out the punishment were taken to jail Wednesday and face murder charges.

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Nebraska mom Ashly Clark busted for caging two young sons in animal kennel

By Mike Jaccarino

A Nebraska mom has been arrested for cruelly caging her two young sons in an animal kennel so they couldn’t sneak out of her hellhole trailer at night.

Ashly Clark, 22, was collared Monday night, along with a trio of her trailer-mates, after cops in North Platte discovered how she had imprisoned her boys, ages 3 and 5.

Clark told police she devised the barbarous treatment after the boys tried to hop out of the windows of her trailer, according to KNOP-TV in North Platte, which is in the central part of the state.

The kennel measured 42 inches by 30 inches. Clark fastened its gate closed with a wire tie. Its inside contained a small, decrepit mattress, reported KHAS-TV in nearby Hastings.

Cops said the kennel was filthy, but nothing could compare to the wretched state of the trailer itself.

“Once they gained entry into the residence, they found the house was extremely dirty,” North Platte Police Lt. Rich Hoaglund told KHAS-TV.

“There were a lot of animal feces and urine about the house, along with dirty clothes, food and trash, et cetera.”

Story from http://www.nydailynews.com/

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