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Bastoy’s Halden Prison

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on May 26, 2012

Scandinavia, Norway specifically, is currently the world capitol of moral respect, human rights and politically correct thinking. One might argue or ask is this the right treatment for murderers and rapists?

While I believe that Bastoy’s Halden Prison’s actions are commendable and very respected, I think this system overlooks one fundamental pillar of human rights. That pillar is Justice. Justice is about taking the right measures to punish those who kill or hurt another, not making the criminals feel like they are on vacation. What we have here is a system that puts criminals first not victims first and to me this contradictory to the natural world and to what fairness means to humanity.

I see this system as prioritizing rehabilitation to these prisoners, but this system seems to overlook the pain and well-being of the law abiding citizens. I believe that everyone deserves a second chance, but seriously many of those citizens out there work so hard day and night while abiding with the law to earn a decent living and then comes those who commit a crime and get into Halden Prison and live a life that all citizens out there would die for? What do you think? Wouldn’t that make you wanna break the law or kill someone to get into a prison like that?

Unfortunately, there is talk that the famous mass murderer Anders Behring Breivik who targeted immigrants and children of foreign origins, may be sent to Halden. Is this fair? A terrorist mass murderer who lit up discrimination and killed children and innocent people would end up living in what I would like to call a romantic getaway! Any sane human being with a conscience desires punishment and justice, for someone who committed the worst of all crimes in his racist and terrorist advocacy and cause. So should a murderer like Breivik live in a well designed nice smelling luxurious dorm room more modern and luxurious than most people in the world today? Should he have access to hiking trails, cooking classes, and a sound studio at his fingertips? Oh and before I forget thanks to the humane kind of thinking today, he can get access to more sunlight through his vertical cell windows.

The purpose of this post is to show the absolute lack of human rights in “the nicest Prison in the world.” It is like championing the human rights of those who trespassed any human rights and forfeited those rights when they took innocent human lives or raped or molested children or women.

For God’s sake how about making the worst Prison for victims then if we should make a nicest prison for murderers and rapists?

The most wonderful friend anyone could ever ask for!

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on May 1, 2012

Nine years ago, I met the most wonderful friend anyone could ever ask for.  Very shortly after meeting, we became best friends although we did not like each other at first. I always knew we would be close. Till this day, I’ve never met anyone like her. She is too amazing that words just cannot describe her, and our friendship is very strong. I am so lucky to have found a spirit that always watches over me even when I am miles and oceans away from her. The bond we share as best friends is so rare, and so special beyond imagination. Whether you believe in this stuff or not, but I know that we are both connected in souls. We spend all of our time together even when we are not in the same place or country because our thoughts are always with each other. My best friend is someone I miss like nothing else and I think about every single day. Your determination and optimism is something I aspire to achieve every single day. I will forever hold you in a very special place in my heart. You have  lots of courage and the most expressive face I’ve seen on anyone else.

We have an almost telepathic connection; I knew when you were in distress from across the miles, and you would send me a message or call me whenever I was thinking of you or needed you. We had secrets together, code words that only we knew and expressions that only we understood from things we remembered or said to each other in the past. Tell me who else understands me the way you do? I miss you so much more than I can show or explain.

I remember the nights I spent at your apartment when you insisted that I would sleep on the bed and you’d sleep on the floor. You slept on the floor beside the bed and we both fell asleep while talking and laughing together.

You are a very big part of my life. I miss our time at Gloria Jean’s do you remember that? Do you remember when we used to spend time at Virgin’s Columbus Cafe drinking Dark hot chocolate? Do you remember those times as vividly as I do? You know what I also miss? I miss the way we said hello to each other every time we got together.

I miss having you to talk to because you would listen and not judge, and comfort me without words. I want you to know that I am not complaining because I am grateful for every second we spent together. Being your best friend has taught me more than I could have been taught by life’s experiences and more than I even realize today. The lessons I learned from you still unfold everyday and will continue to do so in the future.

Throughout the years, we were inseparable. You changed my outlook on life and on friendship.I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. I don’t know what I would do without a great best friend like you. I would climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest sea, walk across the hottest desert just to tell you how incredibly special your friendship is to me.

True friendship is a very divine quality and one of the sacred ties between humans in this world. To find a true friend is something very rare nowadays. You are very polite, good mannered, extremely intelligent and sweet tempered. You never break your promises to others. You continuously learn from your mistakes and from others too. You are always helpful to others in their time of need. You are a true friend in need.

