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Teen Sex Abuse: How To Heal - Deborah Job

Hello Teens,


 Teenage sexual harassment and abuse is something that has alarmed the world in the recent years. You may not have experienced it, but it happens, and DAILY too. Here are few statistics:

  1. Approximately 30% of sexual assault cases are reported to authorities. 3
  2. 9.3% of cases of maltreatment of children in 2012 were classified as sexual abuse. 9
  3. 62,939 cases of child sexual abuse were reported in 2012. 9
  4. According to the Bureau of Justice Statistics’ National Criminal Victimization Survey, in 2012, there were 346,830 reported rapes or sexual assaults of persons 12 years or older. 17
  5. In 2010, 12% of rapes and sexual assaults involved a weapon. 13
  6. In 2010, 25% of the female victims of rape/sexual assault were victimized by strangers. 13
  7. According to “Have Sexual Abuse and Physical Abuse Declined Since the 1990s?” an article released by the Crimes Against Children Research Center in 2012: 19
  8. There was a 56% decline in physical abuse and a 62% decline in sexual abuse from 1992 to 2010.
  9. Despite some skepticism of reporting methods by various agencies, declines in child physical and sexual abuse since the 1990s, as reported to National Child Abuse and Neglect Data System (NCANDS), reflect a true decline in prevalence.
[Source: US Department of Justice - National Sex Offender Public Website]
  
From that, we can see that there's a decline in the frequency of teenage/child sex abuse. However, what about what happens in the minds of those who have already been abused? Most of them end up becoming suicidal. That's not what we want them to do. We want them to heal. That is why this post was written. 
This post was written by a teenager, Deborah Ishember Job, for this blog 'The Teenager'. She wishes to share her thoughts on how best one who has been sexually abused can heal. I hope you have fun reading this, and you get to learn from it. Also, share your thoughts on this topic by dropping your comments below. 

     HOW TO HEAL FROM SEXUAL ABUSE - FOR TEENS AND TWEENS

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 I know this is usually a sticky topic everyone evades but that hasn't made it any less real. It knocks at our very doorstep and we have to tackle it head on. It doesn't just apply to the female sex as stereotypes suggest but the guys are also victims of this. Sexual abuse is any form of cruel and unfair treatment to a person relating to sex. It could include rape in most cases. According to RAINN (Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network) statistics, a sexual assault occurs every 107 seconds and 44% of these victims are teenagers. Yikes!!! Also it's mind boggling to find that 1 out of every 5 girls are victims and 1 out of every 20 boys are victim so the guys aren't safe from this savage predator in our society. For the teens who've been through this emotionally paralysingly experience, there's no going back, only forward. Based on a primary study of people and some research, these are the five steps to get over sexual abuse trauma:

1) Acceptance. 
2) Speak out. 
3) Find peace. 
4) Live your life.
5) Reach out to others. 

Let's take a look at these now. 


ACCEPTANCE


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Many teenagers wallow in disbelief after they've experienced maybe rape or assault and might end up living in denial of that event. Maybe that helps. No it doesn't! It would only be like a fatal wound ignored which would worsen with time. However, find that teeny tiny place in your mind to agree with yourself that it all happened and it's done. It may seem hard at first but I haven't seen any problem that has been solved via avoidance or ignorance. You control your emotions not the other way round, it's best to squarely tackle the issue. Whispering to yourself, "it all happened yes, but it was beyond my control" could be a helpful mantra. 

