According to the National Child Abuse Coalition.org, below are two impacts of child abuse. I should know. I experienced them.
I know that I initially made very good grades in schools … and, then … I wasn’t. I remember my elementary school so much more vividly than any other grade-level. I remember the smells in the class rooms of chalk, crayons, and books. I remember sitting with schoolmates in the cafeteria, making faces … swapping foods …and, the chatter. I remember running in the playground, playing Red Rover …sharing secrets with friends … and, the laughter.
I don’t remember, however … the exact date … it stopped. I don’t remember the date I started making average grades (if that good.) I don’t remember when the school became less a place of learning, games, fun and friendships, and more of a place of solace and retreat.
I don’t remember when I stopped wanting to share … “secrets” with my friends. I can’t remember when I felt more in control, when alone. I can't remember when I started feeling inadequate or taking offense at anything someone said … and, striking back at them … often, much to their surprise. I can’t remember the date I placed an invisible shield around me.
I do remember … it wasn’t long after … the sexual abuse started.
Debbie Barth:8/01/2018 at 3:53 pm ET
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Debbie Barth is the author of The Promise Book: Tell Someone. Her goal is to aid parents who understand the necessity of talking to their children about child predators in way that doesn’t confuse or scare them.