During the times I needed you most,  you spent many sleepless nights keeping me company, being there for me, listening to me and giving me hugs when I needed them. Sometimes even sitting by my side throughout the night till I fall asleep after crying for hours. Tell me honestly, who else did that for me? Who else never failed to be there for me in my times of need never giving up on me or ditching me for whatever reason?

All these qualities you have my moonlight companion make you the best friend of the year every year and I am so proud of you my sweetest wonderful best friend. There is no other person in this world like you or who is a duplicate of you and no one can ever replace you just always remember that.

A pledge to myself and the universe

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on April 21, 2012

I realized something last night…I realized how I have been in so much pain that I ended up giving up a lot of who I am. I realized that I have to remind myself of who I am and what I stand for every once in a while. I know I am not perfect and I know that I have some disabilities but I can never overcome that when I am not doing anything about it. So as hard as it is for me I sat down and thought of what I want to pledge to myself to get better and be a better person. Here’s my pledge which I will keep reminding myself of every time my hopes and spirits are down.

 

I pledge to give my best effort in all I do to continue to learn and improve. I will not let mistakes or fears of making a mistake stop me. I understand that mistakes are part of life and I can learn from my mistakes so I do not do them again. I will not compare myself to others as that creates jealousy and because I am giving my best and I am just as good as anyone and my skills will improve as I practice more.

I might fall short of my ideals sometimes, but I pledge that I will always try to do better, and I will try to learn from my mistakes.

I pledge to perform at my highest level at all times. I want to succeed in life so I will always keep trying my best.

I pledge to maximize my strengths while overcoming my weaknesses.

I pledge to not wallow in my mistakes — instead, staying positive and learning from them so I can become a better person.

I pledge to remember that success does not always equate to learning, nor does learning always result in success.

I pledge to reward myself whenever I achieve success.

I promise to be thankful for living every day.

I promise to be faithful to myself and others.

I promise to never take life for-granted and be thankful for all that I have.

I promise to have compassion.

I promise to never fear my emotions, love, hate, sadness, happiness, but learn to deal with them.

I promise that I’ll try to understand others and live with what life has given me.

I pledge to live my life to the fullest.

I pledge to be responsible for myself and compassionate towards others.

I pledge to love and respect myself and my friends and loved ones.

I pledge to “show up” in my life as myself, not as an imitation of anyone else.

I pledge to avoid using the word “just” to describe myself. For example, I won’t say, “I’m just a mother,” “I’m just a student” or “I’m just an ordinary person.”

I pledge to give myself ten minutes of silence and stillness every day to get in touch with my heart and hear my own voice.

I pledge to use my voice to connect my dreams to my actions.

I pledge to use my voice to empower myself and others.

I pledge to serve my community at least once a year in a way that will benefit other people.

I pledge to ask myself, “Who am I? What do I believe in? What am I grateful for? What do I want my life to stand for?”

I pledge to sit down and write my own mission statement.

I pledge to live my own legacy.

And I pledge to pass it on to my children.

I pledge to give myself credit for how far I’ve come and permission to continue learning and growing from my experiences AND my mistakes.

I pledge to honor my friends and family. To be patient, compassionate and non-judgmental.

I pledge to find and appreciate the joy in life. The small things. The outdoors. The fleeting moments.

I pledge to love myself more every day.

I pledge to put myself first and make my own happiness and vitality a top priority.

I pledge to give back to others – to make an impact on people’s lives.

I pledge to live by example. To live with integrity so that my thoughts, speech and action are aligned with my true self.

I pledge to express myself fully by doing what I love.

I pledge to acknowledge that pain and discomfort are necessary for growth and new experiences.

I pledge to see the beauty in all things and all people.

I pledge that I am not my past, nor my future, but my present – make the most of it

I pledge to slow down and be present

I pledge to love and care for myself as much as I love and care for those I hold most dear

I pledge to demonstrate interconnectivity with the universe by caring for, in my own special way, my fellow beings

I pledge to never stop learning, growing and challenging myself – especially when things are comfortable

I pledge to find joy everyday

I pledge to forgive and let go…

I pledge to never stop having fun!

I pledge to never stop believing in hope, goodness and fairy tales

I pledge to always be passionate and to strive for wisdom

Nothing really matters!

