ALIA STORY (A short video clip of what HHCI fight for) movie produced and directed by Nuhu Dalyop films

“There is something about being loved and protected by a parent (or guardian) knowing that I can be loved for who I am, not what I can do, or might one day become. Unfortunately it’s not usually like this in every single situation. From time to time, my parents made mistakes during my childhood. Possibly I was the mistake, or unwanted. But I don’t know. I had every material thing that I could have ever wanted, but there was still something missing, as if I felt distanced from my parents, or misunderstood, in the ways that they treated me. At times, I had felt completely loved and accepted by my parents, but for one reason or another, they were unable to care for me, provide for me, in some ways that would have been very important. Sometimes I feel like I am trying to make up for the experiences in life that were absent when I was a child.” 

- by Jonathan

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as parents/caregivers loads of responsibility is embedded on us , for the proper care of our children, make no lose of this responsibilities, to a sure us a brighter tomorrow for our children.

 kindly report a case of any child's cruelty, violence, neglect and abuse.

hhcichildren@gmail.com

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WELCOME TO THE HAPPY HEALTHY CHILDREN'S INITIATIVE BLOG PAGE

HELLO FRIENDS,

You are welcome to the proper blog page of HHCICHILDREN,

This program is focused on an integrated approach of rehabilitating and empowering abused children. It involves creating awareness about the prevention of abuse, identifying abused children, understanding the root causes, taking detailed information for each case history (establishing timelines, identifying perpetrators and their relationship to the abused persons.

It involves handling the physical, emotional and psychological trauma associated with abuse, providing intervention and pattern interrupts to reframe the gestalt of Fear, Hurt, Anger, Sadness, Guilt and Shame).

It also entails collaborating with other third parties in the child’s circle of influence, such as parents, guardians, peer-group, mentors etc. in order to develop practical steps that will prevent further abuse, creating safe spaces and a network of trusted professionals whom the affected children may speak with in confidence.

Overall, it is about moving children from being victims to being survivors with the requisite coping and resilience skills. And also engaging, educating and empowering parents and childcare providers on the triggers, signals and proper care of abused children.

Dear friends, it will be our pleasure, for you to direct and link us to victims you know, and trust us for secure privacy and confidentiality.

CHEERS 

HHCICHILDREN

The Gardens Of Ailana

 From “The Gardens of Ailana”, a fiction largely based around adults still traumatized by having been abused as children, in the name of their parents’ religion.” 

By  Edward Fahey,

“Paulette awoke with an ache in her heart, a grinding in her gut. If there really was a God, why would He have let anyone put a child through that? …
She had survived, but at what cost? She was an itinerant professor, living in her head, not her heart. She had broken away, but abandoned her sister; hadn’t contacted her family in years.
Paulette wondered what she was looking for in these weekend workshops. Absolution wasn’t on the curriculum. What could she possibly hope to accomplish? To be a healer you need to connect with people. You need to touch, and let yourself be touched. And not just with your hands.
Watching these nurses, she envied them their friendships. Here were real buddies truly caring about each other, taking jabs, sharing private jokes and fears. She’d never had that. Even witnessing it from across a room, or a yard, only made her feel that much more lonely.
She got along with people well enough. Agreed with whatever they said, watched their pets, helped them move from one apartment to another. But no one really knew her.
Paulette had never been flush with self-confidence. People took that as humility, but humility isn’t painful and crippling. She hadn’t yet learned that humble and self-destructive aren’t the same thing at all. They’re not even on the same team.
And now here she was at a workshop for healers. Had she come here to heal; or to be healed?
It was one of those warm, charming days that write poems about themselves, and then settle these very softly into your mind. Paulette sensed what felt like a rain-laced breeze stirring her soul; sodden, and yet beautiful; laden with both the dismal, and the promising.