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September 9, 2008
The Different Faces Of An Abuser 
Written by Alberta Parish 
Perpetuators of abuse often never change even as they grow older.  Someone who was verbally abusive twenty years ago is still verbally abusive today.  Just like the schoolyard bully, abusive people are often cowards and when you stand up to these individuals, they tend to be either openly hostile to you or theyban you from their social circle.  This means you may never again get an invitation to come over to their house for dinner, especially during the holidays.  You stood up to the abuser!  Now, he or she doesn’t know how to handle you and if the abuser doesn’t know how to handle you as the abuser has in previous years, he/she no longer feels like they can deal with you.  He/she no longer wants to deal with you.
What is abuse?  Abuse, whether physical, emotional or verbal, can rear its ugly head through anything or anyone whether it is a spouse, relative, or your so-called best buddy.  Abuse can be as simple as someone consistently having negative comments to say to you and about you (specifically to your face).  Have you ever known a relative who always had a negative comment for you every time you saw him/her?  Have you ever known someone who’s always had very negative or unfounded opinions of you and felt too free in letting you know just how much he/she disapproves of you?  Well, this is a form of verbal abuse.   
When you mention the word ‘ABUSE’, most people tend to focus more on physical and sexual abuse.  However, verbal abuse, which is an offspring of emotional abuse, is not to be easily discarded as if it is something that is all in a person’s head.  There are serious problems that arise from verbal/emotional abuse.  Verbal/emotional abuse can be anything from a partner cheating on you constantly to being constantly berated and belittled for every thing you do or don’t do.  This means, nothing you ever do is good enough in the eyes of the abuser.  See, the abuser is really an insecure person, and also extremely jealous.  Therefore, he/she has to find something wrong with you so that he or she can feel better about himself/herself, because they see someone else’s life more screwed up than theirs.  An abuser would also rather see you work like a slave on a dead end job than see you succeed in your own business, whether that business is you being an author/writer, entertainer, small business owner, or entrepreneur.
As true cowards, abusers often pick on those that are truly defenseless, which are mostly children.  Unfortunately, most children who experience verbal abuse doesn’t always first experience it from other children, they experience it first in the home.  They experience it first from relatives.  Domestic violence does not just include the physical beating and/or torturing of a partner and children; domestic violence also includes verbal abuse, which may come in the form of verbal threats against a person’s physical being, or unjustified harsh scolding concerning a person’s character or even his/her physicality. 
Although I was fortunate enough to have a loving and non-abusive mother, I still experienced verbal/emotional abuse growing up.  Today, I can look people straight in the face, say what I have to say to that person whenever he/she crosses the line with me, and be done with it.  As a child, I couldn’t do this.  You know, when you’re a child, you don’t always have a voice to let people know that they’re hurting you by their ill treatment of you.  A child doesn’t always have a voice to say, “I don’t like how you talk down to me, treat me like I’m unimportant, and say mean things to me all the time.”  Because a child is often intimidated by his/her abuser, that child may never utter a single word to anyone outside the home about what he/she experiences inside the home on a regular basis.  I believe this is one reason why when children get to school, they act out all day in their classrooms.  Sometimes, this is a testament of the turmoil that a child may be experiencing inside his/her home.
Whenever I think of an abusive person, I think of someone who’s a sociopath.  Only an abusive sociopath would continue to perpetuate abusive behavior whether they perpetuate it in the home, against you, or in the workplace.  Workplace bullies are abusive people period!  Only an abusive sociopath would think that he/she has done nothing wrong, and feels that he/she owes no apology.  Only an abusive sociopath would continue to perpetuate abusive actions toward people they’ve already hurt in some way.  Yet, there are people like this occupying our personal space each and every day.  And we continue to deal with them, because some of them are our friends, relatives, or a spouse.  Where do you draw the line in the sand with these people?  At some point, you have to.  And when you do, be prepared to fight (I don’t mean physical beating because you’re an adult now).  Just like the schoolyard bully, you have to put an abusive sociopath in his/her place.  You have to say to yourself, “I’m not gonna take this shit anymore.”  You’re going to have to stand up for yourself when it comes to an abuser whether this is family, a spouse, a friend, or your supervisor.    
August 10, 2008

Surviving Childhood Abuse 

Written by Alberta Parish

Many adults that have experienced childhood abuse can sometimes lead normal lives, especially if they’ve learned how to cope with the traumas that accompany childhood abuse.  However, there are those who still deal with the pain, humiliation, neglect, sexual abuse or physical abuse they’ve experienced as children.  And these issues often manifest themselves in every facet of their adult lives, whether private, professional or social.  Have you ever known someone who is always angry or withdrawn?  Have you ever known someone who is afraid to commit?  Have you ever known someone who has a fear of intimacy?  Have you ever known someone who is verbally abusive?  These are often signs of much bigger issues.  Many times, it’s not about you.  It is the about the turmoil, confusion, anger, regret, or unforgiveness that this individual carries around as his or her emotional baggage.  It is about what this person’s been feeling on the inside for years.

