In my own words...

Children learn what they live...

2011-03-07T01:27:00.001-08:00

CHILDREN LEARN WHAT THEY LIVE

Dorothy Law Nolte

If a child lives with criticism,

he learns to condemn.

If a child lives with hostility,

he learns to fight.

If a child lives with fear,

he learns to be apprehensive.

If a child lives with pity,

he learns to feel sorry for himself.

If a child lives with ridicule,

he learns to be shy.

If a child lives with jealousy,

he learns what envy is.

If a child lives with shame,

he learns to feel guilty.

If a child lives with encouragement,

he learns to be confident.

If a child lives with tolerance,

he learns to be patient.

If a child lives with praise,

he learns to be appreciative.

If a child lives with acceptance,

he learns to love.

If a child lives with approval,

he learns to like himself.

If a child lives with recognition,

he learns that it is good to have a goal.

If a child lives with sharing,

he learns about generosity.

If a child lives with honesty and fairness,

he learns what truth and justice are.

If a child lives with security,

he learns to have faith in himself and in those about him.

If a child lives with friendliness,

he learns that the world is a nice place in which to live.

If you live with serenity,

your child will live with peace of mind.

With what is your child living?

Happy

2011-03-07T01:25:00.003-08:00

This is AWESOME ... something we should all remember. A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window. I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.' 'That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged .. it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away.. Just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing. 'Remember the five simple rules to be happy: 1. Free your heart from hatred. 2. Free your mind from worries. 3. Live simply. 4. Give more. 5. Expect less.

Why Indeed!

2011-03-07T01:24:00.001-08:00

Why indeed,
I ask why??? nobody knows
The inner torment grows,& grows.
No answers. no clues,
Try walking a mile in my shoes.
Where does it take me,when does it end?
I only want my heart, & soul to mend.
The little girl within has learned to cry,
A piece of me has begun to die.
I'm hoping it's all the torment, Im staring to lose
I want a life, it's what I chose!
No one ever asks to be abused.

Hurt

2011-03-07T01:23:00.003-08:00

Misplaced anger misplaced fear
On & on another year.
Here it comes there it goes
Oops masks slipped I've let it show.
So much sorrow so much pain
It's enough to drive a child insane
How I made it,I'll never know
Now my inner child is beginning to grow.
I've realised now I'm not to blame.
Ill no longer hide my past with shame.

Irrespective

2011-03-07T01:23:00.001-08:00

Irrespective of highs & lows
Doesn't matter energy grows
Positive... Negative doesn't matter much
You have to remain outwith it's clutch
Create your own, remain the same
Then your actions, are your own to blame

Surviving

2011-03-07T01:22:00.000-08:00

Twisting fingers, stomach aches
Inner torment you can't mistake.
There's no. Escape nowhere to hide
Head is hurting from what's inside.
Where's the switch to turn it all off
You're the forgotten child let them scoff.
You were left to rot under filed & forgotten
They all expected you to be dead & rotten.
You survived & are trying to make It through
The least they could do is say sorry to you.
I'm proud of the child that done so well
Let them all rot in hell,
Don't let them win don't let it blow
Keep going & let the inner child grow.
Nurture her wisely & look after you
To yourself you should always be true

Lizzie Velasquez

2010-06-30T12:41:00.000-07:00

Lizzie Velasquez

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2010-06-30T05:26:00.000-07:00

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Life & the freeing of child abusers.

2010-02-03T12:41:00.001-08:00

Life’s never been easy I’ve never looked for pity but a bit of a break would have made it worth living I am trying my best to keep my head above water. I have tried to get justice I tried to get heard there’s no one to listen they are watching the living dead. I have had enough don’t want to live anymore, I thought my broken heart would stop being sore. It just seems relentless it just never stops I only want love that’s where the buck stops I want someone to see the 12 year old girl that opened her heart to share with the world. I got hurt again and ran away. Was made to shut up and go back there to stay. The spirit I had left was blown out like a candle. My soul was destroyed the day I stood there tears falling from my eyes as I stared at my shoes I couldn’t comprehend why I didn’t matter. I feel now looking back that poor child that girl. Who wants to know now the answer is still no one did then and they never will I called myself filed and forgotten as my story was written aged 12 and stored away much like my memories to be reached another day. Files missing lost and forgotten like part of my brain left on a shelf but where I am now I will never find as its gone forever burned deep inside. I have lost so much of me I don’t know who I am my parents were alcoholics who didn’t give a damn but what worried me more was I told the system. They tortured me more then forced us back to live together the poor broken child was tossed in the river. I can’t reach her I’ve lost her for good she stood in the dark holding on as long as she could. I’m sorry to sound bitter but I have tried so many doors it does get tiresome my knuckles are raw. I have spoken to many they all say the same we are starting to listen times will change. I have had enough I want out the other side I want to find out if its where my 12 year old lost me has gone to live I want her back as I wanted her then she deserves a life like everyone else. I tried so many times to have her wee voice heard it’s too tough now my body and mind have become one they’re both crumbling in tune and I cannot go on. I held onto me during all the darkest times. I held onto hope mixed with a little faith. I think I gave all and a little more I have nothing left and I want to give more. Her fingers have slipped I can no longer find her the inner Childs gone I have nothing to save I have done my best I learned to build websites whilst lying unwell here inside my own private hell. I have tried to fight a road often travelled whilst sitting around me my family watch me unravel. They don’t realise they are busy living I can’t blame them as life’s for living. I wanted my operation and to be a piece of me whole I’m lying with broken body and broken soul. I cannot concentrate on TV radio or books the medication I’m on leaves me feeling so lost as even my laptops too heavy for me now. I am slipping so slowly I can see in slow motion my finger marks as I slip into the ocean I am stuck in my bed now staring at the same 4 walls my inner child echoes and calls I wish I could get up I would just keep running but when running stops it just stops running so here I’m sat with lost lonely me my broken body and mind make it 3. I want my body to be free from all the pain and my head to stop running lost like a train. I want to be left free to think without hurting and for system to give justice to victims and make them survivors. Stop creating more and stop the abuse from the ongoing train wreck it is as they are trying to free the wrong people again I see I want freedom so please stop and look at me... learn what you did you broke me.

LUSTMORD: Black X Mass

2010-01-25T07:44:00.000-08:00

LUSTMORD: Black X Mass

RowingAgainstSlavery: We Can End Slavery

2010-01-21T04:58:00.000-08:00

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Silence The Shame!

2010-01-20T13:20:00.000-08:00

Silence The Shame!

For Cory's Sake

2010-01-20T13:17:00.001-08:00

For Cory's Sake

2010-01-20T13:17:00.000-08:00

For Cory's Sake

survival

2010-01-20T09:46:00.000-08:00

I have recently just started using the web whilst i have become ill I am a survivor of historic child abuse. I have recently had a book published called "I forgive you daddy". I have now set up my own website called I forgive you daddy http://iforgiveyoudaddy.co.uk/ I am trying my best to reach out to fellow survivors and make it loud and clear to everyone they have a voice, and please find any way possible to make it heard. We have been swept under the carpet for too many years as guilty little secrets, I for 1 am taking no more of it I refuse to feel ashamed for what happened to me as a child. Guilt or shame can only be apportioned to someone who has done something wrong or by someone who is willing to alllow people to force it upon them. I for one will not allow anyone to bully me to stay silent any more. I am willing to help anyone that is afraid to stand up to their abusers. We all have rights so please stop hurting yourself and learn to love yourself & live.