… is not as easy as it seems.
When most people see or hear of an abused child, they think “They should get help,” or, “They have to tell someone.” It’s natural, because ever since we were young, we have had individuals to tell our problems to, like our parents and friends. We’ve had people to protect us in times of crisis and danger, like the police, who are only a phone call away at any given time. The right thing to do is to get help, to find a way out, to escape the harm, the hurt, or the suffering.
But what if you can’t?
I have a confession to make: I’m a victim of child abuse. There. I’ve said it. This post itself is inspired by something my mom said to me today, something that probably isn’t polite and actually is downright mean. However, even though she’s yelled at me and hurt me since I was a toddler, I refuse to get help or contact an authority.
Call me a hypocrite, I deserve it. I would call myself a hypocrite. If any other person was in my situation, I would immediately urge them to get help – and if they refused, I would do it for them. Here’s the number, by the way, if you are a victim of child abuse or know someone who is: 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453). Call the number if need be, please. Ignore what I said earlier, just call.
Have you ever wanted to tell someone something, but couldn’t find the words the articulate it? Have you ever wished that you could reveal a secret, but was unsure of the possible consequences? Those are some of the things that run through my mind every day, and I’m sure they affect others, too.
Here are some of the reasons why I don’t get help, even when I know I should:
– I doubt people would believe me. I’m a fifteen-year-old male, nearing sixteen (in six days). I should be able to stand up for myself, right? But I don’t. I don’t have any physical scars to show, either – just broken self-esteem and a plethora of personal issues.
– How would it affect others people besides me? My mom does a lot of things around the house, like taking me to places for school or sports, getting groceries, etc. Although the majority of my family has received abusive treatment from her, realistically, we would have trouble functioning without her (we would be a lot happier, though).
– There are people who have it worse. Much, much worse. Why should I get help when there are children starving in the streets or entire communities destroyed by natural disasters?
I’m so conflicted. What I’m trying to communicate with writing this post is that even though a person may be physically capable of seeking protection, they may not be capable for other reasons, whether it be moral, emotional, etc. So please, get help for them.
Also, let me reiterate to those who might be suffering from child abuse right now – get help. I know it’s hard, trust me, I do. And despite the reasons I listed above, I do talk to people. Mainly my closest friends, who are so supportive that I honestly wonder where I would be today if it weren’t for their compassion and understanding. Talking to them helps a lot. If you can find anyone to talk to, like a teacher, coach, a friend’s parent, etc. I highly recommend it.
If you don’t have anyone in your life you feel like you can talk to, you can always call this number: 1-800-422-4453. And if you’re not up for that, I’m right here – just leave a comment or contact me privately via my contact information page – I promise I’ll respond asap.
Not the funnest thing to read, but an important message to share. Writing this post alleviated some of my own stress as well, which is one of the reasons I love blogging. Most likely back to books or pop next time around, have a great one and stay safe until then. (: