Mental Health Awareness?

  This is Mental Health awareness month.  I’m here to tell you a bit of my story.  My story is one of many.  Children die every day from the likes of what I suffered, and if they survive?  Well, they turn out like me.  My difficulties are not biological or of character flaws.  My neurophysiology... Continue Reading →

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बाल दुर्व्यवहार: एक वॉक डाउन मेमोरी लेन

  अधिकांश मुझे अपने सामाजिक मुद्दों से निपटने के लिए जानते हैं यह एक टोल ले सकता है दुनिया के साथ जो गलत है उसके साथ घूमना भयानक हो सकता है मुझे कुछ पता चल गया है कि मैं नहीं जानना चाहता हूं। हां, इयान वेनबर्ग- कोई न्याय नहीं है आप सही हैं, लेकिन इसका... Continue Reading →

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Abuso Infantil: Un Paseo por la Memoria

  La mayoría me conoce por mi abordaje de asuntos sociales. Esto puede tomar un peaje. Mucking alrededor con qué está mal con el mundo puede ser horrible. Encontré cosas que no quiero saber. Sí, Ian Weinberg, no hay justicia. Tienes razón, pero eso no significa que me lleve ese hecho acostado. Voy a gritar y gritar... Continue Reading →

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Child Abuse Again

Most know me for my tackling of social issues. This can take a toll. Mucking around with what’s wrong with the world can be horrific. I find things out I don’t want to know. Yes, Ian Weinberg—there is no justice. You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I’ll take that fact lying down. I’ll scream and holler... Continue Reading →

Pestillo-llave Ninos

Era un chico latchkey. Para aquellos de ustedes que no saben lo que es esto, es un niño que tiene una llave para entrar en una casa cuando los padres están trabajando. Nadie está allí cuando llegan a casa de la escuela. Arthur era un niño dulce. Quería reunirlo y apretarlo hasta la muerte. Tenía... Continue Reading →

Latch-key Kids

  He was a latchkey kid. For those of you who don’t know what this is, it’s a kid who has a key to get into a home when parents are working. No one is there when they get home from school. Arthur was a sweet child. I wanted to gather him up and squeeze him to death. He was... Continue Reading →

Touch

Writing became a perfect medium for me to define trauma in my own way.  Oftentimes, I didn't even know I was writing about trauma--just sharing a story or poem.  Below provides worded images of self-healing, I believe...

Baby Doe Child Abuse

  This is a difficult piece for me. I remind myself every day that five children in the US will die today. Baby Doe already had her deathday. She is, for me, a poster-child for what happens when we deny the incredulous—parents and caretakers kill and traffic their children. Another face that haunts me is... Continue Reading →

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