Monsters Are Not Always Under The Bed or in the Closet- Sometimes The Boogeyman Is Real - One Of My Articles
Stop The Abuse...
Monsters in Disguise
©LaDena Campbell 2012 aka justateacher
Children often fear monsters. They fear the monsters under the bed and in the closets. They fear the boogeyman. They soon learn that these monsters are all in their head and a hug and reassurance from mom and dad chase those monsters away.
Sometimes, though, the monsters are all too real. And the people they go to for comfort are the biggest monsters of all. Too many times, I get to see this first hand. It is a part of life that I wish did not exist. Unfortunately it affects people of every race, color, creed, religion and socioeconomic status. It knows no boundaries.
What I am talking about is child abuse. I am a special education teacher and almost every year there is at least one case of child abuse that I have to report. Today, I reported my fourth case this year. I want to do something to stop this from happening, but there is not much I can do. I report every case that I see, but I can’t see it all…I spread the word against child abuse, but still, it is not enough. It still happens.
This year I have a little boy who was abused before he was born by an alcoholic, drug abusing mom. When he was taken from her and placed in the foster care system, he was abused by several sets of foster parents. This little boy has had enough bad things happen to last him a lifetime.
Another little boy comes to school and talks about being locked in a cage and tied up to his parent’s bed. He and his sister regularly come to school with bruises on various parts of their little bodies. The little boy fights getting on the bus nearly every day.
A little girl was reported because she comes to school in the same clothes for days and days at a time. Her hair is a mess and she is always hungry. She cries and says there is no food where she lives.
Today, I made my fourth report. A little boy opened up and told me that he is scared of his father. He said that he didn’t want to go home because he was scared. When I asked him why, he said he didn’t like the way his dad touched him. And he really didn’t like it when his dad hit him. He said his dad touched him and hit him in his private spot.
As a teacher, I am legally bound to report any suspected abuse to a child. We get trained on how to make a report and how to follow the steps to make sure the report is followed up on. We spend at least a day every year going over and over everything about how to report. But we are never told how it feels to know that the children that are in our care for seven hours a day have to go home to the monsters that are real. They don’t prepare us for seeing a little boy being taken away from school in a police car because it is not safe for him to go home. We don’t learn how to deal with children who have no home to go “home” to.
We teach our children not to fear the monster under the bed and in the closet. We teach them that there is no boogey man. We teach them to tell their parents if anyone tries to harm them.
We sometimes forget that the parents are the monsters…
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