It's like reading a list of symptoms of aspergergs put into creative writing building up to the unveiling of the twist.

A good depiction of anger turned inwards that is depression - the weeps of soul without comfort, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction.As I stared at the screen praying to see the flicker of a heartbeat, I knew deep down inside that it wasn’t going to happen. I am sending it to Beebs but if you wanted it i would be happy for her to send it to you when she is finished. I gathered my belongings, got dressed, and sat in the waiting room to find out what the next steps would be.

Truthfully I am naive to the fact that this is happening in the world and for him, by his own sickening family. The horrible abuse that Joe went trough is so incredibly heartbreaking and cruel, I truly didn't know that children could be treated this badly. To start off I want to say that this book was very hard to read, and I had to make a extremely hard decision as to if I wanted to finish it.

Then I read some reviews on the book, and I was horrified as to how some people said that it wasn't completely true, and that it was unbelievable. As she maneuvered the device inside of my body, hoping to find the fetus that was there 4 weeks prior.

I was depressed for over a year, wanted to die, and always cried, and then I couldn't do it anymore. Hiding in small groups afraid to let the world know that we experienced loss and in one of the most gruesome ways possible.It is beyond heartbreaking to come to the realization that there are more people out there that do this to innocent children than most of us ever imagined. Like many others, I'd liked for those monsters to pay for what they did, but I guess unless you've been under such circumstances, we can't possibly get what was going on inside Joe not to do so. Very difficult read just because of the subject matter (I'll be honest, I cried quite a lot), but I pushed through and finished it because it was so compelling, especially since Joe went on to have a family of his own, despite the hardships he's faced, whom he treasures and doesn't treat in the horrific way he was treated as a child. The title caught my eye because that is what I say to my therapist that I only cry silent tears, but he tells me that isn’t crying.

I started to wonder, could she not see what was going on or was she just grateful that this one child graced them with her presence.I really hope all of us will eventually find a trusting, safe environment where we can be vulnerable without feeling guilty, judged or inadequate. I am astounded to be reminded how little child welfare really did for children as recent as the 80's. I'm the girl who goes into the bathroom to cry the tears I've held back for so long and then walk out like nothing ever happened. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge.