The name of the game we played when we were all, too young to remember is: PAIN! We were socialized by pain, it was, the only STABLE thing in our lives, and no matter how bad the pains got, one thing we could count on was, that it will, NEVER stray away from our sides.
sexual abuse of chilldhood…not my photograph.
The name of the game we played is: PAIN, and as we got older, we’d all, moved this game called P-A-I-N onto the children’s playgrounds, look around, don’t you see those kids, punching at each other, beating each other up, fighting over who gets to swing on the swings, who gets to slide down that slide, or, whose turn it is, to be on the upper side of that seesaw?
the verbal kind…not my photo…
The name of the game we played is: PAIN, we were, socialized, by the excruciating painful experiences of our younger days, and, for some of us, as we got older, we never actually did, get OUT from underneath all the pains we’d been put through as children…
The name of the game we played is: PAIN, there’s, NO way anybody CAN avoid having ITS company growing up the way we all had. The name of the game we played is: PAIN, we were, on the receiving end first, because we were, WAY too young to FIGHT back, to SCREAM or to SHOUT out “NO!”, but now, we’re, all, older, and stronger, and we can, BEAT the SHIT out of those who’d, imposed so much pain on our bodies, minds, hearts, and souls as young children, but, do we, go after those bad adults who’d, injured us so severely we thought we’d died? Nope!
the physical kind, not my photo still…
Instead, we go after, those who can’t even, FIGHT back, the younger generations, and, without ourselves being aware of it, we’d, passed this, CYCLE of NEVER-ENDING ABUSE onward, down, to the next generations, and, because we and our own young are all, cut from the same cloth, they too, are more than likely to, pass the abuse, the pain they’d received from us, down to their own young, and, that, would be, how this CYCLE of ABUSE keeps on rolling, snowballing, gaining momentum, as it’d, rolled faster, and faster, down that slippery slope somewhere on this planet…
finally, comes, the EMOTIONAL kind! Not my picture…
Now, would ANY of you actively SUBJECT your own offspring to ANY of these? Of course not, but, unknowingly???
Life, the Obstacle Course 