It is National Women’s History Month, dear ladies. It’s time to look at the impact of your ways.

 I finally worked up the nerve to rent the movie “Precious.” I knew from what I had heard about the movie that I would not be able to watch it on the big screen. Even on my small TV, the movie was so disturbing that I had to pause it several times. I think caregivers and educators should watch it, just to get an inside view of what many kids endure (suffer) in extremely dysfunctional homes.

For those who have not seen the movie, “Precious” is the name of the main character (a girl), who has been raped over and over again by her (now absentee) father with the knowledge of her mother. Precious lives with her satanic mother, who abuses Precious unpredictably, both verbally and physically.“Three little kittens lost their mittens, and they began to cry, “Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear our mittens we have lost!” “What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie.””There was an old woman, who lived in a shoe. She had so many children she didn’t know what to do. She gave them some broth, without any bread, She whipped them all soundly, and sent them to bed.”

In spite of what people would like to believe, kids that are abused are not little emotionally blank beings that “will-get-over-it” or “won’t-remember-when-they-grow-up.” Many abused persons repeat the patterns of abuse they have experienced with their (other) children or they continue to find and remain in abusive situations because they redefine or mistakenly believe they deserve abuse.

“Little Polly Flinders sat among the cinders, warming her pretty little toes! Her mother came and caught her, and whipped her little daughter for spoiling her nice new clothes.”

Abusers are quick to say that the abuse they perpetrate is done “for the child’s own good” and done out of love. Bystanders often agree and refuse to call what they witness abuse because of their own upbringing (beliefs) or relationship with the abuser.

Abuse is abuse. Don’t call it “Love.” As Tina Turner sang: “Whats love go to do with it?”