Introduction

You know those awful stories you read in the paper or see on the news about horribly abused or murdered children? The ones where everyone is outraged and calls for the death sentence or to let the families have a crack at the monster that could harm a child like that? We all read up on the case and hear the sentencing and then it leaves our minds. But, do you ever think, "What ever became of the child?".
I do. It haunts me. It chills me to the core. Because I know what I have become. I know the struggles and challenges I have faced and will continue to face for the rest of my life. I will always be left
 wondering what the world may have held for me if I had not gone through what I did.
I'm not sure why I am starting this blog, but, it feels like something I had to do. For me. For the others.
You often hear the voice of the abusers, you almost never hear the children speak. I know it's not easy for people to hear. It's even harder to discuss. But, maybe if people truly understood child abuse and the impact on our entire society, we would not be so quick to turn a blind eye.
These are not just someone else's children. They are all of our children. We hold their futures in our hands. I am the product of a dropped ball. I truly believe that many people had the chance to intervene and just didn't. I am seeing cycles in my family repeat themselves and I really feel like something has to give.
Someone needs to speak up and speak out and stop covering it all up with secrets and lies. I refuse to protect child abusers any more. Even though the reasons abused children grow up to abuse or protect abusers are very complicated, it doesn't vary much from why you see someone act too harshly with their child at the market and decide it is not your business. It is all of our business.
I don't know what I am doing here. I just hope it helps me heal and ideally helps others heal and understand.