January 31st 1974 was the day that the Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act came into play. It’s hard to believe how truly recent that day is. Along with the law, the National Center on Child Abuse and Neglect was created, as a resource for families.
Spend this month getting to know and understand the laws surrounding child abuse, and know what to look out for.
We will never stop being grateful for the opportunity to help child abuse survivors in the healing process. It’s a humbling experience to help others, that feel like they might not be able to help themselves…but it doesn’t make it any easier. Too many turn a blind eye to child abuse and it’s amazing to see what a difference it could make to a child saved from abuse, rather than working through their emotions in adulthood.
Share your stories with us this month, as we work on spreading child abuse awareness. You can remain anonymous, if you feel more comfortable, or share a quote with us that helps you in your darkest times.
We know we’ve written this post before, but it will never stop being important. Child abuse is one of the most underrated traumas affecting our nation, and too many think they can pinpoint an abused child by their family situation. This isn’t anyone’s fault, but we want to take steps to improve the stigma and misinformation that surrounds child abuse.
Childhelp.org is a great resource for anybody interested in learing more, or that are interested in getting involved, and the statistics I’m going to include come from them.
There’s a lot of facts surrounding child abuse, and even more statistics surrounding child abuse survivors, but this is a good starting point to educating yourself around the situation nationwide.
Even though I’m a day late, yesterday marked the first day of Child Abuse Prevention month. Every year, April is a time to bring awareness to the situation and help educate communities on signs of abuse, and steps to take.
The first thing to do is to help spread the word. This is a national month long about, but it’s seldom represented in comparison to other causes. After all, the first step in any situation is make sure individuals are aware of it.
Ways We Look To You To Help Spread The Word
https://www.childwelfare.gov/topics/preventing/preventionmonth/?hasBeenRedirected=1
http://www.nctsn.org/resources/public-awareness/national-child-abuse-prevention-month
Never give up on whatever is weighing on you. Everybody, I mean everybody, has a story. No matter how tragic yours might be, make it yours, and don’t let it end you to the World. Make your broken self the most beautiful gift you can give on the World, and don’t let the terrible things that have or happen to you, be what makes you.
Survivors of Child Abuse come from all parts of the world and society. Child abuse is one of the few crimes that knows no socioeconomic grounds. You may have come from a poor family, your parents could’ve been rich, you could be a any race, and your parents can show any amount of involvement in your life…but you could still be a victim of abuse.
While some are taken frohttps://wordpress.com/post/m their homes and put in foster care, many are left in the same households that they fear. Even those that are placed in foster care, many are not guaranteed a home. Knowing this, it makes sense that many survivors of abuse are led to make poor decisions…not only do they need to do what’s important to survive…but the system has, without a doubt, failed them.
Speaking out, for survivors and victims, is an important part of the No Longer Silenced Movement, and becoming the “home” that many survivors don’t have is a blessing. We want to be here for you, we want to be your shoulder to cry on, and we will always be present for when you need to reach out.
Helping others gives us strength, and it could do the same for you. If you’re interested in helping out the No Longer Silenced Movement as an Intern, please email Hurricane1751@gmail.com. If you’re able to become a foster parent, I encourage you to do so. Those in homes need a voice, and those in foster care, need a loving home. For more information about fostering, please visit nationalfostercare.org. Most importantly, don’t forget, we’re always here if you need it.
Right now, I’m trying to compile resources together and I’d love to get your help! Nicolette has been great providing resources and I just wanted to reach out to see if anyone might have first hand, or know of somebody who’ve had first hand experience in aging out of foster care.
I’d love to meet people, and talk to them, who’ve experienced what i was like to not be officially adopted prior to turning 18. Thank you for your help and support of the No Longer Silenced Movement. If you check out our facebook, you can see the great posts that Nicolette has been putting up while she’s been working hard in Graduate school.
Also, if you have any interest in writing for the No Longer Silenced Movement, please reach out via wordpress, twitter, email, or facebook. We’re looking for some writing interns to help us reach out and help as many child abuse survivors as possible.
Thank you all for your incredible support.
This story is by a guest writer, that we would like to keep anonymous.
My story may be familiar to some of you who are reading it or completely foreign to others, I am a high school drop out. There is a certain stigma associated with being a high school drop out. Some people will say we are stupid, worthless, and that we are going nowhere in life. While the decision I made to drop out of high school seemed like the only option at the time, it is one I have truly regretted for a very long time. However, I no longer have regrets or self-pity. The choice was mine to make, but it was not a choice that defined me as a person. This is my story.
Growing up, I came from a poor family. Most people in my family dropped out of high school. From my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, most of them never finished high school. As a result of this, my parents held low-income jobs. There were times that our power got shut off, there wasn’t much food in the fridge, and there was never much at Christmas. While my childhood was mostly ok by emotional standards, the financial standards were less than favorable.
