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My perception of Child Abuse

The following text is MY opinion of child abuse. It has not been sanctioned or is at all classed by law as abuse (as far as I know). But to me this IS abuse.
Obviously the most common abuse is sexual abuse. Common??? writing that just made my skin crawl, but its a fact, sexual abuse among infants and children is the commonest abuse.
The next is Violent abuse, as in, throwing a baby to a wall, shaking her, hitting her little head or body with your fist/ fists. Any form of "pain" is violence.
There are many many forms of abuse. But to me one that is not recognised as abuse, is when a child/ toddler/ teenager hears or sees a family member beaten or raped.
Most of these cases are the childs mother. Normally the child can only hear her mothers screaming "please stop" or "I'm sorry", then the known noises of her then being beaten.
That child goes to sleep terrified, maybe "daddy" or "uncle", have never hurt them yet, but as innocent as they are, they know it can and most probably WILL happen to them.
Some children are lucky, it never does happen to them. Maybe to their brothers or sisters, or just hopefully their mummy, but they never have a beating themselves. So that is alright isn't it??
Its not like children remember what they saw or heard is it??. Its not like they feared every single night of going to bed??, incase daddy hurts mummy again.
Its not like they get up every morning of their childhood thinking "is mummy in hospital again, and will daddy blame me??"
No that doesn't happen, does it???
No mother would put their child through that would they, of course not!
That is why there is no known abuse called "my mummy gets hit, and are we next"

I go to sleep praying it wont come,
daddy will come home with a smile on his face.
Too late, mummy didn't do his tea right,
Now begins the long nights chase.

"Please stop you'll wake the children"
mummys screams are never heard.
I go beneath my blankets again,
Trying so hard to stop my crying being heard.

Smash, crack, thump, fall,
3 hours later its over.
Mummy is on the floor again,
omg daddy please don't hurt my brother.

The night closes in,
Im so tired and want to sleep,
but I know if I do he might hurt me too,
so I lie there making no sound or peep.

Its morning now as the dawn breaks,
mummy is downstairs hiding her face.
Where is jimmy?? where is my brother??
mummy says with tears, its ok hunny hes having a brace.

2 months went by & no jimmy,
I was told today my mummy had lied.
That night jimmy went for his "brace",
my baby brother jimmy had died.

I will never forgive my mummy,
my daddy yes I can,
he cant help hurting mummy can he??
my mummy allowed it so too, jimmy can.

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