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Essay / Child Abuse Essay - 867
Kaleb Prudhomme5/3/2014PaperHealthChild abuse is a terrible thing to do to a child. If there was no child abuse, there would be more children on earth. Seriously, I'm not ready to be a parent yet. My baby died on the first day, which was completely an accident but still a tragedy. When I am an adult and have a child, I am not going to abuse my child. It's sad that people mistreat their children, I mean babies are so innocent. Why doesn't abortion count as child abuse, it's still alive and they still kill the baby. Child abuse should be illegal not only in America but around the world. It is just sad to think about how many children die from abuse. The most serious acts of abuse can result in death. Survivors may be left with emotional scars that can last long after the injuries have healed. Children who have been abused likely have difficulty maintaining relationships. Many of these children have low self-esteem, depression, suicidal thoughts and other mental problems. Shaken baby syndrome is a specific form of child abuse, or even regular abuse. It is the leading cause of death in the United States. A few seconds of shaking are enough to cause major brain damage or even death. Some examples of physical child abuse include locking a child under water, tying them up, burning them intensely or scolding them with hot water, throwing an object at a child, or using an object to beating a child, starving him or her or failing him. provide food to a child. Emotional abuse is a type of behavior that has negative effects on a child's emotional development and self-esteem. Ignoring a child or withholding love, support, advice, threatening, terrorizing, belittling or constantly criticizing them is considered middle of paper...a waste. Your hands were sticky, your face was covered in syrup. You even had syrup on your forehead, I don't know how you did that. I just wish I could accompany you to your first day of school. I remember the first time I changed your bedroom, I opened it and you peed all over me and I was wearing my favorite shirt. We're just walking down memory lane here. My joy of having you was that your first word was daddy. I was just rubbing it in your mother's face. I remember your first friends you made at the playground, your aunt didn't have much luck making friends. At school, your aunt's so-called friends would put their backpacks in her way so she couldn't sit next to them. When my classmates and I brought our babies to math class for the first time, she would follow the story and say welcome to the parents. It was fun having you.