tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392331464598318076.post1979085193136030675..comments2012-12-08T01:53:45.002-08:00Comments on Diaries of Abused Women: Diary Page #1Abused Women Diarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07123982929014420448noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392331464598318076.post-57443944988109430722012-12-08T01:53:45.002-08:002012-12-08T01:53:45.002-08:00 “Counselor escapes batterer, founds organization ... “Counselor escapes batterer, founds organization to help others”. This tittle right here found on Diversity at Work pretty much explains my dreams and my ambitions. Before I tell you my story of finding happiness’s and truly loving myself for me, let me tell you about my obstacles that where once so rocky, that lead me to the path where I stand today. For most children ranging from the ages of five to twelve they live a pretty simple live with not a worry in the world, they go to school, learn to read, write, ride a bike, and make friends. Well not for me, from age’s five to twelve I lived in a complete battlefield and not a soul in the world knew my secret. As a child I was bullied a lot, and for most children bullying is a crisis, but for me being in a surrounding where I got bullied by students and peers was actually better than my home life.<br /> My surroundings of my home life was gorgeous, and we even painted this imagine that we were a “normal” upper middle class family but the secret was my father was alcoholic and speed addict and not a nice one to be exact. My household would run in a normal fashion from the time I went to school to the time I went to bad but every morning around the time of 2 to 3 am the battle would began. My father when he would come home from the bars made it a point every night to wake my mother and me up to verbally and physically abuse us. It was a continuous cycle daily but that is all I knew from the ages of five to twelve, until my life changed one day.<br /> My dream had finally come true Social Services came to the rescue. I don’t know how many children pray to be taken away or to be put in the system but for me it was an escape, an escape worth taken. You see Social service’s has always been in my life, but what made a difference was I called them at age twelve pleading for them to take me away. That one phone call to child services made a huge difference in my entire life, and I was finally protected; what I always wanted.<br /> I often think back to the day when I made that phone call, and think WOW I was a tough, strong, and motivated young girl. My abilities and what I have gone through as a child have motivated me externally and internally to study hard and earn a PHD in psychology, to help those who have been battered, as well deal with the psychological aftermath. My secret is no longer a secret, and I feel telling my story and wanting to help those who have walked in my shoes only makes me strive more. <br />Just telling my story, you should be proud you want make to school and that you are survivor. <br />http://streetsmart.diversityjobs.com/nonprofit-director-counselor/<br />lulu4uu22https://www.blogger.com/profile/13724826758576936401noreply@blogger.com