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on April 8, 2012

I  feel like shriveling up and disappearing away. I feel like faking my death so I can start a fresh life away from all the pain and hurt I am going through at the moment. It feels like the whole world is on my shoulder and there is no one to help me carry that burden. My best friend, the person who used to show me the light in the dark, he disappeared. He is gone and I miss him so much. I am unable to talk to anyone or even find peace.

I feel so lonesome today. Who will hear my pain or help me through? I feel very misunderstood and overtaken by the world`s agony. Everyone who is troubled finds peace in taking it out on me, but what about me?  I am so emotionally tired and drained! I can`t do it alone. I am very severely hurt. I am not meant to always be judged harshly and for people to be tough with me. I deserve some understanding and some love and some support. Things I rarely feel now.

My disability is that I suck at verbal communication and yet even those who know that well still are not even ready to give that any consideration but want to hold it against me. I do try to explain what I meant to say and they don`t  care about what I mean, they care about what they heard, even knowing I have a problem expressing myself, my opinions and my beliefs. In what law, is this fair? I always provide my tolerance and patience with everyone, yet no one wants to do the same for me. why? what is wrong with me? Why is it impossible for people to make exceptions for me as I do for them?

I am so tired of my life! I struggle to find only one reason everyday to keep me going. For someone who feels every aspect of her life is not successful and that the whole world is against her including the ones she loves the most I struggle to stay on my feet everyday. I keep it all to myself. I am this close to giving up. Nothing in my life is working and nothing in my life is worth fighting for. I feel even that even my relationship is going downhill and everyone is too busy to even notice what I am going through. I have been sleeping almost 22 hours of the 24 hours of the day. I have not been eating and mostly I have been waking up at night choking out of breath. I have nightmares 22 hours of the day while sleeping and I have not been taking my medications. I am going through hell and I feel so unwilling to fight for anything.  I don’t think I can do it anymore. Behind my fake smile that I show to everyone including my own family, there is this hollow sorrow and severe pain that does not stop. I don`t really see any light around me. My friends are gone, and the ones I love the most are not aware of what I am feeling. I am so tired. I am very very tired. My tears won`t stop and all I want is for all this to end. that is the only way my pain will end.

My dream since I was a little fairy talish child is that one day, God will send me a friend, an angel, who will be the only one who understood me and understood my disabilities and embraced them and kept me safe. I guess that will always remain a meaningless dream of a stupid little girl. I hate the world right now. I hate everything and nothing matters to me. I wish with all my heart to just fade away into another realm into an alternate reality away from all this.

Dear Germs

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on April 1, 2012

Dear Germs,

I can feel you invading my body.  This sore throat sure was extremely painful in the past 4 days. This is a really bad time, germs.  You see, I have a very busy life right now and tutoring to attend to.

Do you really want to stop me from helping the child I am tutoring?  I think not.

If you don’t mind, I’ll keep taking my antibiotic which kills my stomach and we’ll part ways as friends.  I’m sure you can understand.  It’s not you, it’s just that we are not meant to be.

Fiary Tales are treasures beyond imagination

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on March 20, 2012

Once upon a time, there was a literary genre that we know as fairy tales. They were everything any child wanted to hear because they  were mystical and wonderful and they were a true child’s fantasy. Then dark forces took over these fairy tales making them drastically misunderstood throughout the many centuries that passed. Fairy tales had to endure a hard life of continuous alterations and editing in order to fit what the people who lived in that time wanted. People of our own time are responsible for some of the radical changes endured by this mistreated genre.  As centuries pass and communities change, fairy tales change too.

The greatest treasure of every nation is its folkloric treasure. Fairy tales are part of the literature traditions all over the world. A fairy tale is one of the forms of the people’s linguistic arts where their way of life and  their social system are reflected. Folklore, mythology, traditions, cultural stories, and  many classic tales have been handed down, generation through generation. Many countless treasures containing human thought and diverse experiences still gather together and live in this world even after thousands of years through fairy tales.

Every culture has it is own various collection of fairy tales. However, fairy tales differ from one country to another because of places, cultures, and periods of time. Nevertheless, their unique impact on teaching and entertaining people has never changed. Every class of people, in all parts of the world, has gone down the road of this great tradition for generations, by that giving it more popularity.