Depending on the severity of psychological, sexual or physical abuse that a child experiences, some of these individuals may never lead normal lives as adults. Serial killers have even been created from the severity of sexual, physical, and emotional abuse they endured as children.  It is a known fact that when you starve a child of tenderness, affection, and unconditional love for years and you hurl insults at him on a regular basis, as an adult he may be mentally withdrawn or verbally abusive with the people that care the most about him.  He may even be a sociopath.  Not all sociopaths are serial killers.  Some sociopaths seem like normal people in public.  However, if you hang out with a sociopath behind closed doors, you may see more than what you wanted to see.  These people are often your coworkers, family members, a boyfriend or girlfriend, or your next-door neighborhood.

What is a sociopath?  A sociopath has antisocial behaviorism, and displays no remorse in his/her antisocial behavior toward others.  This individual lacks empathy for someone’s pain or loss.  For example, if you had a close friend that slept with your husband and didn’t show an ounce of remorse for what he or she did, this person could be defined as a sociopath.  If a family member sexually abused you as a child and is walking around today like nothing ever happened, this person could be defined as a sociopath.

A person who has experienced childhood abuse doesn’t always possess the will power to forgive and move on with their lives, which is why many of them seek the professional services of counselors, life coaches, or therapists.  Any help is better than no help at all.

The Evil Within Him: Prologue

Prologue


“You know I’m feelin’ you, don’t you?” said Ken, placing Lisa’s hand upon his chest and feeling like the luckiest guy on earth. After leaving Club Fiesta an hour earlier, he had brought the lovely Miss Shelton back to his place. She enjoyed jazz, she had said, so Ken had put on ‘Unforgivable Blackness,’ by Winton Marsalis. She liked it. Now the two of them sat back on his living room couch and chatted. The mood had just gotten hot – and ripe for sex.
“Really?” Lisa traced the curve of his pecs, smiling. “How can you be feelin’ me when we just met?” Since breaking up with her ex over a month ago, this was the first time that she’d taken a strong interest in a man.
“Well . . . I like your style…and your conversation,” Ken responded. “And you’re quite gorgeous.” The two gazed at each other a moment, then Lisa placed the palm of her hand on Ken’s cheek. She drew her face toward his. Ken frowned. “Look, if this is gonna be a one-night stand,” he said, “then you’ve got the wrong guy. At this point in my life, I‘m looking for a serious relationship."
“I feel you on that. I didn’t want this to be a one-night stand either,” said Lisa.
“I need to ask you something,” Ken said. “And please be honest with me.” Lisa gave him a slight nod. “Do you plan to get back with your ex-boyfriend?”
“Definitely not. That’s over.”
“The reason I ask is, I’ve met women who were on the rebound from past relationships, and almost all of them ended up going back to their ex. If you are, tell me now; I won’t get upset or anything. I just don’t have time for drama.”
“Ken, you can trust me. What Tyler and I had is over. I told you that already.”
“Okay, cool,” said Ken, nodding.
“OK, what now?” Lisa said, smiling seductively at him. She sat forward and crossed her legs – slowly.
“Whatever you wanna do,” he answered, smiling back, as he rose from the couch. “But first, let me jump in the shower.”
“Want me to join you?” Lisa asked.
“No. I wanna save all my energy for the bedroom,” said Ken, looking hungrily at the pretty chocolate-complexioned figure that sat before him.
She got more than an eyeful of his ass as he sauntered off to the bathroom. Seconds later, she heard the shower running. She thought about how toned his muscles had felt as she caressed them, and began to wonder what sex between her and Ken would be like. “I hope it’s good. Please don’t let him be a sorry motherfucker,” she said aloud. Tossing her head back on the couch and propping her bare feet on the coffee table, she relaxed, allowing the tranquil surroundings to penetrate her spirit. I could get used to this, she thought, and heard a door open down the hall.
“How long have you had this place?” she called out.
“About five months,” Ken’s distant voice answered.
Lisa heard the bathroom door slam. Ken was now taking his shower, and she felt oddly alone. She grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and clicked its power button. Switching from one channel to the next, she came upon a college basketball game on ESPN. LSU and UCLA were sweating it out. It wasn’t long before Lisa was engrossed in the game.
Without warning, a dark electrical cord was swiftly wrapped around her neck. A strong yank, and her neck flared with pain. With quick reflexes, she tried desperately, with all ten fingers, to separate the cord from her neck. Lisa laboriously gagged for air. Her head was jerked upward, and she stared, wide-eyed, into the face of the man who had invited her back to his place for what she thought would be a night of passion. It had instead become a night of terror, and Lisa violently fought for her life. Why are you doing this? ran through her mind; she could feel her life rapidly slipping away. Her body began convulsing as her windpipe struggled to take in oxygen. Her strength was waning.
As darkness enveloped her, Lisa cursed her killer, who had brought her here only to take her life. This was not how she expected to meet Death! All she had wanted was to enjoy his company. Now, she was dying.
Quietly, the Breath of Life escaped her, and the darkness of eternal death followed. As Lisa’s lifeless body sagged on the couch, Ken Morrison unwound the cord from her neck. He swung around to the front of the couch to gaze into the face of his eighteenth victim, this young woman doomed from the moment she had laid eyes upon him.