SPEAK OUT


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Here comes the hard part. We teenagers are at a very crucial point in our lives where we love and live communication. Please do not nurse memories of sexual attacks like a clandestine relationship but speak out! Now by "speak out" I do not mean you have to give Ted talks about it and all. We are all very unique with varying levels of boldness so yeah, telling a crowd of twenty may help some but to many, just telling a kind and listening ear would go to great lengths in making this trauma history. It's more advisable to find someone you are more congenial to and pour out your heart to them. It may be hard to try it, but it always works out fine. The stigma some norms and culture attach to sexual abuse might make it more difficult for some teenagers to ever talk about it but know that there's always a kind person even in the midst of stereotypical grinches. Find that person but precaution should be taken. Never confide in someone who has the slightest chance of stigmatizing you because of what has happened. Instead, meet positive people who would elevate your spirit. The human brain is more relaxed once you vent off some of that anger and frustration. Let off some steam!! If you're able to access some professional help like maybe therapist, that is also one way to jump the broom of speaking out!! One might ask, "what if the person preying on me is someone whom I trusted and confided in?" Yes there are cases of these. If you're placed in such a situation, do not hesitate to reach out to a trusted relative, a friend or even a social worker. Find help as soon as possible. 


FIND PEACE


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This may seem all churchy and religious but it actually works!!! Have you ever been mad at someone and then you just forgave them? Did you feel that weight lift off your chest and you then find that the air seems easier to take in?! Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying these predators shouldn't be brought to face the wrath of our lady Justice but I'm saying you shouldn't let their action be a reason to lose your cool. It hurts, yes but it shouldn't define us. Free yourself of the rage and forgive the predator. This is definitely hard pill to swallow. However, the difficulty of the task shouldn't prevent us from undertaking it. Be a conqueror, be the better person, be strong, forgive. 

LIVE YOUR LIFE



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The "poor me" mentality transcends cases of sexual abuse. Mostly teenagers want an excuse and someone or something to blame. The fact you were abused doesn't mean you can't live your life. You can!! Remember when you were five and maybe wanted to be an astronaut or a doctor or an engineer? Be five again!! Rekindle that starry-eyed child in you and this time, strive to be that person. Live the life you've imagined and live it well. The fact you've faced an abuse doesn't mean the road ahead has been blocked. It's only a testing experience that makes the saga of your life more inspiring to all who hears of it. So yeah, bad stuff happens. No wait scratch that, shit happens but then you can't let it stop you from dauntlessly pursuing your dreams. Go get your dream!!


REACH OUT TO OTHERS


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Some may say, "I made it on my own, why can't they?" Truth is, you didn't. You got help from someone directly or indirectly. A single act of kindness creates an endless chain that cannot be broken. If you've been able to survive sexual abuse and move on with your life, your joy can't be complete until you help someone do same. It's like the joy of motherhood. You watch and nurture someone to do better than you did at that stage. The feeling is ecstatic!! The fastest way to true happiness is making others happy. Yes, if you wanna heal the wounds of sexual abuse you have to help someone too. Probably someone who has been recently exposed to that brutal experience. A youngling. A really good example is motivational speaker and preacher, Joyce Meyer who was raped by her own father countless times but she still rose above the ashes of "poor me" to be a role model to many. This isn't just limited to those who've experienced sexual abuse at one point in their life or so. It also touches the other teenagers. There's no harm in trying to help a brother or sister in need. 


Now some may have the "it's never gonna be me" mentality. Truth is, it could be you. However, there are certain precautions that could be taken for yourself and others to avoid sexual abuse. Some of them are: 

Be confident


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 Sexual predators usually prey on people who do not have a voice of their own, mostly teenagers. Keep a sharp eye contact and be vigilant. 
-Ask for help all timeand be ready to give it. 


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If you feel unsafe in a place, call for help. Maybe a relative or even the police. You can also do this to help someone. 
-Trust: trust your instincts at all times. If you feel something is off, don't ignore it but please avoid paranoia. 

Remember, everything happens for a reason and time cannot be reversed to avert the past but a messy future filled with guilt can be averted. We are the Tomorrow People and as such we should coexist for a better us and a better world.   
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Stay Inspired! 
NOTE! If you have any article worth sharing on things that affect Teenagers, and you have clearly stated the solutions to the problems, send a copy to arinze_obiezue@yahoo.com and I'd go through it. If it's found germane to the current goings-on in the teenage world, you would have your article posted on 'The Teenager'

Glowing Splints: The Struggles of a Pre-teen

Hello Teens,

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This is a part of the first chapter of a short story that I wrote about a year ago. I'll be posting parts of this story every day for you all to read. Enjoy!

