So when I returned home 3 weeks ago from the States, I was told of the news. I was shocked, but I was even more appalled by something else, and today I just feel immensely terrible, knowing that I could have gone against the adult’s wishes and probably done something about it, and yet I didn’t.
Technically what they were doing wasn’t wrong – I knew where they were coming from, but it was wrong to me. It just didn’t fit in with my way of thinking, especially not after a whole semester of Communication Ethics – dealing with ideas of telling or withholding the truth; trying to understand that there is no one right way to do things and you just got to stick to your own ethical code.
It happened once then, and then it happened again, just last weekend and again last night. Why? Why did you all let all these happen?
Now it’s all too late, and it’s not about whose fault is it. It’s not a finger-pointing-blaming game.
It’s not anyone’s fault, really. I can understand the true intentions, I can understand that sometimes, even when we have all grown up, our parents still see us as young children – they don’t want us to worry, they don’t want us to get hurt. But what’s wrong with worrying, with getting hurt? It’s all part and parcel of growing up.
And then I got angry, even when I wasn’t the one who’s supposed to feel that way.
Just when are we going to be taken seriously? Just when will you all trust us enough to be able to take charge of our emotions, to make logically sound decisions and to do what’s best for ourselves? Why do you all just assume that the decisions you make are necessarily good for us? Because no, at the end of the day, even if we are still young, we are capable of making wise decisions for ourselves.
Please, please just have this little ounce of faith in us, that we are finally adults and we are mature enough to know exactly what we want and what we need to do. Please stop treating us like we were the young kids back then that wasted water, washing the dirt off our teletubbies’ faces. Please understand that we want to share both the good and the bad, the happiness and the burden with you too.
And after all the that’s been done, everything now is just a mistake that can never be erased, because it’s too late. And you can’t imagine the horror this poor girl has to live with for the rest of her life.
I’m upset – over what has happened and the poor decisions that the adults have made.
No one should have to go through this. Definitely not her. And I feel so helpless because I can’t do or say anything to make things better. I feel terrible but it’s nothing, nothing at all compared to everything she is feeling right now. I know it for sure even though I’ve yet to break my silence.
So please, we’ve grown up. Please treat us the same way you would want us to treat you too.