Actually, she had been doomed from the moment the ATL Strangler had chosen her.

Poetry Page

Father Figure
Copyright © 2004 by Alberta Parish

Young girls now know more about sex than they should
Ten-year-olds' virginity have often been took
By child molesters, family pedophiles, sometimes Mama's live-in boyfriend
Many days you thought he was at work when he was home with ol' girl gettin' his NUT in
Often girls that come from single-parent broken homes
For them, the genuine love of a male figure is many times unknown
You see, girls, too need THAT male emotional connection
So they won't end up traveling down the wrong direction
They need that positive male headship
So when they do get a good man they won't treat him like shit
I find that many are confused and looking for love in all the wrong men
That's why some are so quick to give up their skin
Babies having babies; a national epidemic among the races
And daily, the courts are overwhelmed with child support cases
Many guys do step up to the plate, and raise their kids
Even though some females be hatin' on brothers for leaving them
They wanna cause TURBULENCE instead of - for the sake of the child -
become FRIENDS
Wanna take brothers down for being a day late with child support payments
Why don't you grow up and gain some common sense
REALIZE your children need his or her father
I always thought mine just didn't wanna be bothered
'Cause he was never around
Then he died and was put into the ground
I came up thinkin' how life was so unfair
But I had a strong mother who raised us the best way she could
No shit from us she ever took
God never ordained for mothers to assume the role of a father
But as some failed in their relationships and ran
Mothers were forced to raise their kids the best way they can
For our social ills, experts wanna place blame on children from broken homes
Remember the killings at Columbine; it taught us that evil could spring from two-parent homes
I know some women believe it's okay to raise children alone
But you are dead wrong
'Cause it was never meant for you to do it alone
No matter how much you try to show yourself to be strong
Only a man can show a boy how to be a man
And black fathers definitely need to equip their sons with a battle plan
To overcome the maze of hidden racism and economic distress
They need to be taught how to build their own success
And stop building other peoples' wealth
'Cause they don't give two shits about minority kids living in hell
That's why we as a community must raise our children
So they won't fall through the cracks of an ever-present evil system

Immortal
Copyright © 2004 by Alberta Parish

From time's beginning you were around,
Always watching, always lurking in the shadows for your prey.
From the depths of hell have you come to us,
To rain down the fire of your tyranny,
To bring rapid chaos upon the world of mortal men.
If only you too were mortal,
A sword taken to your black heart,
Our suffering at your hands would cease.
Then would we all shout for joy,
And celebrate your cowardly demise.
But no, you are an immortal,
A fierce creature that's lived before the first world began.
Knowledge of all the world's secrets you possess.
Even the secrets of the Most High have not been hidden from you.
You, who have caused kingdoms to fall and nations to cower,
Does there not exist some secret to your destruction?
Ah, if only you too were mortal,
Then could you die at the hands of mortal men,
And that day would be a day of great rejoicing throughout the earth...

Celebrity
Copyright (c) 2004 by Alberta Parish 

It's sad you have to be a household name just to get respect

Because when you're seen as a nobody, you get disrespect

From all angles, at every turn

Nobody sees you for who you are

The only time they do see you is when you become a star

Everybody knows you then

Relatives you haven't heard from in years call you out the blue

Friends that never had your back suddenly become your best friend

All of them dyin' to ride in your brand new Mercedes-Benz

These were the same people who—on the road to success—doubted you

And before you got all that money you was somebody they rarely knew

They didn't know how to pick up the phone, call and say, 'What's up'

Now, they wanna hang around you all the time because you lucked up

Since you got plenty of money you call your own shots

And now, everybody wanna be SEEN at your spot

Long gone are the days of you kissin' ass

Now, everybody's kissin' your ass just to get your autograph

Celebrity power makes the world go round and round

But you must be careful to not let yourself drown

The price of fame sometimes comes at too high a cost

You must be careful that you don't end up getting lost

In the high stakes world of make believe and glamour

Because all that glitters isn't always gold

And you must be careful to not sell your own soul

To that wonderful world of entertainment

Where many can only dream of a lifestyle befitted for the rich and the famous

Children of Hollywood drowning in drugs, alcohol and sex

And some will go to any length just to get a big paycheck

Mass media showcases all the fine homes and cars

Then tells us in order to have these things, we must become a star

Very few tell us that worldly possessions doesn't make us who we are


It is your character and integrity that truly makes you the star





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