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t was a Monday morning, the infamous bane of the average primary schooler. The sun rays pierced through the somewhat tidy room of eleven year old Jide bringing to notice the clock swinging lazily on a nail in Jide Okafor’s room.
 “It’s nine o’clock!” Jide screamed as he realized that it was a school day and not a Saturday. He leaped from his bed and fled to his parents’ room. “Mummy! Mummy!” No response. He then barged in to find the bed neatly made and he was immediately immersed in the feeling of loneliness and emptiness. “So Mummy has developed a new strategy for getting me to wake up on time? But how could she leave without me? Even Nene?” he wondered.  His sister, Nene, had always been on his side; she hardly ever went anywhere without him.
What would be going on in school now? Would Miss Lilian notice my absence? These questions flooded his mind as he came to accept the reality that he would be staying home that day while his mates were at school. He had never missed a single school day for as long as he could remember.
To get his mind free from all these worries, Jide decided to treat himself to akara and a steamy bowl of pap. He sat down at a corner in their moderately furnished living room. As he ate, he stared into space observing every detail; from the television set on the stand, to the dense green curtains, to a matching green rug, to the portrait of his mother on her wedding day. Some details that he noticed in his living room almost had him believing that it was his first time there. He stood up, gently walking towards the portrait of his mother with a lot of thoughts flying through his mind. As he stared at this portrait, he broke a tear with the words “When would all this be over, Mummy?” It was as he stood there feeling frozen, he went into retrospection. Remembering the bruises, the scars, the scalds, the cuts, and the aggrieved hearts, he subconsciously clenched his fists.  Why was all this going on, and so fast?
“To think that Mum does not sleep because of your brutality. That I can’t do anything about it makes me even angrier” he thought aloud. He was interrupted by the clanging of keys close to entrance door.
“Daddy!” Jide screamed as he saw his father standing in the doorway beaming with such a smug as he was flanked by two young ladies who Jide had never seen before. Jide took his time to observe these ladies’ skimpy dresses that seemed to be squeezing the life out of them. Their dresses were so tight that they stratified the walls of their stomachs into layers of fatty flesh and was almost throwing their breasts out. Who are these people? He thought. Immediately, their identity came to his mind. Prostitutes. Rage immediately surged through his being, he felt so angry that he began to feel indestructible.
Mr Okafor, not knowing what to say to get himself out of the situation, attempted turning the tables. “What are you doing here at this hour? Isn’t today supposed to be a school day? So you planned to stay at home to spy on your own father, this useless child?” Mr Okafor still felt uneasy. He did not know how to explain the situation to his only son. Of course, he had no explanations.
“Dad, is this what you do when mum is out to work? For how long dad?” Facing the ladies, “For how long have you been seeing my father? Did you know he was married?” After saying these words, Jide broke into tears. The tears were an overflow of the hatred and anger he now felt towards his father. “A..a..after all these things you do, you still have the guts to beat mummy up whenever you suspect that she is with another man, when you are the devil yourself.” Jide said these words in between tears. Knowing that his father may soon hit him, he ran out of the house immediately not knowing where he was headed. He knew he just had to leave.
 

