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The Backstory of Child Abuse

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The Backstory of Child Abuse
Verbal Abuse has a lot of kids growing up with los self esteem. Don't be the one it comes from.

Verbal Abuse has a lot of kids growing up with los self esteem. Don’t be the one it comes from!

Ok, it’s been a week and I haven’t said much but some people know where I stand on the issue. I still saw 2 new posts yesterday …. one of a teenaged girl having sex in a classroom with 2/3 boys, a parent grabbing his toddler by the arm and swinging him while beating him to shut him up and now a 4 or 5 year old boy and girl wining on each other. A few months back it was a mother holding a gun to a baby’s head. It makes me sick absolutely SICK!!

SICK! Arrested! What is the reason for this?

SICK! Arrested! What is the reason for this?

Yes I grew up in the age of getting the big ruler on my hands and the thick cowhide leather belt… but it’s getting a little extreme… I hate seeing kids so rude and ill behaved. I think this generation probably just like ours, parents just don’t know what to do anymore. Probably just the wishes of our parents coming true.. “When you have kids you will see how hard it is”

What they see and hear is absorbed into their young minds.

What they see and hear is absorbed into their young minds.

But you have to ask..what is the outcome of what is being done? What is the bigger picture? The big debate today is whether we should beat these kids. I think the debate should encompass a lot deeper issues than the final punishment.. It’s like going to a courtroom and saying she killed the man, throw her in jail and throw away the key, without hearing the back story that he beat her senseless and was coming at her with a gun.. We need to see the back story.. the bigger picture.. and we all have one!

Only pedophiles see children the same as adults!

Only pedophiles see children the same as adults!

All these videos showing up on Facebook of Kids having sex and getting beaten… In normal countries filming this kind of thing is called child pornography and you get locked up for it.. it’s filming children in a lewd conduct or sexual behaviour… I’m actually surprised they are still on Facebook when very similar “nudity” and the likes gets pulled off. Instead of beating these teens. Let them know that it’s child pornography before it happens. Let them know they can talk to you not be afraid of you. Let them know what the criminal justice system is and that it’s a criminal offence. Cyber bullying is a criminal offence… so is this really less bad that they haven’t figured out how to police this yet? Every computer has footprints, they can track this shit!

The 5 year old kids don’t know what they doing.. they think they just dancing.. they are following what they see ADULTS doing.. Who put them up to it should be beaten! Who showed them the example? And when they become teenagers everybody wanna say “give dem licks” when they ignore teachers, spit on people for talking to them, and worse having sex on camera in the classroom? Why didn’t you teach them then what you expect from them as people living among society before they reach this age? I guess that’s what these parents are doing! They teaching them it’s cute to grind on a girl… so that when they become teenagers and their hormones are raging (cause we have all been teenagers) they will know what to do with it. Remember monster’s aren’t born, they are made!

Are you the monster that your child is afraid of?

Are you the monster that your child is afraid of?

I’m tired of people saying I don’t have kids so I don’t know what I talking about. I know that kids have their own mind and no matter how much you try to beat and torture it out of them.. those minds “Absorb” the VIOLENCE they are being taught as well as the SEXUAL BEHAVIOR they are seeing all around them. The definition of Child abuse actually incorporates showing children sexual acts as abuse. People say “it’s just dancing”…Then why is it a problem  when the 12 year old lifts her skirt and does it on a boy’s dick and comes home pregnant. There is appropriate dancing for a certain age! Some people will hear me sounding like parents did for “Dirty Dancing” the original version. I’m not saying ban the music.. I’m just saying the onus falls on the adults.. You have to be the change you want to see in the world.

There was one person who commented that there should be a permit for people to be parents.. am I forced to agree with that? Every man jack feels because they want a baby or they are pregnant that they should be able to mind one. WRONG! In this same breath I want to thank all the people who acknowledge that they would not be capable of taking care of a kid and don’t succumb to societal or family pleas for grandkids. Thank you for not having Kids, you know a child is not a doll.

A child is not a doll

A child is not a doll

I am familiar with the Caribbean and the culture there. I grew up there. This is why I can see that it’s not this generation to blame or the one past. Or the one before that. We can’t go back in the past and change what has been done as much as we would like to. The thing is, we just need to stop blaming now and try to find a solution to the archaic slave mentality that has us in this mess. I think we can be much more creative with punishing bad behaviour. I KNOW kids can be mischievous but they are not EVIL! They only know that they are playing. Why as a mother you don’t want any man hitting you, you don’t want your own mother to come into your house and hit you, but you think it is ok to hit someone less than half your size and strength. They cannot defend themselves.

Stop Child Abuse

Stop Child Abuse

Life in the 1500s

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 The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it or think there’s nothing to eat when you look into a half full fridge, think about how things used to be . Here are some facts about the 1500s:  

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. 

   Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean wat

Having a bath in the 21st century is more of a luxury than we think

Having a bath in the 21st century is more of a luxury than we think

er, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water.. 

   Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying . It’s raining cats and dogs. 

   There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence. 

   The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.

 (Getting quite an education, aren’t you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.  Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.. 

 

Fresh meals everyday should not be taken for granted!

