A little part of me dies every time I think about child abuse, especially sexual abuse. I'm just studying for my Criminal Justice final and am reading an article on sex offenders (albeit one that questions the efficiency and need for registries and alternative measures to deal with them and ... oops, sorry. I digress.) and it just breaks my heart. Every time. Even if just discussed in a detached, clinical way, the mere mention of it sincerely makes me fight back the tears.
"40,000 images of child porn are posted every week on the internet along with the appearance of 20 new children. The appetite for babies as young as 4 months old has soared. Many of these children have been kidnapped and sold into pedophile rings."
- Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds
Sorry for the unglamorous, depressing post. I just had to get it off my chest. As I've said earlier, violence doesn't normally affect me that much because I won't let it, but something about abusing utterly helpless victims who don't understand what is happening to them or how to deal with it (especially since most are victimized by people they know within their family or friends) really REALLY disturbs me.
At least it reminds me as to why I'm studying what I'm studying, of why I want to work someplace that tries to help these kids, and motivates me to keep on with it.
"He who fights monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster.
As you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
- Friedrich Nietzsche