donderdag 14 januari 2010

Growing into life

I am not here to tell you how sad my life might have been, I am telling you the truth and one of the reasons some things mean so much to me. You see, it dawned on me, that I really have issues becoming old, and fears of missing out on life, because I hardly had any time to be young. In a way, I am less experienced as it comes to things almost everyone experiences. I don't know about those things. I missed out so much because it was taken from me. And now my real age says I am 28 and should be a responsible adult, the thing I had to be almost my entire life.

I think I only really lived for 5 years or so of my life, in a way I am a 5 year old with sagging tits, wrinkles and bones that crack when I get up in the morning. And I might still be pretty, I might still be happy with my life, but I wish I felt it 10 years ago as well. A beautiful 18 year old, with a size 6, who believed she was fat and unworthy of life. That felt like she can't connect with the people around her, because she did not get it, did not get her.

That was just one of those things that sexual abuse does to you. And now it is one of the reasons, the many many reasons, I fight so hard for those kids. It's precious gift, Innocence, that should be treasured and hold softly but tightly like the delicate flower it is. Kids don't grow experienced by coming to be adults sooner, they miss out on so much of life instead…. They should enjoying themselves.

That's why I go into this, guns blazing. Why the hell should we be political correct on this matter, when being p.c. about this brings us nothing. We need to be insensitive, we need to be harsh and loud and roaring and be a team. We have to scream: No we don't accept this. No you can't fuck my children, you fucking pedovile!

NO! NO! NO! NO!
We don't accept pedoviles!

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