Sex with Children
Last night I had taken my 8yr. olf child to the CMH ER. She & her younger sister were racing home,my oldest ran into a fire hydrant & flipped over it. Landing her in a very ockward position. A position I didn't think she was able ta put herself into. She was screeming in pain, wouldn't allow me to touch her leg w/o her hollerin' loudly. It felt really stiff & she said she wasnt able to move or touch it @ all. I managed ta get her into tha van & still keep my ear drums in tack & fully operational.
As we sat there @ tha childrens table, they colored many pictures left there, along with a small bucket of crayons. THe children chattered amoungst each other as I sat there wondering, observing & tryin ta figure out each childs purpose for bein there. Most of the parents or adults present were scroungy lookin, as if they had just been picked up off tha streets. Hair uncombed, clothes excessively dirty & or wrinkled, massive smell of foul odor floating the air around their space, leaving an everly stronger scent as they passed by. Nails filled with black dirt & grime,alot of front teeth missing, what little remained, clearly tabacco & or coffee stained, covered with enough plaque one could lay brick with.
As I looked around, I noticed a few other people in which I had seen there tha last time we were as well. Wearing the same clothes as last, had the same ungroomed appearence as well. Each person had a certain characteristical trait that stuck out & had caused me to remember them. For me ta pinpoint it though was impossible. As I had finished my observation of those around me I looked @ myself & slightly giggled inside. I hadn't looked all that great either. My clothes were covered in sawdust, my knees had some mudd on them, from when I had bent dwn. ta pick my daughter up from tha muddy ground, hair pulled straight bk. in a ponytail, no make-up or anything & I was wearing a big grey,red & white starter jacket.
Just as I had looked up, a woman walked thru the ER doors. My first gutt instinct automatically told me she was a social worker. Elderly lady; wearing a long black slick lookin coat, just a little make-up to barely make it visible, grey hair pulled bk. in a nicely tight ponytial wich had been curled just as sweetly. Behind her she was pulling a blue wagon with 2 children in it. Both appeared to be around the age of my 2 girls. Though the oldest one caught my eye first & foremost. Only 8 yrs. of age maybe 10, though not a day older then just that, sitting in tha front of tha wagon,wearing a clearly oversized, by way 2 many sizes, floaters coat. The coat looked as if it were meant for a woman, such as myself. She seemed to be confused, scanning tha room, wondering as ta why in tha world they had been brought there, of all places. Emotions of scared wonderment were written all over her face. I skimmed over tha woman, tryin ta see if there was any type of resemblence, that would have seemingly made them related in some way 'er another. Though I didnt' see any. Just then I heard the desk nurse ask her what it was that had brought her there. The ladies reply was,"It's not as much as a what, as it is a when & who did it issue." Her words repeated themselves over & over in my head tryin ta make sence of what she had just said. The were seemingly taken in tha back rt. away.
A few hrs. later they had called us towards tha back rt. along with a few other children & their parents. We were tha 1st in that group to b placed in a room. Shortly after bein placed, I stepped into the hall to ask someone, anyone for a blanket for my daughter.As I waited I overheard the issues that had been brought to the little children in the wagon. The 10yr old little girl, whom was wearing the overcoat that was clearly merely twice, if not, three times her size, had been sexually molested & was currently pregnant, their estimation was about 5-6months. My heart had immediately fallen to my feet. I couldn't help but to feel exceptional sympathy for the child. How did this happen? WHo in tha hell would touch a child in such a way? How could her mother never have known about anything odd or out of the ordinary? rather it be in her actions, her tone or anything? especially her physical appearance? The social worker had said her thoughts were strongly on the mother's boyfriend, yet it was just a matter of DNA verification @ this current point in time.
I started crying, my heart went so out to that child, for her having to go through this, for her mother not being able or willing to spend enough time with her children to really be involved in their lives to know what's goin on all the time. For her not being educated on things such as this. Her child hood had just been ripped away from her, her innocense stolen, her emotional & physical state of mind had just changed forever all because of an adult who was, only to put it mildly! A SICK INDIVIDUAL WHO NEEDS TA BE PUT TO DEATH BY 1000 LASHES & another in which she had looked up to & hoped to turn to for proper guidence{her mother}
I looked @ how very greatfull my kids are for having me as their mother. I see that I am an exceptionally wonderfull woman who's made sure that my children know of things such as this when they were really young. Though people talk of how wrong they feel I am to talk with them @ such a young age when I ask," Just what is the proper age to talk to kids about sex, what's wrong for another person to do to them? What age should this be done?" nobodys' able to answer with anything other than " well not @ their age that they are rt. now but when they get older!"
Seeing this child in this state in which she was in & knowing that my children have already been very well educated on this subject yrs. before, really makes me feel good as an individual. It's a reassurance that regardless of what others may say or think about my parenting skills,... I AM AN AWESOME MOM! I've become the mother in which I had always wished for.
