This subject deserves to get more attention. Whether through the media, through doctors' offices, in schools, through honest conversations among family members and friends we cannot afford to neglect our children a fair chance in life.
To the editor,
I am a survivor of some of the worst physical and emotional child abuse at the hands of my natural parents. I was beaten over and over, my head slammed into ceramic tile walls, whippings, and knives held to my throat. My college educated "parents" ( if you can call them that) threw my then 4 year old brother put into the snow and told him to run away and not to come back. I am also a physician and easily recognize conditions that can indicate women abused.
From a professional standpoint, I am sick to death of having every ill of our society blamed on doctors. Abused people usually lie or hide their abuse. If the doctor didn't put it together, don't blame the doctors. Blame goes on the perpetrators. THE PERPETRATORS. Period. Even now, my "philanthropic" child abusing "parents" are in denial that they did this. How ghastly to see them go celebrations at their universities honoring them for their donations. Their evil has never been truly unmasked.
Don't blame the doctors. Blame the perpetrators. For the victim: tell a friend because you may not see a doctor that often.
Dear MORE editors, publishers,
I especially enjoyed this November issue and all the articles were so helpful and informative!
So enjoyed -Could your boss have Asperger's, When Life forces you to change your self-image, and Especially- A hidden cause of chronic illness. After reading this magazine I pondered my nephew who seems to have Asperger's. I'm now certain that his lack of social grace and character points to this, and helps me to better understand him. Also, kudos to printing A hidden cause of chronic illness. I was child abused and found many similarities in domestic/spousal abuse as child abuse. Although over 20 years ago, I am still haunted, am still affected, suffer the migraines, the stress, the social phobia, etc of those harrowing years. Very true doctors and nurses never ask, and all those years ago should be swept under the rug by society, yet we are a product of our environment, and live with the consequences of someone else's actions upon our being.
Thank you much for your wonderful selection of articles, More is getting better and better!!
Just read your piece. Tell Jeff I vouch for him - stepped in a hole on a golf course two weeks ago. Spent the last two weeks traveling begging for wheelchairs, airport carts, and ice bags. Better now but most painful thing ever! I swear childbirth was easier...
I smiled as I read your letter in this month's MORE magazine. Though we may paddle in "different lakes," we seem to be in the same boat. The last time my husband and I stole away for a romantic Charleston week-end, he was recovering from his own dramatic (much more painful than a break) foot "sprain." He still insists on playing tennis like a twenty year old, WITH twenty year olds, and pays a steep price for it. As I watched my hero hobble down King Street, it struck me that living this phase of our lives is a lot like making a good stew using only the ingredients we have in our fridge at this very moment. We started our married lives fully stocked, and now, 30 years later, we are trying to create a satisfying and nourishing experience with the left overs we can scrounge up from various bins and shelves. Some of what we had back in the day has long expired, but every so often I stumble across something I didn't even realize we still had and it adds some zest to our relationship and keeps things interesting. Some of us have lots of great stuff to work with at this point…some of us have a lot less. I guess the trick is to keep things simmering, add more spices, and never stop stirring!
Thanks again for a great magazine!