The most beautiful thing about a fairy tale is that it allows the reader and the writer to go into a new imaginary world. Fairy tales are not useless for there are many things to learn from them.

The basic type of folktales are myths, legends, and Märchen, or in English: fairy tales. Even till this day, readers continue to find that tales carry almost the same message and themes: the fight between good and evil, wisdom and stupidity, people’s joy and suffering, love and anger, belief and disbelief, moral and justice, truth and fiction, honesty and deception, beauty of the truth and ugliness of prejudice. Fairy tales are also used in ways to express problems, customs, traditions, beliefs, living conditions and views, most of the time more powerful than other forms of storytelling.

Fairy tales are part of who we are today and they are part of our belief system too. They are a significant and integral part of people’s minds throughout their life, they render the dormant poetry; they speak of joy, love, tears, and smothered rage, of the drama of miscommunication.

Many stories, such as “Beauty and the Beast” and “Cinderella” have been told worldwide. They both carry the same message of  the good person will be rewarded and the evil will be punished. These tales and many others went through many variants and different versions where they have taken the readers through many periods in time and all over the world. African, Native American, and even ancient Chinese variants of these fairy tales have been found.  Magical aspects of fairy tales appear in forms such as a fairy godmother or spirit; or in some versions of “Cinderella” a wise animal such as bull or fish. A character of royal descends discovers the special qualities and pure character of Cinderella. The reader then starts to love the character of “Cinderella” and begins to admire her qualities.

In the story of “Ashputtle,” by Wilhelm and Jacob Grimm, the audience would learn how evil is punished. After the stepsisters had their eyes picked out by doves, the story reads: “…both sisters were punished with blindness to the end of their days for being so wicked and false (yahoo.com)”.

The tale speaks of aspiration to and attaining happiness, beauty and truth. For her endurance and determination the character is respected and loved. The characters play different roles in society, have different names, and have different occupations and statuses. Their virtues are considered desirable and rewarded.

It appears that man created fairy tales for reasons that include explaining the unknown, natural events and forces, to show the duality and purity of human and the human mind, and to help societies maintain order and remain stable.

In order for fairy tales to survive, they must be continuously retold to new generations everywhere. Curiosity will always lure children to them making them always come back for more. As traditions are passed on to new storytellers far and wide, it is unknown how much each of the tales will be changed and carried on but they will still survive time and continue to live on. Now and in the future, a new generation of listeners will emerge, and thus new people will begin to study the folktale genre by that we will witness many new fairy tales being created.

I Miss my Mother

Published by under Story Time on February 27, 2012

I miss my mother
I long for her
Her thyme and cheese braided bread
My mother’s desserts
Her coffee
Her touch
Her lap while she is touching my hair

Everyday
My childhood memories with my mother
Replay inside me as I was growing up
Mother, I think of you at dusk
I think of how I am going to reward you with love
I think of how I have hurt you in the past
And how you still love me endlessly
How can I ever make it up to you…
For the tears you shed because of me?

Mother, when I come back home
use me as a comb for your soft hair
Use me as a fire to keep you warm
Who am I without you?
I am connected to you by spirit
Without your love
I am not that strong
Without you I am too frail to walk
Too weak to stand

Will my path ever bring me back?
Will it ever take me to your waiting lap?
Or to your longing arms?

Robbed of childhood and innocence

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on February 23, 2012

Beauty pageants started in 1921 when the owner of an Atlantic City hotel struck upon the idea to help boost tourism in his hotel. However, the Little Miss America pageant began in the 1960s at Palisades Amusement Park in New Jersey. The murder of Jon Benet Ramsey in late 1996 turned the public spotlight onto child beauty pageants. Critics began to question the ethics of parents who would present their child in such a way. Notably, Dan Rather, criticized CBS for airing Ramsey’s tapes, calling them “kiddie porn.”

Child beauty contests became increasingly common and increasingly controversial recently. With entrants ranging from 3 to 18, I would say the practice is a form of child abuse and child sexualization.

We can see that through making or allowing their daughters to participate in these pageants, the parents’ ambitions for their children went overboard the child’s welfare to the point where the child’s mental well-being is compromised.

This isn’t like any other sport or activity people! There is only one winner in children’s beauty pageants and the rest of the contestants lose. Most sports allow for a broader range and share of victory and allows more contestants to feel the sense of accomplishment that can come with that. How is that good for any child’s self-esteem given the high competition because all children are beautiful inside and outside!

