child abuse ( humorous essay)

Tell Me what you think, p.s these views are not my  own

Child Abuse made me the way I am, I’m successful, so it is good thing.

                Society claims that child abuse is detrimental, to the child’s psyche and wellbeing.   But, is it really? Child abuse is defined as the physical, sexual, emotional mistreatment or neglect of a child.   I believe that child abuse only strengthens the child,  and prepares them for the real world.   What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger, as the saying goes.

I attended a Christian Academy until the tenth grade, while attending that, thrice accursed school, for the majority of my life, I began to hate all things Christian, and all things society deemed as “good” or “proper.”   In the academy, the teachers, and officials held all things society, and the school thought of as “bad” or “evil” right in front of our eyes, but just out of our reach. I and one other fell in love with the unattainable, and whatever was thought of as bad.

   In tenth grade I started attending public school, where all things originally thought as unattainable, suddenly became within my reach.   And so began the downwards spiral into my success.   All that I am today is all due to the abuse I received as a child, including the bullying, my peers, suffered unto me.  

Child abuse is just a juxtaposition of events that in the end helps children all over the world. By learning to bear with the pain, children are learning a lifelong lesson.   Never trust anyone, other than yourself, and how to grin and bear it, or to live without thinking much on abuse.   I learnt this lesson, the hard way, and at a young age my next door neighbour, sexually abused me many times, before my parents noticed what was happening.   My naivety died then and has stayed dead.   My eyes were finally opened to the reality of the world, and I overcame my weakness, I was no longer an insufferable weakling in the world.   In a way, I am grateful to the neighbour whom in my childhood abused me. If not for my neighbour I would not be the person I am today, that is, I would not be rich and successful.

The afore mentioned lessons are important, and one’s I have taken to heart.   Only a select few of my closest friends, of the few friends I have, know all that there is to know about me, and I trust them to keep quiet on my secrets, and to not sell them to the highest bidder.   This is another lesson, which children whom are abused learn, they learn whom to trust and whom not to trust.    It is a harsh lesson, which usually is filled with mistakes, but after it all is said and done, the child learns, and adapts.  

Children who are abused learn at an early age that the world is not all sunshine, and rainbows, as children whom don’t grow up being abused, rarely learn until much later in their life.    Making those children overly naïve, and unknowing of the true harshness of the “real” world.   Being abused frees children from weakness, and makes them more mature, than the other children.   Being more mature, the children, can learn better and quicker, and be less of a bother to the rest of the world.   Being abused increases a child’s learning skills, and increases their intelligence, don’t all parents want their children to be smart.

I know that, for one, I, if I ever had children that lived past the fetus stage, would want my child to succeed in their academic studies, and be successful in life, like I am currently.   I would not wish being an onerous weakling on anyone, especially not my own child.   Having a weak insignificant child would be a kick in the face, and to say the least, shameful.