Imagine if ***highly senstive****

Theres a site we go into called imaginif they are child advocates, their job is child protection, today we do a blog called imagine if............
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Imagine if you are remembering nearly 20 years ago, imagine if you are curled up in a tight ball lying half a on a bean bag and half not, imagine if your T is stroking your hair and touching your face and gently telling you this isnt then it is now.
Now imagine if you are a little child your job is simply to hang, to hang from trees from anything to hang for hours and hours, imagine if when your arms are sore and aching you manage to go into a special place, a place from any pain a place where the grass is green, the sky is blue, the sun never fades, the ground is covered in white daises and imagine if you each time you hang can take yourself to this place far far away. Imagine if whilst she moves herself into a safe place someone else comes to take the pain, imagine if they don't have daises and daffodils and blue skies and sun, imagine if all she can feel is the weight in her arms and the ripping of her muscles from the inside out and the fear and the pain, imagine if her eyes are hollow and haunted sad and sagging like her arms. Imagine if she has no voice and cannot speak of her pain but simply can only stare and stare.
Imagine if many years later the body is bigger but the same thing occurs, imagine if this time she dangles from a tree and imagine if while she dangles there she is beaten and beaten and beaten like a pinata, over and over again. Imagine if once she is beaten beyond what is ok she is allowed to drop, her body lying crumbled in the dirt and the sludge , imagine if her body was once again kicked and bashed and her face pushed into the mud. Imagine if lying there the people left her, imagine if she got her tired broken body up and clung to trees and made her way up a hill falling every now again and she reached the top, imagine if she realised the people had left her and she clung to fences and made her way home, imagine if so beaten sometimes she could only crawl sometimes walk. Imagine if she made her way home only to find the door locked, imagine if her mother came to door and said you disgust me strip off, imagine if on a cold night you are hosed down like cattle, and imagine if you are told to dry without a towel. Imagine if once inside you slowly and painfully make your way to your bedroom only to find you have more duties to perform.
Imagine if you are lying on a beanbag and your body feels all beaten up all over again, imagine if you have someone who gently touches your face and strokes your hair and holds you in your pain. Imagine if the tears you cry you have someone who shares them imagine if this person showed you the dignity you deserved and showed it now, imagine if she did what should have been done but all those years later.
But imagine if the people who treated you like this originally were your own parents, imagine if they had left you all beaten and bloodied and bruised imagine if they had done the damage, imagine if now all those years later you rise from that beanbag and slowly take your tired heavy sad body toward a car and you sit in it and aimlessly drive home, imagine if you stop alongside the roadside and step from the car and stand there in the cold biting wind and wonder if there is a chance this gets better. imagine if you toss in your mind the right to be happy, imagine if you dont want to go home, imagine if you are feeling as broken back then as now.
Imagine if someone had found us and cleaned us up, imagine if someone had heard, imagine if someone cried our tears that day, imagine if when we crawled into the shower the next day someone gently wiped away the blood, imagine if we had parents who loved us.