Since this week,i've been posting my entries mostly on personal matters.Thus,today i shall touch on a global issue.If you're aren't into this kind of subject,you'll be drowned with immerse boredom.

You must be wondering,why in the name am i doing so?Cause I'm reading the book called-My story by Dave Pelzer.This is the trilogy of the No.1 bestseller of the books'A Child called 'it'.'The lost Boy' and 'A Man Named Dave'.I'm sure you'd have heard of it.

Now,Not that i do not know the importance of bringing up a child in a proper way,these few days made me realise even more how shit lucky i am not to be born in 'The House' where his mother was high on booze and had repeatedly abused him in anyway unimaginable.There are 'daily games' which he had to play to determine whether he has food for the entire day.Sometimes he won and the reward?-A few scraps of bones/meat from his brothers living above him as the basement has become his new bedroom.

The thing that really got me upset was that she treated dave like a damn slave,like someone whom have been cursed that their next few years as a kid would be a living hell.He wasn't treated like a human and was worse of than the dogs.

There were too many abuse being told in the story that I was so intensely emotional,times when his mother would just grabbed him by the neck and slammed him on the stove and pressing his face on the naked flame when he can smell his burnt skin.How his mother smeared soiled diapers on his face and made him eat it.Or where they had their 'bathroom games' in which his mother gassed him in the room almost killing him.There were also time when he had been a 'bad boy'.Mother would asked him to swallow ammonia and suffocating him.These are just one of the many many games that dave had to endured.Fortunately,school was the only place that he could actually be safe from his mother but was constantly taunted by the boys/girls in school.

Weekends for him are the worse because his mother would constantly whip him out for no apparent reason.It was the weekend that his mother could do even more 'creative treatment' on him as he had no way to escape from her.When i read how he tried escaping but failed and believing that it was impossible to stay alive,longing for the love thaT his mother had given him before alcholism took control of her.It was really sad and demeaning for the little dave.Up till now,neither him nor i couldn't understand why he was arrowed for such dreadful beatings.

Lucky for him,his nurse/teacher reported the abuse and was taken to a foster care and eventually made him a much bigger person on the inside and that he was a stronger man after surviving the darkest period in his life.I really salute him for his bravery and the independence that he had.

I'm not going to type everything that i read but it's somehow quite scary to even think about it.I can't imagine it happening at the place where i call home,where i'm supposed to be protected by the very person whom had conceived me.I kept reading and asked myself,who in the world gave them permission to do as they please.Punishment for a child has a limit and eating soiled diapers had definitely crossed the the line.
Of course,that happened in the 18th Century but that doesn't stop many child abuse that still continue away from the public eye.Without help from the social worker,they are normally beaten to death.Of course,this is S'pore and kids these days are realy verbal and i'm sure if any crazed parent ty doing something funny.I'm sure we'll fight back.

So,since i'm blogging and i provide an eye to people who are not as educated on the seriousness on this.I might as well take this chance to blog about it.
Anyway here are hotlines that might help :

S'pore
1800-258 6378(Min. of Community development of development,youth and sports)(prev,typo-error)
or just frigging DIAL 999

U.S.A
(800) 678-9399
1-800-342-3720(Statewide)

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