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The idea I'm leaning towards for my essay is child abuse and the effects it has on them as they grow into adults. Children who have been sexually abused in one form or another have many issues growing up. They believe it is their fault, that no one will believe them, and that they are an easy, weak target. Once this happens to a child their self esteem goes into the dirt. An adverse, but common, effect is that the child will completely black the whole scenario out of their mind. They will be in complete d.e.n.i.a.l (Don't even know i am lying) Either way... As they mature they start to fall into the wrong crowds, they try drugs as a short escape and easily become addicted. They will go from the perfect church going child to a fucked up angry teenager, and no one will understand. It's a slow process but it ultimately haunts the child forever. Even after blacking it out they still have the nightmares, still blame themselves, and question why this "God" would ever let someone do this to them. These children, now adults, have difficult times developing intimate relationships with other. They can't let themselves be vulnerable to another because the results can be all too tragic to go through again. What is most sad about the issue is that they are not honest with someone, even if they love them, because they've already been sexually abused, think very low of themselves, and the thought of being emotionally torn apart is all too much to bear, to even think about. To completely give yourself to someone, your deepest, darkest secrets, fears, and fantasies is to leave yourself wide open, to stand in front of a southpaw, vulnerable and defenceless as they throw all their weight into a left hook. These children have already been devistated physically but to be taken apart by someone they care about is not an option. Unfortunately most of these kids grow up feeling like an empty shell, a hollow human being, acting out becuase they think they are just another criminal to society. These children go from broken homes to TDC, and to them, there is no future, just a couple calenders before they can get out, and go right back in. It's a lifestyle to them, and in some sick, twisted, beautiful and uncomprendable way, they love it. They are addicted to chaos. There is hope, there is another way. We just need to believe. We need to want to want change, to make the decision to give ourselves to our God so that he may build and mold us into a person to do his bidding.


That's all i have for right now.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.