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Category Archives: Abuse
My Body Belongs to Me
0The little girl with her thin blond hair sat on the cold wooden floor, protected by the darkness. The demon’s back glowed by the light from the moon, shiny and white, apart from some big moles that looked as if brown mud had been thrown at him.
The demon didn’t know that it was only her shell that he ravaged. He stroked her soft skin with his rough working hands. It felt like sandpaper to her sensitive skin. To survive, she had to leave her body. Leave her body from the pain and degradation, but the memories would always find their way into her subconscious.
The demon was not a fantasy. He was real! He was alive. He breathed, talked, and pledged his love. But the most important thing that he told her; it was their secret.
He was someone she knew. She had been taught to never follow strangers, only to trust them she knew. And so she did.
Always talk to young children and teach them the differences between, “good touching, bad touching and secret touching.” But also for them to say “Stop! Its my body!” from relatives, to friends, to strangers……..no one.
That’s Amore!
In Difficult Times
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The price for a woman’s freedom are very high.
When you feel like the whole world doesn’t see you, or even cares about your story.
Except for the street dog which sees you as the pure living spirit you are. No judgement. Not even looks away because it can feel uncomfortable.
Every day when She came to her spot, he showed up. The rough Street dog knew she that She always had a small plastic bag of dog treats in her fake Gucci handbag.
When a customer acted in a threatening way towards her, the stray chased the threat away.
When She jumped into a customers car, waited the Stray until She returned.
She wants a “normal “ life , however, as long as we doesn’t see her as someone’s daughter. She will never really be free.
Hope please come back to me!
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We adults are forgetting many times how it is to stay in school a whole day, in an environment that’s loud from different emotions. A school full of “beautiful souls” dragging their “home environment “ with them in their backpacks.
Hiding from whom they might be angry at, but mostly attacking the wrong person. ⭐️You are a beautiful person with a big heart. Sometimes people are mean because they want what you got inside your heart.
Stay beautiful and don’t let dark words shut your light.
Find an adult that you feel safe talking to, and that makes you feel heard. Your words should be taken seriously. That’s Amore!
The Power of Silence
0After a stressful day, nothing can make me more relaxed than sitting together with the rescue horses. Everything around me is quiet, except for their crunching meditative sounds from them eating their hay.
I breathe in the same tempo as the horses. My shoulders falls down into a relaxed position. My thoughts slows down which gives the reaction to my puls to also slow down. I am in the moment.
Here time doesn’t exist, only now. The power of now.
No spoken words. The mind got its moment to rest.
That’s Amore!
The Power from Words
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Hurtful words can follow you the rest of your life. Inside your heart and mind. Science have shown that the brain reacts the same from a fist as from a spoken hurtful word.
“Do as I tell you or….” is threats that makes you constantly live in fear. And re-living the words over and over.
Record, if you can, that can become evidence (for yourself and for authorities). Journal, to be able to see/aware of the negative cycle. Be the voice for your child and animals. If you don’t know how, ask for help. Search…..don’t give up! That’s Amore!
No to Smacks
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I bought this T shirt when I visited the big “Prevent Child Abuse” conference in North Carolina 2002.
We know that frustration and fear can often grow into abusive behavior. Verbally and physically.
It gives me the chill when I hear people defending their actions smacking a child (or women) It gives me the chill when I see riders using unnecessary whips smacking (and that makes them many times pull one rein, horse bit yank). “Use your legs!” I want to shout.
But then I can in many cases recognize the person I know the persons family history, where yelling and hitting are common. “You do what you know!said the psychologist. What you are being taught! she continued saying — Not an excuse, however an understanding to why. Hopefully we can catch that and help the person finding other solutions.
Same goes with protection of children.
I don’t think anyone wants to be Angry and frustrated. Inner peace and harmony, are the awareness tools to stop abusing those who are not being heard. (Or seen)
That’s Amore!
Gaining Control
0“Once upon a time, a woman moved to a cave in the mountains to study with a guru. She wanted, she said, to learn everything there was to know.
The guru supplied her with stacks of books and left her alone so she could study. Every morning, the guru returned to the cave to monitor the woman’s progress. In his hand, he carried a heavy wooden cane.
Each morning, he asked her the same question: “Have you learned everything there is to know yet?” Each morning, her answer was the same. “No,” she said, “I haven’t.”
The guru would then strike her over the head with his cane. This scenario repeated itself for months. One day the guru entered the cave, asked the same question, heard the same answer, and raised his cane to hit her in the same way, but the woman grabbed the cane from the guru, stopping his assault in midair.
Relieved to end the daily batterings but fearing reprisal, the woman looked up at the guru. To her surprise, the guru smiled. “Congratulations,” he said, “you have graduated. You now know everything you need to know.” “How’s that?” the woman asked. “You have learned that you will never learn everything there is to know,” he replied
“And you have learned how to stop the pain.”
#MelodyBeattie
I Run with Maud
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🏃🏼♀️ People across the country are running 2.23 miles in honor of Ahmaud Arbery, who was shot and killed while jogging.
So did I, and, I “ran” a little extra to “honor” the silent victims/survivors that’s out there with their invisible scars.