We love children because of their innocence and childish mentality which we rob them of as we make them participate in such activities!

This is an arena where very young children are primped like mini-adults and pitted against each other in a bid to decide who’s the prettiest and this is certainly not good for their confidence or self-esteem and believing that is like dwelling in a fool’s paradise.

What does participating in a child’s beauty pageant tell the little girls? Being a little Barbie doll says your body has to be a certain way and your hair has to be styled and dyed or even bleached a certain way. In girls, this unleashes a whole insensitive complex of destructive self-experiences that lead to eating disorders and all kinds of body distortions in terms of body image.

You are telling them that they are not created beautiful and that is the only thing that matters so they have to fake to be someone else in order to be important aka beautiful in this world. You are telling them that they have no value unless they are beautiful and that they have to pay any price just to attain beauty! Does that sound truthful to you? If it does then I am sorry to say, you have a big psychological problem and you need to be treated!

Competing in these events, very young children are taught very early in their life that their only value comes from their appearance and the way they look. This in turn leads to emotional damage, eating disorders and a distorted sense of self worth and self esteem.

When you win even few of those beauty contests at such a young age, you might start thinking you really are better than everyone else your age. This is yet one of the major consequences.

In a childhood era that’s full of opportunities for sports, activities, soccer games and spelling bees, or even creative or musical talents, why can’t we just put away the self-tanner and baby high heels? Why can’t we just let our kids be the way they are meant to be?

These kids mostly come from the same parents who bitch and constantly complain about pedophiles and perverted men watching their kids. I agree totally that these men are disgusting creatures and every parent has a right to not want them near their children. What I still don’t understand is, why these parents aggressively boycott pedophiles and other sick people all while at the same time doing this to their little girls.  Predators are fully responsible for their own actions; these mothers aren’t telling them what to do. But at the same time, it wouldn’t be a bad idea if the parent would reevaluate their actions when they start wondering why their child is being stared at by an adult.

A typical beauty pageant consists of several rounds, often including an “evening wear” section, where children parade down a catwalk swathed in taffeta and Swarovski crystals, and a talent round, in which contestants will display a particular gift, such as singing, dancing or baton-twirling. For a successful child beauty queen the rewards can be lucrative but it takes a lot of work. Ok the talent show is very encouraging and a good idea too but what we don’t realize is that so many of those pageant-obsessed mothers start making it a must that their daughters have to be talented in something demonstrated in public when it genuinely is not the case a lot of times. Making such demands change who the child really is and you don’t even give the child a chance to grow into who she is. Do these mothers even know the true identity of their daughters? It sure is not who they created out of them!

Such beauty pageants are exploitative, pressurizing children to adopt semi-sexualized adult mannerisms that they do not fully understand and enforcing the message that physical appearance is all that is important.

Entering a pageant is time-consuming and a costly process, involving high entrance fees. On top of that, parents can expect to pay several hundred of dollars for suitably eye-catching outfits – from tailor-made mini-ballgowns laced with diamanté to a flamenco-style red-and-white polka-dot dress.

In many ways, the rise in child beauty pageants is a pronounced cultural trend to treat young children as mini adults. The process is a representation of the “inappropriate sexualization” of children.  Recent surveys have shown that young people are becoming progressively more concerned with their appearance, at the same time as their body image appears to be plummeting.

In 2009, a poll of 3,000 teenage girls showed that more than a quarter would spend their money on their looks rather than their studies, while one in five had considered plastic surgery. Can you possibly imagine where the world is right now? One in 5 young and little girls considered plastic surgery and you still think these pageants are justified?

Beauty Pageants are really commercialization and sexualization of childhood. These young girls are precious and yet we don’t treat them that way at all. What they begin to do is look older, they acquire veneers, they look assertive, they look confident, but how deep does that really go if it’s built on such a fake and artificial notion? Aesthetic, external attributes have a place, but they should not be the sole means by which a child should measure themselves.

I do believe that such contests encourage pedophilia.  We do know that predators or pedophiles continually tend to justify their interest in children by saying children are sexual beings. That children are now given a channel to become little Lolitas, to be portrayed as older, to almost become mini adults and sadly these kind of activities such as the children beauty pageants are all trends that give legitimacy to that kind of thinking.

