On a more serious note here with my nursery rhyme theme to start it off yet again! Sorry for the making light of a more horrific topic here but sometimes making light of it is easier for us, than admitting the truth. Here I will admit the truths as I have lived them, presented them into my life or researched into them on the grandiose cyber world on this awesome 27-inch expensive iMac that I’m so glad my husband spent money on before I met him. Without it we would have not been able to reconnect on yes, the all so famous Facebook.
Okay, let’s get off and running on the topic at hand. It states that the first child abuse case was charted aka recorded in the earliest years in Egypt. Of course, none of them were there but I throw no punches and realize they are good at their jobs while knowing what they are talking about. The remains were found and with further research the young 2-year old child was found to be brutally abused. The child had fractured bones, a broken collar-bone and much more evidence of physical abuse. Now back in those times and up until probably the 90’s there was no regulations on child abuse. It went unpunished and was an everyday occurrence. You could do what you wanted to your children. I’m sure you were frowned upon by many onlookers but no one stopped you or utter a word about it. But this was the first documented case of it.
Now in my day and age which started by 1970 or so, I was not abused any less normal than others. I did not get abused in my opinion is what I am saying. Although, many did get abused. It was very hush-hush even if others knew. No one would say a thing or tattle on you. What went on in your household was permitted by your parents while no one regulated it. I got very few spanks which were light ones not knocking me off my rocker. My mother once chased my sister and I with a wooden spoon. She smacked my sister on the butt and it broke. She was five years older than I. She couldn’t catch me. My sister and I found it humorous and laughed at her when the spoon broke. Boy, was she livid with us. Although, guess what we survived it all-what little of it there was. We became to know what respect was and with that were well-adjusted later on in life. Unfortunately, others were getting abused with no help in sight. No one knew or they did and said nothing. No S.O.S. came to their rescue-they were on their own to defend themselves. They lived in a household were they were beat with anything that could be lifted off the ground. If it wasn’t hot-wheel tracks it was electrical cords and if not electrical cords it was metal hangers among other items. It was a never-ending battle for other children to bear. I was the lucky one living in a middle upper class family with parents that really didn’t take that route with discipline. Although, we weren’t perfect kids and they were by no means perfect either….. they still didn’t go the route of beating us more so, punishing us by taking things away from us.
Now my old-school Great Aunt was from a different era and so glad she never had any children. We inherited the house in Westchester County after caring for her until her death in the late 70’s. She was a paraplegic in a wheelchair and only left down our staircase lift when sick or on way to hospital. She stayed up in her large room with a couch area with both couch and chairs, a card table, queen sized bed, a bathroom, a rather large tv on the floor-large for the 70’s, the entrance to go up to the attic and of course, the most annoying three chirping messy birds you ever did see! She loved those things but they aggravated me with their nonsensical chirping and thus, my distaste for some birds out there. She had plenty of time to watch tv and play games with me all day or after school. We watched soaps during the summertime and who knows what after school. With all that time on her hands she did her nails a lot and always bright a** red. Her lips and nails adorned this color always. She was about 78 years old at the time and an alcoholic. I had to bring her the ungodly combo my mother made of whiskey with milk in it to coat her stomach. To this day, I hate the smell, taste or anything to do with whiskey. My mother being a registered nurse felt this would coat her stomach and if she wanted alcohol this was the only way she’d get it. I learned how to shuffle playing cards like a pro, play canasta, jim rummy, checkers, parcheesi, backgammon and a bunch more games I can’t remember. BUT I never knew until an older age that my younger cousins were getting burned by yes, you got it she smoked in front of me in the 70’s not a big deal then…… although, burning my cousins with the cigarette when they started to win at the card games. I never saw this or knew of it. Both my cousins were boys and little ones at that. She liked me and never ever burned me so, this was hard to fathom for me later on in life. I guess my Great Aunt Helen wasn’t the nice crayon in the box:) SO, the abuse in the 70’s and 80’s did occur like this and many of my generation endure it. I thankfully did not-I was the lucky one!!
Alright, so now the 90’s come and with comes a very different world…….my children and those of my generation. BUT along came CPS or soon after. With CPS aka Child Protection Services came children threatened to have CPS take their parents away. But what they didn’t realize was that CPS takes them away. They usually end up in foster care or something of the sort possibly getting beat by foster parents that are only out to make a buck by having them there. This was the CPS’s secret which the children did not get or understand while accusing their parents of things they did not do or telling them not to do it as this would happen. In most cases these were good parents that never even hit their kids but if they were going to the kids would claim they’d call this wonderfully insane thing called CPS. CPS is great for many cases that need them but a crock of shi* for those who don’t. I even had them called by my ex-husband wanting to get even with me when I and my Boyfriend at the time did nothing. SO, because he could do this I had to go and answer to the false claim aka charges. We had to go through a lot of bullsh** because of an a-hole with a vengeance out to get me and others in my life. He could care less about the children and what they had to endure during this time. It can be a bunch of crap a lot of the time. Does this really benefit all of us with people being able to make false accusations against good parents not doing a thing wrong??? No, I say!!!!!!!
Now we come to an age where there is abuse and its overwhelming. We have the protection of laws, CPS, etc but does any of it work? We have so much molestation and Pedophiles out there but nothing is done to help that problem which is more existent nowadays then ever. Although, we are focused on the parents beating their children which does happen-not to down play that. I have to say lastly, that the world is just a very fuc*** up place and all of this is in existence. It will always be here on earth as we know it BUT we need to take a stand against while still protecting innocent parents more so. I don’t say to ignore the children but parents need some sort of organization to protect them as well with these kids of today thinking they can run the show!!
What is your take on the whole child abuse situation in today’s society? How do you feel about CPS and the actions they take? Do you feel CPS is legit in their actions or should we take a deeper look into them and all they are about? Has child abuse gotten worse over the course of history or stayed the same? What more can we do to rectify or lessen the cases of child abuse that do exist today?
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