Could Humpty Be Put Together Again

Having a master's caste in psychology and working as a consultant in schools, Lora likes to share her noesis to enhance others' lives.

The Life Long Judgement of Emotional Abuse

This poem is about emotional abuse and the long lasting damages it can accept on a child'due south life all the fashion through adulthood and even beyond. I take a friend who was the victim of emotional abuse for many years. Her father was very disquisitional of her and and would consistently say derogatory things to her fifty-fifty though she was a good student and never transgressed the many rules that he devised for her and her sisters throughout their childhood and boyhood. She couldn't delight him no matter what she did. His very authoritarian treatment of his children led to the creation of this poem. Instead of being a male parent, he acted more than like a male monarch and his children were his subjects. Unfortunately, his wife became an accomplice as she would keep with his barbarity and brutality, even if it meant sacrificing some of her children's emotional well-being.

Unfortunately, my friend, always struggled with her identity, trying to discover who she was and where she belonged. She expressed that she always felt fragmented and that she couldn't actually observe her path in life. She felt similar she was drifting throughout her life- like a boat in a sea that had no management but just floated wherever the waves took her.

Sadly, all of his children suffered in one way or another. Several identified with his ambitious style and became bullies to two of the other sisters, and none of the sisters could ever course strong emotional bonds with one some other, preventing them from giving each other the emotional support that they all needed, especially my friend who felt so cleaved inside.

Children practise amend in families where parents aren't so authoritarian in the way that they interact with them. Setting rules for children'due south beliefs is essential merely acting like a dictator and insisting that the kid has no rights other than carrying out the parents' wishes and beingness very critical of them can lead to children who become very insecure virtually themselves and develop emotional problems. Raising our children in this manner, is contrary to what we all need on a basic level and that is- a certain amount of personal freedom. Perhaps this is why children raised in such a rigid surroundings develop psychological and behavioral problems and are always plagued with feelings of inadequacy and crippling self-uncertainty.

All of the children raised in this disciplinarian household became shadows of what they could have been equally children need bailiwick, applied correctly, just not humiliation and ridicule, nor punishment for not living upwardly to a parent's perfectionist standards. Children tin never reach their full potential and i.e. have their psychological growth stunted in such an environment; just as people thrive in a democracy where we have liberty and sure rights as individuals rather than i ruled by an authoritarian government at the expense of personal freedom.

Humpty Dumpty Couldn't Be Put Together Once more

Once at that place was a kingdom with its rex,

so high was he.

He reigned twoscore years-

give or accept 3.

He had five daughters

and a queen you come across.

The daughters were the subjects,

and the demands he exacted

were not bad to be.

Oh, he ruled with an iron fist,

and the queen she joined him,

steadfast, in every wish

every bit he bullied and prodded

with his vainglory quest,

merely she would not deny him

not one single asking.

Only at that place was one girl

who questioned his iron dominion,

and he went after her feelings of self-worth.

The queen, she acted like a simple fool,

repeating his insults of abuse

from his place of kingly throne,

all the while, him gloating

in his deprecating mirth.

Oh, how he would go on near her,

not ever amounting to anything,

while the other daughters were mute...

the canis familiaris cowered in fear

as he had been kicked frequently by this male monarch

who by his queen was idea to be and then dear.

And he would rant on and on

at his daughter who wouldn't

make his dreams come true,

and he would slay her inside;

just as his imaginary enemies

must be taught to serve this king,

in total submission-

such penalties, he idea,

were deservedly due.

His queen, unquestioningly,

shared this view.

And 1 twenty-four hours, the daughter

left to make her path outside the palace.

But she felt like a puzzle

with a missing slice,

and she couldn't its whereabouts retrace-

somehow, it had been irretrievably misplaced.

The queen could never offer her

whatsoever consolable words;

for the male monarch, he was majestic and divine.

And for the rest of her life,

she felt so utterly disgraced.

Her existence was somehow effaced.

Yes this daughter, a princess no less,

tried and tried to find her way,

and one day, she split into many pieces some say.

Somehow the pieces but wouldn't fit,

effort hard as she may.

She saw her female parent standing in the nursery;

over her bed, she smiled

and shrugged her shoulders,

and then dismissively.

Equally her daughter's crib gently swayed,

she could hear her say...

"Yep all the king'due south horses and all the rex's men

couldn't put Humpty together once more."

-Lora Hollings

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