In America, the industry has been overshadowed for years by the murder of six-year-old child beauty queen Jon Benet Ramsey, who was found sexually abused and garrotted in the basement of her family’s home in Boulder, Colorado, on Boxing Day 1996. The case is still unsolved.

Are you terrified by the consequences yet?

We can’t help but notice the beauty pageant stereotype of pushy parents and spoiled, doll-like children. But we also can’t help but notice that these glassy-eyed stares are still children on the inside concealed by the look that is required of them to become ‘queens’. In many cases, a contestant’s personality seems to be all pretend when she is under the spotlight.

In many of the UK’s children beauty pageants, contestants are required to dress up in flamboyant feathered and bejeweled costumes as if they are performers in the carnival. In most competitions though, children wear heavy make-up, false eyelashes and have an all-over spray-tan. Does that sound like childhood to you?

Earnest mothers of pageant winners admit their daughters end up dressing inappropriately for their age after winning the pageant. Make up starts to creep into their young everyday life.

These pageants are not for children to entertain other children. What one sees here is adult fantasies fueling this thing. It’s for adults. It’s certainly for the parents not their children. A parent can be proud of his/ her daughter without having to win a beauty pageant!

Given that we live in a world that increasingly values physical appearance, is there anything so very wrong in teaching one’s children how to make the best of themselves, how to get ahead in life rather than how to look prettier than natural beauty?

In a world that extends after Jon Benet Ramsey, the very concept of incredibly young girls strutting around a stage in swimsuits and gowns with synthetic hair extensions and fake eyelashes in the bid to be crowned the next “Miss” something is disgustingly depressing.

“As a treatment professional of sex offenders as well as victims of sexual abuse, I would like the parents of these little girls to assume responsibility for their choices. They are sexualizing their young children. Do not be surprised if your child is preyed upon as a result of this high degree of visibility,” said Dr. Nancy Irwin, a Los Angeles-based psychotherapist. “Men can pose as agents/managers and track you/your girl down through the show. Further, know that they will be pleasuring themselves while looking at your daughter’s YouTube clip.”

These parents are selfish…spoiling their children, and training them that their value is based on their beauty alone.

Toddler beauty pageants set a superficial expectation about what makes someone beautiful. It clearly tells the girls that beauty is primarily about your pose, your smile, your hair, and the clothes you wear. Self-worth should not come from outer beauty. Toddlers are not old enough to make an informed decision as to whether they should compete or not. Nor are they able to separate the competition from reality, which can make participation even more damaging to their self-esteem.

None of this is natural and none of this is innocent which childhood should be all about.

I get terrified by the simple mere idea of child beauty contests, and even more so the motives behind why any parent would want their precious young one to transform into a pageant “princess”.

I question these parents’ ability to parent any child. It is one thing if your child wants to express themselves through dance or acting, but there are other ways to do it.

I will always continue to believe that allowing six-year-olds to dress up in evening gowns and parade at beauty pageants is sending the wrong message.

Such contests may give children the perception that being pretty is the only option for popularity and success in life which is certainly not the case.

Most of the times, women are judged by their physical attributes and little girls easily pick this up.

It also sets them up for some problems, including bulimia, anorexia and depression, if they cannot adjust as teens. Some babies grow up to be pretty adults and others grow up to be average looking. We all are different.

Winning validates and confirms a parent’s feelings about his or her daughter. Other parents allow their daughters to participate in contests in order to win college scholarships and other prizes.

Putting adult pressures into the lives of small children destroy what is supposed to be a wonderful time.

We are denying these children their childhood, which is something you can never get back. When you are 20, you can’t get together with friends and play in the dirt or play cars or build castles in the sand. You’d look and feel pretty silly if you do that.

Some children encounter problems with school friends or siblings after participating in contests. Jealousy or envy cause problems, especially if the child wins the title.

Other problems may develop as a result of adults who prey on young children.

Parents need to look at why they want their children to be in a contest. Is it because of the need to stroke an ego or because they really want what is best for their child?