This case just goes to prove,........it's never to early to prepare a child for the future.As soon as they're able to comprihend, explain, teach & educate them on life's most important issues within the world today.
As we sat there @ tha childrens table, they colored many pictures left there, along with a small bucket of crayons. THe children chattered amoungst each other as I sat there wondering, observing & tryin ta figure out each childs purpose for bein there. Most of the parents or adults present were scroungy lookin, as if they had just been picked up off tha streets. Hair uncombed, clothes excessively dirty & or wrinkled, massive smell of foul odor floating the air around their space, leaving an everly stronger scent as they passed by. Nails filled with black dirt & grime,alot of front teeth missing, what little remained, clearly tabacco & or coffee stained, covered with enough plaque one could lay brick with.
As I looked around, I noticed a few other people in which I had seen there tha last time we were as well. Wearing the same clothes as last, had the same ungroomed appearence as well. Each person had a certain characteristical trait that stuck out & had caused me to remember them. For me ta pinpoint it though was impossible. As I had finished my observation of those around me I looked @ myself & slightly giggled inside. I hadn't looked all that great either. My clothes were covered in sawdust, my knees had some mudd on them, from when I had bent dwn. ta pick my daughter up from tha muddy ground, hair pulled straight bk. in a ponytail, no make-up or anything & I was wearing a big grey,red & white starter jacket.
Just as I had looked up, a woman walked thru the ER doors. My first gutt instinct automatically told me she was a social worker. Elderly lady; wearing a long black slick lookin coat, just a little make-up to barely make it visible, grey hair pulled bk. in a nicely tight ponytial wich had been curled just as sweetly. Behind her she was pulling a blue wagon with 2 children in it. Both appeared to be around the age of my 2 girls. Though the oldest one caught my eye first & foremost. Only 8 yrs. of age maybe 10, though not a day older then just that, sitting in tha front of tha wagon,wearing a clearly oversized, by way 2 many sizes, floaters coat. The coat looked as if it were meant for a woman, such as myself. She seemed to be confused, scanning tha room, wondering as ta why in tha world they had been brought there, of all places. Emotions of scared wonderment were written all over her face. I skimmed over tha woman, tryin ta see if there was any type of resemblence, that would have seemingly made them related in some way 'er another. Though I didnt' see any. Just then I heard the desk nurse ask her what it was that had brought her there. The ladies reply was,"It's not as much as a what, as it is a when & who did it issue." Her words repeated themselves over & over in my head tryin ta make sence of what she had just said. The were seemingly taken in tha back rt. away.
A few hrs. later they had called us towards tha back rt. along with a few other children & their parents. We were tha 1st in that group to b placed in a room. Shortly after bein placed, I stepped into the hall to ask someone, anyone for a blanket for my daughter.As I waited I overheard the issues that had been brought to the little children in the wagon. The 10yr old little girl, whom was wearing the overcoat that was clearly merely twice, if not, three times her size, had been sexually molested & was currently pregnant, their estimation was about 5-6months. My heart had immediately fallen to my feet. I couldn't help but to feel exceptional sympathy for the child. How did this happen? WHo in tha hell would touch a child in such a way? How could her mother never have known about anything odd or out of the ordinary? rather it be in her actions, her tone or anything? especially her physical appearance? The social worker had said her thoughts were strongly on the mother's boyfriend, yet it was just a matter of DNA verification @ this current point in time.
I started crying, my heart went so out to that child, for her having to go through this, for her mother not being able or willing to spend enough time with her children to really be involved in their lives to know what's goin on all the time. For her not being educated on things such as this. Her child hood had just been ripped away from her, her innocense stolen, her emotional & physical state of mind had just changed forever all because of an adult who was, only to put it mildly! A SICK INDIVIDUAL WHO NEEDS TA BE PUT TO DEATH BY 1000 LASHES & another in which she had looked up to & hoped to turn to for proper guidence{her mother}
I looked @ how very greatfull my kids are for having me as their mother. I see that I am an exceptionally wonderfull woman who's made sure that my children know of things such as this when they were really young. Though people talk of how wrong they feel I am to talk with them @ such a young age when I ask," Just what is the proper age to talk to kids about sex, what's wrong for another person to do to them? What age should this be done?" nobodys' able to answer with anything other than " well not @ their age that they are rt. now but when they get older!"
Seeing this child in this state in which she was in & knowing that my children have already been very well educated on this subject yrs. before, really makes me feel good as an individual. It's a reassurance that regardless of what others may say or think about my parenting skills,... I AM AN AWESOME MOM! I've become the mother in which I had always wished for.
This case just goes to prove,........it's never to early to prepare a child for the future.As soon as they're able to comprihend, explain, teach & educate them on life's most important issues within the world today.
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