“I’m home!” Mum was back from work.
 “Jide, how did you enjoy your day at home alone? I hope you’d learn this time.” She was still speaking as she got herself settled in a couch in the living room. “Jide since when did you start ignoring your mother? Have you added that to your collection as well?” Noticing the strange echoing of her voice in the room, she got worried.
 “Jide!” she yelled. Still, no response. “Jide! Where are you?”
“Your son should be out with those his friends that are as useless as him.” Mr David said as he strolled out of his room to the verandah to get some air. He had his wrapper tied loosely around his waist. “Traditional Igbo man”, Mummy usually told her friends when they dropped a comment about Mr David’s frequency of wearing nothing but a wrapper around his loins whenever he stayed at home.
“Is that what you can say? So you can’t even conceal your hatred for your son even at a time of distress such as this? David Okafor, you surprise me every day.”
“Woman, so you even dare to call me by my name in such a tone, and with such a straight face? I’ll teach you today that wives are supposed to be submissive to their husbands.” Mr Okafor grabs his wife by her wrist, drawing her to him so suddenly in such a way that one may think it’s a tango dance step. He then leaves the outline of his fingers on his wife’s face, sending her spinning across the living room. At this point, Nene rushes into the living room thinking a glassware had shattered, unaware that it was the interaction between her mother’s cheek and her father’s hand that had caused the ‘explosion’. Mr David makes for his wife to continue from where he left off until he is interrupted by a calm, anger-sated voice: “Daddy please stop it now.” Jide kept a blank face as he said these words. “I’m begging, please leave Mummy alone.”
Mrs Okafor was shocked by her son’s newly-found boldness. She looked at her husband, shocked that he had not yet pounced on Jide for his tone. Nene gaped as she stared at her brother and her father go head-to-head. Mr Okafor quickly let go of his wife’s hand and went out of the house. It was not surprising as Mr Okafor is known to go to a bar close to the house to take a few shots of whisky whenever he gets into a bad mood despite the reprimanding from his wife.
“Why are you just standing there? Aren’t you supposed to explain to me why you’re coming back by this time after skipping school today?”
“I love you, Mum.” As Jide said these words, he gently strolled into his room. Mrs Okafor was left standing alone. She was shocked for some reason: Jide had never called her ‘mum’ before, Jide had never been able to stand up to his father, Jide had never walked out on her before, he had never been so nonchalant about having to miss school, Mr Okafor had never tolerated any potential insult or stain on his ego as he just did. What was going on?
Tired of guessing reasons why what was happening was happening, Mrs Okafor stood up from the floor to go tend to the swelling on her cheek.”
       
On Saturday mornings, the Okafors clean up the compound and treat themselves to a heavy breakfast. Today was no different.
 “Nene!”
“Yes Mummy!” Nene replied as she ran to meet her mother. Nene is the thirteen-year-old sister to Jide. She just finished 8th grade at Champs High School. She is a little bit plump, average-heighted, and overly abundant in her female resources.
“What on earth could you be doing inside the house when we are out here working our guts out?” Mrs Okafor said as she busied herself with the weeds that were trying to slip out of her grip.  
“I’m sorry Mum, I’m here now” Nene said feeling ashamed.
“You can take it up from that corner, pluck the weeds out from the roots so that they’d take a longer time to grow back. Get cracking!”
As they continue their chores, suddenly, “Mummy, Pastor Thomas is here!”
“Nene you do not have to stretch your vocal chords so early this morning. How have you been?”
“Pastor, I’m okay just that I’m finding it difficult adjusting to the life of a 9th grader”, Nene said with such a smug as she ‘killed two birds with one stone’. She got to answer Pastor Thomas’ question as well as inform him that she was in 9th grade.
“Oh, I see! You’re now a big girl eh? I have something that may…”
“Pastor please help me pray for my brother. He has not been himself since the day he came back after the curfew and he was scolded by mum.” Nene said almost lachrymose.
“Oh I will, my child. Let me say hello to your mother, okay?” Pastor walked away, but towards Mrs Okafor.
“Madam. Good Morning!” He seemed to have jerked her from her thoughts.
“Ah! Good morning Pastor. I hope all is well with you?” She genuflected as she spoke these words.
   “Eucharia, everything is okay with me, but is everything okay with you? I’ve been getting reports about your son. What’s going on in this sanctified household?”
“Pastor, I am as confused as anyone else. Sometimes I even feel that Jide and my husband know something that they have decided to conceal from me.”
“I hope you put him in your prayers as is required of you at such times as this.”
“Of course, I pray every day that whatever it is that they may be hiding would be made known to me so that true joy can be restored to my home.”
“Eucharia, I pray that you are granted those desires. I will pray for him as well. Well, I have to be going now as I have to prepare for a midday fellowship with the youth.” Pastor Thomas said as he made his way to the gate.
“Okay. Have a nice day. We may come around later to see you this evening.” Glancing over to Nene, “Are we going to need to write a letter for you to do things properly? You missed that spot.”
“Mum...” Nene murmured something unintelligible.
 


