Childhood Warnings In A Grown-Up World

You are never too old to heed those old words of warning, you just think you are.

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Jun 09, 2018
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Do you remember your Mum telling you not to talk to strangers, don't take sweeties from strangers and don't get into a car with strangers? They were the classic warnings. Then when we ourselves have kids we find ourselves saying exactly the same thing to our children, though nowadays it is even more important.

But when do we give ourselves this advice? When do we think we are okay and safe from such dangers and foget to heed those warnings from childhood.

Someone does not have to be a total stranger to cause havoc in your life, to create fear in a split second of inatentiveness on your part. An event this week has really brought home to me the fragility of safety. We assume that just because we are 'of a certain age' (don't you hate that phrase?) that we are pretty much safe from predators. We are not.

A friend went for a simple drink with a waiter she had been chatting to on the beach every morning. The man was okay, quiet and unasuming, he was not your obvious man-on-a-mission type at all.

Anyway this nice quiet guy drugged her drink ('slipped her a roofie' is apparently the modern terminology for this) and tried to have his wicked way with her. Luckily she got away from him and we were able to help her. Alas she had to endure the whole knock out effect of the drug and hellishly terrifying paralysis it causes but in safety of own apartment. The situation could have been a lot worse, she was lucky but so many are not.

We give these warnings to our children and to our teenagers and young adults but forget that these horrid things can happen to us too no matter what age we are. we are still vulnerable. So be kind to yourself, treasure your safety, give yourself little warnings just as you would a child because you are just as precious as they are.


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Karon Grieve

Author, presenter, mother, surviver

My degree comes from the good old university of life, all 58 years of it. I'll be writing about life (mine mostly) and how I've got by as someone who has battled depression and anxiety to varying degrees since their teens. While my view may not be yours I hope sometimes it will resonate with you.

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