I Hurt For Abused Children

The Worst Childhoods Imaginable

By: eleanorssong

Written on November 20th, 2011

Some victims of the worst childhoods imaginable never make it past their first few years, their living hells and untimely deaths often at the hands of their own parents. Little Lisa Steinberg of New York City suffered horrible abuse from her father, and because of him she never lived past her first few years. Lisa's heartbreaking story and the picture of this sweet child are burned into my memory, from the daily news articles I read following her death, to the details of her short life that I recently looked up and read on the internet. It would behoove many of you to read about Lisa. Her short life story can be found at http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/family/Lisa_Steinberg/6.html. Holidays and my birthday are only days to me. Veterans day is every day. There isn't one "holiday" that means something special to me unless it means something special to someone who is special to me. I fell in love with little angel Lisa through her short but poignant life story. I can't even write about Lisa without a chill going through my whole body. For those who wonder how anyone can exist and be a normal, happy person without holidays and gifts - hi, my name's Eleanor. Lisa and those forced to follow in her footsteps are who fill my heart this holiday season if you really want to know. I know many of you I've spoken with who still suffer as adults for going through almost the same as Lisa. And the innocent, helpless animals are always in my heart right there also. May God bless us all.

By: eleanorssong

Age: 56-60 , Female

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hillbillycrone

Thank you Ellie for reminding me of that haunting little dark haired girl, still yet~I remember her face. I remember her story, I remember seeing a clip or still photo of her sitting in a classroom....shortly before her death, I think she was wearing a striped shirt....I remember how her suffering went undetected, unreported.....that was long years ago, but, I remember it well.

The week after we lost our daughter to brain cancer, I poured myself into volunteer child advocate work, (in her honor, she had loved children, and she would never be a Mother, I felt very drawn to this work in her memory) this saved my life and saved me from deep depression and it saved me from going to bed and not getting back up~I learned many signs and detectors of child abuse, I had the honor of going to court with abused and neglected children and speaking to family court judges on their behalves. There is so much we can all do to help abused children, thank you for your story.

Feb 4, 2012
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Grakka

That is horrible how can anyone do something like that

Dec 26, 2011
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- eleanorssong
  Morgan Scott Peck, M.D., a renouned psychiatrist who also suffered parental abuse during his childhood and the author of widely acclaimed books "The Road Less Travelled" and "People of the Lie," wrote the following (I hereby paraphrase): "People who are evil attack others rather than face thier own failures. They had a choice to do good or to harm others for thier own gain. Evil people chose the latter."
  
  Dec 26, 2011
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- eleanorssong
  Such evil people, often because they don't have children to harm - and often in spite of the fact that they do, will harm other people and/or pets or other animals. As the adage goes and befits all too many cases of child abuse, "Misery loves company."
  
  Dec 26, 2011
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debbiedallas

Your story and the comments which followed made me teary.

My children are my life and the thought of anyone causing them pain and harm sickens me.

I cannot believe there is so much evil in our midst, and you people on here who have been through so much horror are the ones with the power to break the cycle of abuse that goes on in families.

Dec 23, 2011
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- eleanorssong
  And i would've loved the daughter I wanted. I just never had her because not have the money for her future and present (back wben i wass 25 would've subjected her to indigence, and because i couldn't even afford the basics, that is also abuse - and i protected her from that by never having her anyplace but in my heart and dreams.
  
  Dec 23, 2011
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- debbiedallas
  that actually made me cry :(
  
  Dec 23, 2011
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surrealreality

This is a really sad story and unfortunately many children continue to suffer and slip though the cracks and nothing is done until its too late. Poor Lisa. May this little angel rest in peace :'(

Dec 23, 2011
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aprilriver

This story really made me sick to my stomach. I can't imagine looking into a child's eyes and wanting them to feel pain. I can't stand to hear my son cry and I would do anything for him not to have to feel pain. What kind of person does it take to do that. How does a person become that way. I feel for those children I really do but there is still a part of me that feels bad for the people who have become so heartless, what must have happened to them to make them this way. Not that I am giving them an excuse or that they are not responsible but how does a person's heart become so cold, that not even a beautiful child can warm it?

It really makes my heart hurt. These kids were perfect. They had their whole life and what gives anyone the right to take that away?

Dec 2, 2011
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lunnas

the abusers like my ''wonderful mother'' had no empthy

Nov 22, 2011
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Kountrymist

It is so sad to see that people value life so little when each is so precious hugs dear ones for it is a crul world to live with such.

Nov 21, 2011
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lunnas

I just cant wrap my mind around people that abuse children

my heart just bleeds for those little children . those that hurt and abuse them may god have

mercy on thier soul, they should be shot that hurt children . they dont care the dammage they

when they take a little 2 year old year girl and ***** her down to no cloths and put a jar of big wolf

spiders in the closet with her to scare the h ell out of her . I pray god has mercy on my mother's black hearted soul . bet she didnt wonder why I lefted home at the age of 16 , what really would rip me apart is we celbrate mothers day in may , when i lefted home at 16, i never sent her a mothers day card ,till i moved back to my home state at 40 i started givign her mothers day gifts and cards we would take her out to eat . by the time we got home i was puking becalse of the bitter angerness i felted i knew i was lying telling her i loved her . i tryed to love her but it came at a high price , a woman that didnt want me hated me by the way she treated me . god rest her soul she died this passed march and i am relived not sad now i dont have to see her or even try any more for a realtionship she didnt want , when i would go see her at the age of 40 i felted like i was 10 years old , giving her gifts she always expected . so now i can breath now . peace at last . I am free in deed free at last!

Nov 21, 2011
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- eleanorssong
  as he lay dying in the hospital from a stroke at 86,he was fully conscious but knew thoose were his last days. i wasn't even going to visit him a few minutes away by car until a relative passed a nasty remark. i didn't care to visit because of the lasting pain ii still felt. not from his beatings. but from the lifelong deprivation in my soul,, in my life. warmth, family,, nurturing, protecting fromm harm, love of mom and dad. all missing, devoid for the past fifty years. that was my pain. but i stopped for a visit in my uniform after work one day. i told the nurse he said his bed was wet. she said he just thought it was. i said i love you, dad, kissed his forehead and left. wwhen i went home after his funeral, i tore and ttrashed a feww old photos of him, the masonic prayer booklet some maasons had signed over his coffin, sold hiss masonic ring to a jeweler for $45, and gave his army jacket and medals and lighter from a German POW, all things i'd once treasured, to hhis grandson. and when i dind his and mom's wedding photo, i'll cut him out of it. because she died of brain cancer loving her 116 month old Eleanor, and he trashed mama's memory by beating her little baby girl for thirteen years. in his grave, like you, i said something to Ggood, but i finally was able to realizze i WANTED to love him, but he never let me.
  
  Nov 22, 2011
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- bigzeb626
  Hurting the adult wouldn't help. It would just be what he's doing, only the other way around
  
  Mar 4
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