The topic of this blog is child abuse. The reason I chose this topic is because I feel very strongly about this topic and wish to someday stop it in its tracks. Child abuse is horrid and disgusting. I can’t even begin to comprehend why the abusers do this sort of thing. No child deserves to have this done to them. I have viewpoints from two different abused children.
Child abuse hurts not only the child, but their siblings, their friends, and even people who don’t know the child can still be hurt by the stories of their past or present.
This is a passage from the book A Child Called It, a true story written by Dave Pelzer:
“Dave was washing the dishes, hoping he could get done quick enough to avoid his mother's rage and to have the opportunity to eat some breakfast. Although he does not do the former, Dave was allowed the leftovers of his brother's cereal. Mother drove Dave to school today, although she normally forced him to run. At school, Dave was called to the nurse's office so she could inventory his injuries, a routine they have every day.”
The author’s purpose is to inform the general audience about his past experiences and how horrid child abuse can be, and the effects it has later on in life, if you even live through the abuse. I know this because he is says what his mother did to him, like how when he didn’t do the dishes on time, she stabbed him in the stomach with a knife, which informs the readers of how abusive she really was. This story has a lot of slant, mostly because child abuse is not good, and anyone who says otherwise is either crazy, or an abuser. Also, because he was the victim of all the abuse, he can’t have any good outlooks on abuse. There is no conflicting evidence, other than the fact that he explains what his mother says to him as to why she does it.
I know this information is accurate because a publisher would have had to sign it off as real. Also, you can go on Google and look up him, his brothers, his father, and even his mother and get the same information. I believe the author’s viewpoint is that child abuse is really horrid, and that the abusers are just as bad. I know this because in his book, he called his mother a bitch, and said he wished he could get out of this living hell.
This is a poem written by a formerly abused child named Bobby, from a blog/website dedicated to abuse stories/poems written by abused kids.
My name is Bobby; although you never hear me speak, I’ve lots to say. Even though you never see me smile, Deep inside I’m still your child. Although you don’t know my name, I breathe in and out just the same. This game you play, I don’t know the rules, I go to school, and I try to be, the child you dream.
One foot forward and two steps back, you did it wrong now take that slap. Get off the floor you silly fool; Go cry your tears into Winnie the Pooh. You have no choice, you are my child, and no one cares if you live or die. Don’t say a word, don’t tell a soul. You must be so good; they’ll think you’re made of gold. Did you play this with your dad? You were his only son. Why are you so mad? Why do you make me run? I lie beneath my bed; the pillow no longer drowns the dread. What made you so mad? You only hit me once yet I feel so sad. I’m in my room upon my knees, hoping that you will see, the hurting child inside of me. I’m praying that lightening will strike; will I die before the morning light? I don’t want to play this game, I don’t know the rules, I don’t want to play your stupid game no more. Take away the board, smash it on the floor, Daddy won’t you let me know the way, to play this game you play, I’ll learn the rules someday, I promise if you let me run away… (Whispered) I won’t say a word, I won’t tell a soul, I will be so good; you’ll think I’m made of gold.(Whispered lower) …
I think the author’s purpose is to persuade his father to stop abusing him. I know this because he’s telling his dad that he doesn’t want to play the “game” anymore, asking him to see the hurting child inside.
This poem definitely has a slant to it, mostly because he has been abused physically and mentally. This means he is very against it.
There is also no conflicting evidence because he only feels a certain way about abuse. There is no reason to say that abuse can be good in some ways, because its not. The only conflicting evidence you could possibly get would be from the father himself.
I believe this information is accurate because the site looks very reliable, with many sources to other abuse sites. Also it is poems from real abused children. No one would be able to write so deeply and passionately about abuse if they weren’t abused.
The author’s viewpoint is that abuse is bad and that his father and any other abuser should stop. I also share that belief very strongly.
