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This is too important for me not to mention.
The book states: "Give 10 licks at a time, more if the child resists. Be careful about using it in front of others — even at church; nosy neighbors might call social workers."
This is literally a how-to manual on how to abuse and beat your children.
OH MY GOD. Okay stop scrolling and look at me. My mother actually used this book. I am a victim of this piece of literary evil, and let me tell you, it has left me with some seriously deep scars. It got to the point that my brother and I couldn’t even laugh. Laughter was considered “foolishness” and we would literally be struck ten times for it if she heard it. Let me reiterate that.
We could not enjoy ourselves or even be happy without being beaten.
One of the “Christian” cult families introduced this to her and yes, it is basically condoning serious child abuse. I actually personally believe in corporal punishment and let me tell you, THIS IS NOT CORPORAL PUNISHMENT. It is heavy abuse and it’s evil, evil, evil. I’m going to go sign that petition, and so help me, if you know of someone using this book, call Child Protective services immediately. The children of that cult family are now actually being rehabilitated because they grew up like robots. It’s a sick fucking book, okay? Sick. Let’s get this thing banned before it ruins anymore lives.
I am the way I am today because of this hideous thing. I cry every time someone even gently reprimands me. I’m afraid of cutting up in public because I think someone is going to hit me. Worst of all: It taught me to tolerate abuse, that I deserved abuse, and that if someone abused me, I was clearly in the wrong. I can’t possibly begin to tell you how dangerous it has been for me. Thanks to people around me who were raised right, I am only now starting to learn to stand up for myself and that, no, I am not an idiot who deserves verbal, physical, emotional, or mental abuse. I am not just a child who will forever be subject to her power-hungry mother.
Most of all… Children are not animals. And really, who the fuck even treats an animal like that??? Please, if you reblog one thing from me, please let it be this. I don’t want anyone else to go through what I did.
345 before the petition hits 50,000!
Prompt: Hey :) can you make me an imagine with George please? My name is Donia and i have curly brown hair my hobby is drawing and i’m a calm person. Thanks :)
Okay so this imagine is shite but it was worse but I read it through and literally had a cringe attack over how bad it was so I rewrote the end and made it slightly longer but yeah this is awful ik
"What are you drawing?" George sings, his fingers subconsciously fiddling with the curls sliding down your back like a waterfall.
"Just the pier we saw yesterday." you inform him, he hums lightly.
"Your drawing is prettier than the pier we saw yesterday."
Even though you’re not facing him, you can sense the grin on his face.
"Very cheesy Shelley." you laugh, leaning your head back to look up at him.
"I try." he giggles, bending down and pressing his lips to yours, his fingers intertwining with yours, his palms pressing against the back of yours hands. As he pulls away, George grins at you, "Donia, why do you never draw pictures of yourself?"
"Because that’s vain and I wouldn’t really want a picture of myself." you shrug, he bites his lip.
"I think you should draw one of yourself… Maybe one of us together then we could frame it?" he suggests, you roll your eyes. He gives you the puppy dog eyes and an adorable pout, you giggles and bop him on the nose.
"George I love you but sometimes are too freaking adorable." you giggle.
"All I heard was ‘George I love you’" he sticks his tongue out at you, steals your pencil and races out of the room. You sprint after him, yelling after him, both of your laughs echoing throughout the house. When you arrive in your shared bedroom George leaps onto the bed and you decide to follow, landing on top of him. Out of breath and in a heap of giggles you both just lie there. Eventually, you compose yourselves, the glint in yours eyes still present.
"Donia, I seriously freaking love you."
I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.
not just followers, everyone.
I’m here if any of you need to talk<3
Prompt: Umm. Can I have a George imagine please? My name is Emjay and I have green eyes brown hair and freckles. Thank you! :)
Hope you like it c:
As you drive to George’s house, you can feel a cold sweat running through your system. Spending time with George was fun but you’d been starting to feel as though he was taking it to fast - so you ended it with him. Now, three months later, it seems as though he’s okay and you’re a broken wreck. Your brain is like a pool of regret; if you had known it would be like this you would’ve never ended it.
Pulling into his driveway you feel nerves wash over you, it causes a part of you to hope he isn’t in so you don’t have to face him. Knock knock. A few seconds later the door is opened, when he see’s you George has an evident look of shock. His plump pink lips form an ‘o’ as his chocolate brown eyes gaze into your bright green ones.
"Emjay…?" he says but he phrases it as more of a question.
"George… I-," you cut yourself off, not knowing what to say next. Thankfully a distraction is caused by a car pulling into the drive, alongside yours. You convert from thankful to disappointed when a pretty blonde girl exits the car, a confused expression on her face.
"Why’s she here? I thought it was just me and you…" the girl trails off, heat rushes to your cheeks as you realised he’s completely over you. Tears spring to your eyes, you try to find a way to dismiss yourself but it just comes out as a croak so you just take a deep breath and walk away. A hand suddenly gets hold of your arm just before you open your car door.
He gazes into your eyes, his expression is a mixture of confusion, worry but mostly happiness. For a split second you think it could be because you’ve come back to him but you brush that option away - he has another girl invited to be with him. Forever seems to be held in those seconds you spend looking into his eyes, trying to work out what he’s feeling. He lifts a hand warily to your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheek softly.
In that moment all you can see is him. You don’t notice the girl standing there, sighing in frustration. She wanted George - but in that moment you don’t notice.
Unsure if you came to get him back, George consider asking if he can kiss you but instead decides to just slowly lean in. He leans in until he’s mere centimetres away from you, his hot breath on your lips, he then hesitates before he carefully presses his lips to yours. Along with yours, his eyes flutter shut, as he reminisces on all the time you spent together before. Despite pretending he’d been fine without you - he hadn’t. He was just too afraid to ask for you back as he didn’t want to annoy you. He mentally thanks himself for waiting because all he ever wanted has sprung back to him without force.
Though he doesn’t want to, George eventually pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, “I love you.” he mumbles before he can stop himself. Regret flashes onto his face as his eyes widen at what he’d just said, you just giggle.
"I love you too George."