Ever since Dave Pelzer’s book “A Child Called It” hit the shelves, it seems that hundred of other people have chosen to write about their childhood/teenage experiences of abuse. I call this the Genre of Abuse.
I enjoy reading, in fact enjoy is a bit of an understatment. I have hundreds of books, I’d have so much more if I could. I’m the type of girl who checks out 10 books at a time from the library and reads them in a week. So when Dave Pelzers book came out, I thought, “ooh wonder what this is about”, read the inside cover, decided it wasn’t really my thing, but I’d give it a go anyway. I got to page 7. After that I vowed that I’d never read a book about child abuse experiences ever again.
On Wednesday I picked up a book by Toni Maguire called Don’t Tell Mummy
I read it in less than 2 hours. I was horrified, saddened, shocked, in fact I was a whole lot of things. How someone can abuse a child is beyond me. Despite not having children of my own (not yet anyway) I felt my maternal instinct kick in, I felt the need to protect the little girl in the book, I felt compelled to read on, despite how horrified I was. I decided that afternoon that I would never be able to be a social worker. I would never be able to work in child protection, I just wouldnt be able to cope. How people who work in those industries cope, I’ll never understand.
I’ll never understand how someone can turn off the images, the evidence they’ve seen and carry on with normal everyday life. I’ll never understand how someone could abuse a child and act like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I’ll never understand it. I’ll never understand how someone who has been abused can write about their experiences for the whole world to read, and last of all, I’ll never understand why people buy these books to read them.
Part of me feels that I’m being very close minded – however I just cant bring myself to read them, nor can I bring myself to explore the reasons behind why they are written and why other people choose to read them.
These books are wildly distributed, in stores, supermarkets, online, which means anyone can buy them. The book that I read, I got from my Mother In Law’s book shelf, she had it because it was given to her by a friend. This friend obtained it because it was given to him by a friend. She only gave him the book, because someone gave it to her 8 year old daughter as a birthday present. In this hand me down chain, I’m the first person to have read it, it simply went from hand to hand and then on to a shelf. However, who gives a child a book about a womans experience of child abuse? Clearly someone stupid, or just very ignorant.
8 year old girls deserve books about girls their own age, ponies, princesses, harry potter, anything else but that.
I read a lot of different blogs, in fact most of the blogs I read are what are known as “MommyBlogs”. Despite not having my own children, I enjoy reading what other “moms” deal with, the experiences they face with their own children, their own dilemas, and I know that one day my own blog will be completely restarted and I’ll be a mommy blogger too. In reading all these different blogs, I’ve yet to come across a blog about child abuse, however I imagine the subject creates such strong emotions, that it’s unlikely that I’ll ever come across a post. I doubt any mommy bloggers read my blog, but I do want to know their opinions.
I want to know if I’m the only person who feels like this, or if there are people out there who have similar feelings. If people with kids have the same reaction as people without kids, if people with maternal/paternal instinct have the same feelings as those without any maternal/paternal instinct.
thoughts people, give them to me.
What do you think on the Genre of Abuse?