Looking at the clock, “It’s five o’clock” Jide said still dragging himself out of sleep. He always did that: training himself on how to read the time from a watch or a clock. He started it after he was derided by his classmates when he could not say what the time was when he was asked by their teacher.
“Oh. I see that Mr. Sleep has finally decided to grace us with his presence at our humble kitchen this morning” Mrs Okafor said sarcastically as Jide walked into the kitchen yawning.
“Mummy, Good morning.”
 “Good morning, my son. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes I did, Mum” Jide started.
“Good morning Nene.” Jide greeted
“Jii, good morning” Nene replied her brother.
“Now, go get ready for school, let’s try to leave before six thirty today” Mrs Okafor said still busy with the jollof rice she was preparing to put in Jide and Nene’s lunchboxes.
Jide walked out of the kitchen sleepily, until he bumped into something muscular at the door. It was his father. Mr Okafor appears in a silk red pajamas that reveals his protruding tummy and his well-rounded Igbo-man buttocks. Mrs Okafor always said that his overly large belly was the price he was paying for all the beer he takes.
“Jide, since when did you start waking up before me?” Mr Okafor said with a tone that revealed his nervousness.
Jide did not say a word, he simply continued heading towards the bathroom. Mrs. Okafor’s eyes met with Nene’s with their jaws dropped. That had never happened before. Jide always greeted his father. What is going on here? Mrs. Okafor thought.
Turning to his wife, “So you prefer to make your children’s lunch to preparing breakfast for your own husband?”
“Good morning, mine” Mrs. Okafor greeted, ignoring her husband earlier comment.
“I have a meeting this morning, and I need to be at the office early. So please, hurry up the breakfast” Mr Okafor said as he walked out of the kitchen.

“When would this stop? When would I have my husband back? I can’t even remember when last we had a heart-to-heart conversation.” Mrs. Okafor told her friend that came visiting some time ago.

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Happy 34th Birthday, Beyonce

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We have all at some point been blown away by the talent and amazing personality of this icon celebrated today - Beyonce Knowles Carter (a.k.a Queen B, although I prefer Queen Bee)
First of all, you started off with Destiny's Child, before you went solo in 2003.

You have been at the top of your game since then.


Who else has won 20 Grammy Awards if not you, Beyonce?

Your songs have put me to bed at times when I felt depressed.
Your passion for music has inspired not just me, but an entire generation of teenagers all over the world.
Your concern in socio-political affairs is one that remains unmatched.
Despite all the controversy, you still manage to keep your head high, your shoulders raised and still excel at what you do.
Despite all the challenges, you still rise like a phoenix bigger and better.
Which other entertainer would speak at the United Nations, in front of world-renowned diplomats, and they listen if not you, Beyonce?
Through your music you ave touched lives, inspired, motivated and even challenged people.
Which other entertainer balances their work and their parental duties as good as you, Beyonce?
Which other entertainer has their career booming even as their ages go up the scale if not you, Beyonce?
Which entertainer has been crowned Queen other than you, Beyonce?
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I know it may seem crazy, but you were my childhood celebrity crush! Keep doing what you do. We would always be proud of you, Beyonce! As you turn 34 today, have fun. There's no other royalty in the entertainment industry but you. Have fun like the Queen you are. Happy Birthday!