I’ve been gone a long time..A very long time, but once again, I had reasons. That is, if disillusionment with people and with life in general can be considered a reason. For a long time now, I’ve been picking up the figurative pen and debating what to write. But every time I did that, what I wrote turned out to be bitter and accusatory. And I’m not really used to being bitter. It’s one of the things, in fact, which I would prefer never to be. So I figured I’d make peace with myself and with how things stood before I wrote again. I’m back again, and this time I don’t expect too many people to still be around waiting for posts. But if there is even one person with such hopes, I’m so glad you’re there! It’s great being back here. I’ve missed every bit of this( including waiting for the Stats to go up). Oh, and of course, i’ve missed writing things in parentheses.
So do I.
Sexual abuse is a horrible thing AT ANY age. But when it’s done to children, I find it particularly despicable.
As an MD in my native country, I saw many cases of child sexual abuse. I used to work at a third level hospital and what I saw broke my heart. Some children even needed extensive reconstructive surgery. I vowed to some day do something about it. And while I know that support for victims and their families is extremely valuable, I’m more interested in prevention.
The opportunity finally came in September 2010 when I saw a tweet from @VoiceFound on the #Ottawa feed inviting people to attend a workshop on Childhood Sexual Abuse Prevention!
I did a little research, concluded the thing was legit, and signed up for the workshop.
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A Dream, After Reading Dante’s Episode Of Paolo And Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
Back again after a short break.Sorry to have been gone(again) without leave,but I am back.:)Enjoy the song.
This one goes out to all my readers: My birthday is coming up, and the wonderful thing about that ( apart from it being a BIRTHDAY!!) is that I am finally turning 18!! Yes, the birthday i have been waiting for for so very long has finally almost arrived. To mark this important occasion, I am going to go out with my parents and drink red wine for the first time with italian food( which I love). Int he morning i shall get a streak of red hair, which I have always wanted.Readers, do give me suggestions about things to do to mark my 18th birthday. All suggestions, no matter how ludicrous and impractical, shall be appreciated and seriously considered.