Robbing your child of their innocence and childhood is by no means the best for a child. You take everything away from them by making them participate in these contests. You take away from them looking like children and you make them end up looking fake and thrice their age. If you love your child you would never do that to her. If you love your daughter you would never take away her right to be a normal natural child who likes to play in the mud and have a simple styled hair wearing comfortable clothes and playing with her favorite toys. We create them instead of allowing them to just be. Who would do such a cruel thing to their kids? Put their daughters in painful corsets to look like hour-glass figures and make them sleep in those painful things or walk around in painful high heel shoes that even us women dread to wear, and make a poor child go on a strict calorie diet just to make it as a beauty queen? Does that sound like fun to you? Does it sound like loving your child? I can’t believe any mother or father would allow such cruel and painful process for their little ones.

Wake up people, there is really little time that you as a person live stress-free, care-free and pain-free. That time is supposed to be when you are a child. Please don’t take that away from your kids! Please don’t rob them of their childhood and innocence! Please  just allow them to be happy children!

Emotional abuse is never regarded

Published by under DreamSharer Journal on February 21, 2012

 

Have you personally ever known anyone who was abused by his/ her parents? Have you ever encountered anyone who was emotionally abused not physically abused? Maybe you have and maybe you haven’t. I have. I know how that is and how destructive it is. Emotionally abused kids want to feel pain physically to at least feel something…to take their mind off the pain inside them. They are so emotionally drained and numb that all they want is to feel that they are still alive. They smile and they get pleasure when they cut or burn themselves because the pain they feel physically makes them know they are still alive. Physical pain and the bleeding or bruising ends at some point. The bleeding stops, the bruises go away, the broken bones can heal and the cuts can heal too and if you die because of a physical injury, it all ends. That is what you miss when you are emotionally abused. Your scars never heal, the words never leave you, the nightmares you have stay with you all your life, and your heart breaks everyday over and over again. The pain inside you never ends and you just wish the tears you cry from the inside would stop.

The degrading, belittling, mind control, mind games, manipulation and hurt stay with you scarring you forever! People say he did good and that little brat deserved what was coming. NO ONE DESERVES TO BE ABUSED EMOTIONALLY! Especially little kids and teens they never deserve the pain that emotional abuse leaves! Child services and the police got it all wrong! All they care about is physical abuse and they should. But when did they arrest a man for abusing his wife’s emotions and manipulating her or bullying her? When did they ever arrest a father for continuously everyday calling his son worthless or abusing his emotions or calling his daughter horrific names?

I cannot support emotional abuse! People just see the outer masks that controlling people wear. Oh he did not bruise her or shoot her or beat her up! Well that is wrong!!!! He did beat her up. He did abuse her. He did shoot her. But it is all on the inside it is worse than the beating that you see on the outside because it is all concealed. If a teacher sees a bruise on a child’s arms they call Child Services and the child would get the help they deserve. But how do emotionally abused children get help? It is all on the inside no one sees it. They get crippled and they shrivel and their whole confidence and self-esteem shatter and they spend the rest of their lives getting into vicious cycles of being with manipulative controlling partners because that is what control does. It destroys their ability to choose partners and they will always feel that it is their destiny to be manipulated by others.

Society only focuses now on physically abused children and physically abused women or men but no one ever gives a crap about other types of abuse. We applaud and praise fathers’ and mothers’ efforts for abusing their daughter’s privacy and emotions! They are still abusive parents let’s not forget that! Would anyone say the same about the parents if they abused their kids physically rather than emotionally? They abuse their children’s privacy, they abuse their children’s adolescence and friendships and they do things to them that will stick with them for the rest of their lives! How can that be right?

I just feel that the world can sit down and clap and cheer for actors and people who pretend to be victims and the whole crowd throw tomatoes and eggs at the real victim. The pretender and bully gets all the credit while the abused and victimized gets all the brunt and anger of the crowd. Emotionally abusive fathers are good talkers. They use big words, make videos to earn sympathy, make public scenes, they get the applause. And the children who are silent, unheard from, manipulated, and bullied and made a mockery out of get all the negative cheering and people siding with their fathers. That is just unfair. Kids might not be so innocent after all but they do not go approaching the media or Jerry springer or Oprah to make a fool out of their fathers. Actually maybe those kids should give Dr. Phil a call and ask him to make a celebrity out of them feeding off their stories with their parents and making their parents look like villains as their parents  do to them!!!

A picture worth a thousand words! 02/19/2012

Published by under Candle in the Dark on February 19, 2012

Yes Indeed a picture is worth a thousand words. My heart goes out to all those homeless children out there and I hope with all my heart that we can make a difference in this world!