Fresh meals everyday should not be taken for granted!

 Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon  They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.. 

   Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. 

   Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

   Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake. 

     England is old and small and the local folks started running out of  places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they  would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a …dead ringer.. 

  And that’s the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! ! 

   Educate someone. Share these facts with a friend.

What the heck? Who the heck are you?

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154895_10151945062942831_1016729734_nOk, so I been trying to do this blogging thing. Not much of a writer in the first place, but I am trying. I figure there is not much left to talk about in the world except the things that people refuse to talk about. People always trying to be polite and politically correct.. and “oh, once it’s on the internet, it’s on there for good”… Well that works out just fine by me cause I’m not trying to run for Mayor (Apparently I have to be one up on crackhead for that job anyway). The days of being just right for everyone seems to be over.

I think I mentioned before that I grew up in a city where everyone knew me and I acted like a rude little rich girl because I thought I was, more or less. Not financially, no no, of course not. I only got some second hand barbie dolls when I was about 14. Never had anything brand name and for that I am grateful.. cause I still don’t fill the pockets of the corporate giants.  What I mean is, I had to hold my head up and talk to people with perfect grammar, not wear my skirt above my knees and couldn’t go camping with the church youth group cause, (I still don’t know the reasoning yet) *shrugs shoulders*. I wasn’t even allowed to go to the cinema because that’s where girls got pregnant. Or the beach for that matter cause the same thing happened there. And if you think I was given a proper introduction to my period (shhh, I said the P-word)… Nope.. I was scared shitless to tell my mom. The words couldn’t come out. I just took her by the hand and showed her the stain on my sheet. The words couldn’t come out because I was pretty much always silenced. Do you think I would even dare tell anyone when or how I lost my virginity??

I was told I was lucky. Lucky to have an education, lucky this, lucky that, lucky, … but it cheapens the work that I put into it. It wasn’t luck that made my parents spend their savings to put us kids through school. Nor am I lucky now. I still have to work to get what I want. If someone accidentally dropped a winning lotto ticket in front of me and I never had to work another day in my life that would be luck. I’m beginning to think luck doesn’t exist. I’m not one of the lucky ones. I’m grateful things work out sometimes the way I push for it to. Sometimes it doesn’t… if it did I would be a millionaire by now.

And BTW, you know what “I don’t fit in that box.” The box you want to put me in. I don’t really fit in any box though.

That’s just the way the world is, we can’t hope for an orange to be an apple… yes people love labels so that their mind can put things comfortably into little boxes… we love definitions in order to explain things and figure out what we dealing with. The problem lies when we have two very different things like an orange and an apple and group them together as fruits. Everything and everyone in the world is different and fits into different categories.Because what when girl A dates boys, is a feminist, is black; girl B dates girls, doesn’t care about feminism, is white; Boy A dates girls, is a feminist, is white…. Boy A and Girl B fit in gender preference box and race box, but he is also in another Box with girl A for feminism…. Doesn’t he feel like he doesn’t really belong anywhere?.. and this is usually the case with most of us… because of boxes and our uniqueness we often feel like we don’t fit anywhere. But I try to see the world differently.. I think of myself as an Everywhereian and a Nowhereian… a little bit of everything.. and comfortable and happy to adapt!

I have always wanted to say the things I couldn’t or nobody would. So that’s what I’m doing here. I hate when my friends who sit with their phone glued to their face take 3 days before answering my text… thanks, you all showed me I’m just not that important to you and don’t deserve such respect. To my ‘friend’ who takes offence to everything I say, well you can be sure I don’t need the stress of worrying if you are offended. I am who I am, and not changing for nobody!.. And yes that was a double negative, but I don’t care! To the ‘friend’ who talks about me behind my back, one day you will notice your small existence doesn’t revolve around me. To the one who always tries to contradict everything I say, Shut up and just listen for once. Sometimes a person just needs someone to listen… not to find fault in everything they do or say… just be a friend! To the friend who hurt me by stealing from me, I care about you so much cause we have been friends for so long and want to forgive you, but I can never truly trust you again, so I don’t think the friendship would work. And as much as it can be a distant friendship, everything in my gut is telling me you will do it to me again, and it will be my fault.

I don’t wanna be rich, I don’t wanna be a prude, I don’t care to be perfect. I wanna be a free spirit. I wanna give love and hope and allow people to be frustrated and be able to help them. I wanna be humble…and a person who just takes care of the world. Oh to hear people say, you can’t change the world, uuughh! you can! I have so many solutions for the worlds problems in my head that sometimes it’s easier to just minimize my mind to just my first world problems. My dad once said you can’t save who doesn’t want to be saved.. but sooo many people do!!! I also do think though that I can’t help others if I can’t even help myself. But you know what, I have said many times, if you aren’t going to do anything about it, just shut up about it.images1186_86687

I want to say that some things are really stupid and some things are awesome. Some people always giving others flack for speaking their mind. This is why I do it here. It’s my own blog. I want others to hear… thats why it’s a blog. But if you don’t like what I have to say… say it on your own blog… now I’m wondering if I should even post this. Eeep! But I’m probably not done saying all I have to say anyway! Sometimes you need to let things out to get rid of the headache.