Wildflower (1991). Television movie. One day Sammy and his younger sister Ellie happen upon a cabin where Alice, a young, partially deaf girl with epilepsy is being kept by her abusive stepfather. The three soon become friends and hope to get Alice an education and help her escape from the torture she undergoes daily. However, Alice's stepfather soon finds out about the friendship Alice has struck up and punishes her brutally. This story of friendship and youth shows that everyone is human and deserves to be treated so, no matter their disability or weakness. Director: Diane Keaton. Writers: Sara Flanigan (book), Sara Flanigan (teleplay). Starring: Beau Bridges, Susan Blakely, William McNamara.

Concrete Angel, a song by Martina Mcbride

She walks to school with the lunch she packed,
Nobody knows what she's holdin back,
Wearin the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with a linen and lace ohhh,
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask,
Bearin' the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born,

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete angel,

Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights,
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
When mornin' comes it'll be too late,

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place,
An angel girl with an upturned face,
A name is written on a polished rock,
A broken heart that the world forgot,

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete angel

A Child Called It, a book by David Pelzer

The book chronicles the unforgettable account of one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. It is the story of Dave Pelzer, who was brutally beaten and starved by his emotionally unstable, alcoholic mother: a mother who played tortuous, unpredictable games--games that left him nearly dead. He had to learn how to play his mother's games in order to survive because she no longer considered him a son, but a slave; and no longer a boy, but an "it."

Dave's bed was an old army cot in the basement, and his clothes were torn and raunchy. When his mother allowed him the luxury of food, it was nothing more than spoiled scraps that even the dogs refused to eat. The outside world knew nothing of his living nightmare. He had nothing or no one to turn to, but his dreams kept him alive--dreams of someone taking care of him, loving him and calling him their son.

Please feel free to contact Dave Pelzer for more information or to answer any questions you may have.

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Long ago a young lady names Suzanne Vega did a song called Luka

it cut off too soon

the song Luka was about child abuse and when people began to realize the song was about child abuse, they became more interested and reacted positively to her efforts and to the song. Here are the lyrics

[Chorus:]
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was [Repeat x 3]

I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore [Repeat x 3]

Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am [Repeat x 3]

[Chorus]

I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore [Repeat x 3]

Writer/s: VEGA, SUZANNE
Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed and Provided By LyricFind


http://lyrics.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=1531072

Thanks, AsTimeGoesBy. That's a great song about abuse.

Books:

The PTSD Workbook
Courage to Heal
Homecoming, Reclaiming and Healing Your Inner Child
The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog

Movies:

Georgia Rule
Antoine Fisher

Music:

Disturbed "Down With The Sickness, entire CD."
BuckCherry "Rescue Me.
FasterPussyCat "Pulling Weeds." and "House of Pain." Majority of this CD "Wake Me When it's Over"

Thank you, 1rocnfeline. The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog sounds like it is worth looking into.

I LOVE "A Child Called It"!

I remember when "luka" song came out, hearing the words brought it home. The way I grew up, with people all around, in a time when what happens inside a home was never acknowledged. The way they look at you with pity but walk away...after you have learned the hard way not to say anything, to anyone. The stern look from ----------, that tells you " It won't hurt as much if you let them walk away"
.

I'm Not Jesus by Apocalyptica featuring Corey Taylor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMLsF8ajI6U

Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers
And comb your hair
Save your soul tonight

Drift among the faithful
Bury your desires
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am

Do you remember me?
The kid I used to be
Do you remember me?

When your world comes
Crashing down I want to relive
(Good God he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there
You confess it all away but it's only shit to me
(Good god he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus I will not forgive

No I won't
No I won't

I thought you were a good man
I thought you talked to god
You hippocratic, messianic
Child abusing, turn satanic

Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
The kid I used to be
Do you remember?

Do you remember?

When your whole world comes undone
Let me be the one to say
I'm not Jesus you can't run away
And the innocence you spoiled

Found a way to live
(Good God he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus I will not forgive

I will not forgive
I want whatever you wanted
I will not forgive
I won't be whatever you wanted

Do you remember me
The kid I used to be
Not the same as I used to be
Oh do you remember me?

Noo

When your world comes
Crashing down I want to be there
(Good God he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there
You confess it all away but its only shit to me
(Good God he's looking down on me)

I'm not Jesus I will not
I'm not Jesus I will not forgive
Ohh, I will not forgive yeah, yeah
No I will not forgive

book that comes to mind: "I Can't Talk About It"
Written by Doris Sanford and Illustrated by Gracie Evans

http://www.amazon.com/Cant-Talk-About-It-Childhood/dp/0880701498

I read a book many years ago from the school library, "Don't Hurt Laurie", about a girl who is abused by her mother. It's written by Willo Davis Roberts. I remember reading it completely enthralled by the story. It's too bad the school didn't ever teach students about actual child abuse.