While attending school, I was very active in different sports and clubs. I was a cheerleader and on the student council. I was a very upbeat and social person that enjoyed spending time with my friends. However, this is when the unraveling began. My parents got divorced when I was 16-years old. My Mother had been setting up plans to divorce my Father for several years prior to the actual day she left. When I was in middle school she took me to see some apartments with her. For several years previous to this, she also set up plans for us to see a male friend of hers out of town periodically, all while reminding me not to tell my Father. After these awkward encounters, I harbored a huge amount of guilt and feelings of remorse that I had no control over.
After my Mother left when I was 16, it was just my Father and I in an empty house, and my depression began to set it. My Father was in a depressive state because his wife had left him and I felt as if I contributed to his feelings of sadness because I did not speak up and say anything to him about the man my Mother was taking me to see. Looking at my Father, I felt that I betrayed him and caused him a huge amount of sadness. My depression worsened and I was prescribed medication.
As I wrestled with these feelings of what I felt that I had done, my depression worsened to the point where I tried to commit suicide. I was hospitalized and treated at a youth facility where I completed a program for depression. When I was released, I found out people in my high school were spreading horrible rumors about me and I began to become more depressed and developed intense anxiety. Finally, after all the rumors, the giggles, and the staring, I decided that I could not handle the walls of my high school and I decided to drop out at 18 years old, with only one semester left of my high school career. Even though my family tried to convince me otherwise, there was no way that I was going back to school.
After dropping out of high school, I started partying intensely and hanging out with people that I should not have been. Fortunately, my sister offered to let me come live with her in another city so I could start fresh. The stipulations that she had were that I get my GED and find a job. Finally, after getting a good retail job and obtaining my GED, I felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I was happy because I had a wonderful support system with my sister and her family and I felt like I was talking care of myself. My sister then pushed me to pursue college because she knew I could make something of myself.
When I moved away for college, I found new opportunities and great friends. Unfortunately the freedom and the extra student loan money got the best of me and I was now a college dropout. At 18, I simply was not mature enough to attend classes because I was too busy being social and having fun. I did however, learn the hard way that life is not easy on your own. After having a part-time retail job, I found myself working full-time in a call center second shift.
The depression began to sink in because I felt like I wasn’t doing anything with my life and I felt very disconnected from the world and my family. At the age of 19, I found myself back into psychiatric treatments staying in-patient and in group therapy. This is where I really learned valuable coping skills and decided that I did not want to live a depressed life anymore. I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage, but I wanted to change and become a more positive, less depressed person.
My life completely changed when I met my now-husband. He comes from a very tight-knit family. His parents were very good to me and let me move in with them and they started to feel like family. With the support of my husband, he pushed me to go back to school. The night before I started m first math class, I bawled my eyes out because I thought I was going to fail. The funny thing is, I aced that class, along with every other subsequent math class that I have taken.
My life did a complete 180. I went from being someone who got poor grades in high school to becoming a woman who made the Dean’s list every semester in college. With every class, there were many challenges but the rewards were huge. Through this college experience, I have gained so much confidence and happiness within myself that I never thought was possible. Overcoming the obstacles of remedial math and science classes and being another poverty student statistic, were extremely hard obstacles for me to overcome. The self-doubt I also carried within myself was also another huge hurdle for me to cross over.
But, I made it. Now I can finally say, at the age of 25, I proved the statistics wrong. Mostly, I am finally happy with myself. Sure, I still battle depression but I have learned that there are ways to manage these feelings. The biggest thing I have learned is that we really can do whatever we put our minds to. I am forever grateful for the opportunity to attend college and have a chance to change my life around. What is important in life is how we go forward after we make a mistake. I truly regretted dropping out of high school and college but I found the motivation within myself to go back and face my fears. Now, I am happier than ever and will never have to face poverty again.
As a survivor, you can change the world. You can motivate people again and again, and encourage them to do good with their lives. Survivors can do phenomenal work, but that’s not enough for the World. It cannot just be survivors who care. It cannot just be loved ones of victims. We need all the help we can get, including people outside of the tragedy that is Child Abuse.
According to statistics provided by childhelp.org, 4-7 children die each day to child abuse. While all child deaths are tragic, we hear about children dying in hot cars, averaging a few dozen a year, when child abuse loses 1,460-2,555 a year, yet they never make national news. We need to care more, and we cannot do it alone
You deserve to be able to tell your story, but that doesn’t mean you have to let everyone know all details of the darkest parts of your past until you’re ready. When you’re reading a book, you only read a chapter at a time, and your story can be shared in increments too.
It is not easy to overcome silence, or simple to get over fear. If you’re not ready, don’t think you can’t talk to us, until you’re ready to tell us anything. Always remember, we’re here to help you as much as you want to be helped, and we’re here to make you comfortable talking your past and attain the resources you need to grow from surviving abuse.
You can contact us on our blog anytime, we’d love to hear from you. If this isn’t private enough for you, here is out webstie:
nolongersilencedmovement.com which has a private contact forum.
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