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CHILD PUNISHMENT "COPY" DISCOVERY

Thus newspapers headlined the penalty to a mother Cadiz for slapping and "scrambling" his daughter for seven years. The girl made a racial slur on the masculinity of the mother's new partner was answered, impulsively by the mother, in the form of what once was called "soplamocos." Can not blame the girl acted with bad blood special because, surely, know the profound meaning and scurrilous of the term "homosexual" that, ironically, the new partner of the mother almost certainly was not given the heterosexual relationship . In any case, the news could swell the national anecdotes unless the child and mother and have just 28 months without being informed by the restraining order that this neurotic society had imposed more than 21 others involved in sentencing, with the result that mother and daughter will total four years of separation by an aggression that while any share in its execution less sympathy suffer to see the solution as vaticinábamos in this blog ( see "slap" on January 6 this year) is to separate parents and children for such long periods in which their relationship is unstructured in a manner so brutal. Pun intended, "the remedy worse than the disease."

Obviously, like many women have manipulated false allegations of abuse or sexual abuse towards their children (recommended as "fast track" by some unscrupulous lawyers to make more pension house and children automatically) to the detriment of those who truly suffer legal collapsing corridors with their leaflets. This time it was "open sky" for separated parents in order to regain custody and stop passing subsidiary pension. all without the need to invent anything. Unquestionably not have to be the case that concerns us but really, the complaint has been filed by her former partner who was in the process of separation.

Four years without contact con la madre o sin padre, igual de nocivo. Una eternidad a esas edades en que todo sucede tan rápido. Los vínculos se rompen con facilidad y tan solo queda el amargo regusto de la venganza en algún progenitor.

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Cada semana que transcurre resulta en un pequeño desafío escribir este “blog”. Si he de ser sincero, despreciando a la vanidad, la variedad de experiencias profesionales y mundanas hace difícil escoger la vivencia más rica en contenido que se pueda relatar.

Dudaba escribir entre unas y otras hasta que hace escasos días recibí la nerviosa visita de unos padres acompañados de su hijo de diecipocos años. El tema era relativamente corriente pero no por ello menos grave: un posible problema de drogas que parecía padecer el chico.

Los primeros minutos de la entrevista transcurrieron con celeridad. Padre y madre cursaban acusaciones mutuas acerca de sus respectivas responsabilidades en la patología de su hijo. Parecía evidente que algo no funcionaba entre ellos hasta que, ante la evidencia de un discurso tan incoherente, la madre me miró fijamente y me aclaró con voz ronca: “Estamos separados hace casi diez años”.

El chico, sentado en una tercera silla, permanecía como perfect guest of stone at this conversation in which he talked about but, paradoxically, was not taken into account. Half an hour later, bored with the course of the interview, I asked both parents to leave me alone with the silent teenager. The guy barely spoke and, indeed, expressed himself with difficulty. Through the door leaked the strong tone of rigid father of a policeman own nineteenth century. It seemed obvious that the teenager was not used to communicate with their fellow feeling even less understood. What had happened over the years?, How thought, What was? The time for consultation was exhausted, and for a moment, gave me the impression that everything was going to end up in a cold and confusing farewell.

always let the end the patient's demographic data: name, address, telephone, email, etc. The reason for this ritual is not to interfere with the spontaneous naturalness that almost everyone shown in the first minutes of contact. I fill in all the fields appearing in the green reflections of the computer screen. Certainly he was resigned to postpone the understanding of this case toward a future visit. When asked for your e-mail, the boy lowered and look for a moment, I saw a flash of shameful complicity in his eyes. Again set his eyes on mine and whispered, as if it were a revelation of an email that obviously I will not reveal but which was very similar to the following: manuelestoysolo @ hotmail.com. A shiver ran through my body. In an instant I learned more the case than in any previous time. A great sorrow came over my mood. When the boy left the office gave me a certain collusion. I think he knew I had just been the recipient of a small but important truth of his life.

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A SMALL ONE THOUGHT AND COMPASSION

I find increasingly disturbing how the media tends to "standardize" the views: it seems that everyone thinks similarly. Consider that certain issues are "untouchable" when discussing them. When you disagree, you tend to disqualify the other hand, not removing their arguments but in the personal. The "mass media" amplifies this ideological tune with the following idea: "if you're not with me is that you are against me." It is not necessarily so. The thought obviously do not have to be just like a basic two-way episode of "Sesame Street": "up or down" "Right or left", "black or white." We must teach our children to think and be rebellious. A put (almost) everything into question. Create new arguments that they reach similar or dissimilar conclusions.
few days ago my sixteen year old daughter saw a debate, if not an execution, a certain person missing from this TV program that had dared to comment on some aspects of the sexuality of some children. These beings of "thinking" is reinforced each other in their arguments. Moreover, at certain times, some of them seemed to overcome the other and back over contertulio still in the stage of the absurdity. He looked, sideways, my teenage daughter to see her reaction to that apparently broke down and said, "But Dad, what they say is not true. Many of my friends enjoy teasing guys who are older. " Too bad the TV is not interactive and that sometimes we are on the other side of the screen, we can not intervene directly. Not a problem of political or religious position, things just happen. The position really does not know "politically correct." Fortunately.

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Just two or three days a media I was interviewed in reference to the terrible murder of the girl Mariluz Huelva. To the surprise of the journalist opined that we had all learned something and not just about the failures and as discussed in the justice system itself but those related to the father's attitude. I think his own serenity and inner peace of a person with great inner life and a belief system active in the depths of his mind has helped him to order his pain at the worst moments of suffering. Moreover, his words steeped free of revenge but of justice have moral authority and revalued oozed their petitions to our society.

The key has been emotion compassion. That feeling just last week an American scientific magazine claimed to have located in an area of \u200b\u200bthe brain but, more importantly, he concluded that he could teach our children and that could be developed, and I quote, "as one learns to play a musical instrument. "

The father came to "not want the murderer is not a single day" of which he had suffered. That is, a sublime demonstration of empathy, namely to take the place of another. Something that, logically, the murderer never knew to do. The "empathy", that congenial intimately with another person to the point of being able to live and feel what the other have is improper psychopaths. It's a shame to have to find humans as Juan José Cortés had to happen something so terrible. Hopefully, the news were full of beings like him to know to take the place of others instead of psychopaths who, in some cases, have a stake in our daily lives and not always engage in crime.

We'll always have the pain of not seeing Mariluz grow next to a father Juan José. Who knows what kind of future awaits you at our society. At least she had a father who, probably, the murderer never had the joy of knowing. Rest in peace.