It's Sunday at 9:09 a.m.. I am deeply troubled by the alarming statistics I just read concerning child abuse. The subject stirs my emotions. Yesterday while fishing with my son I recieved a call. The caller let me know that one of my sisters had placed two of her children in foster care and the oldest of the three was placed in a juvenile detention center. Upon hearing this news I looked at my son and thought how thankful I am to be able to spend time with him. I could've left and not come back, but I need to be in his life. He needs me. They all need me. I stuck it out for me and my family. I've been counting my blessings. I had to stop because I couldn't count that high. Do you hear me? I hope so. I have three wonderful children who are all special and unique in their own way. I get the enjoyment of watching them grow and develop into who they will someday be. This cycle of abandonment, abuse and neglect has to stop. It's real. It's in my family and your family. My sister has an addiction that has taken over her mind, body, soul and will. It has blinded her perception. She needs help.
My sister told my wife that I would understand why she did what she did. Well, I'm sorry, but I don't. Many oppurtunities could've been seized in getting help. No!, it's not too late. No! I haven't written her off or pulled the plug. I'm not the doctor.
My mother gave up all four of her children. One by one we were seperated. I have long since forgiven her and I love my mother. I have grown distant from my siblings and my mother due the fact that we never bonded as children. When I lived with my father I sometimes felt like an only child who longed for a brother or sister, but that was not possible. I wanted and needed a family. As a child I had no voice. I lived in fear of what might happen to me if I spoke up.
Triggers go off around me like landmines and I have one less thing to carry. My load is getting lighter.
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