Written by Kim Olver

One thing in life is certain---change. Things never stayrepparttar same. If you are hoping forrepparttar 147252 status quo, then Iím afraid you will be disappointed. Just think back to how things were five years ago and you will realize that there is so very much thatís already different in a very short time.

Iím sure there are some of you who know people who refused to adapt torepparttar 147253 computer age. I still know some ďold timersĒ who want to use word processors or even typewriters instead! Imagine. What is up with that?

Well, when change comes we have several options, some of which are more adaptive than others. Letís take a look at them.

The first option is to refuse to change or adapt to any new circumstances, just likerepparttar 147254 person who still uses a word processor. These are generally people who are afraid of change. I also think that underlying that fear isrepparttar 147255 fear of being inadequate. When change requires new learning, as it often does, some people donít think they will be able to masterrepparttar 147256 new skills so it is easier to simply renouncerepparttar 147257 changes than adapt. The problem is that these arerepparttar 147258 people who are left inrepparttar 147259 dust.

The second possibility isrepparttar 147260 slow starter. These people usually start out in one ofrepparttar 147261 first two mentioned roles---either refusing to change or anxiously running around trying to figure out what to do about it. They do not like change any more thanrepparttar 147262 next person and they resist and resist until one day, they realize thatrepparttar 147263 change may actually bring benefits. Once they see that there is a payoff for them, they fairly easily dorepparttar 147264 necessary things to adapt torepparttar 147265 change.

A third possibility is what we see inrepparttar 147266 over anxious people in our midst. You know who they are. They arerepparttar 147267 ones who are always making mountains out of molehills and have a nervous energy about them whenever confronted with a novel situation. They imagine allrepparttar 147268 possible scenarios about what could occur and seem to just go around in circles. They donít adapt torepparttar 147269 change; they just worry themselves sick over it.

The final and most rewarding possibility arerepparttar 147270 people who understand that change is a part of everything. When we stop evolving, we start eroding. These people welcome change, in fact, they frequently generate it. They realize that change is what makes things happen. Change propels us forward. These people are quick to makerepparttar 147271 necessary adaptations and sufferrepparttar 147272 least fromrepparttar 147273 inevitable.

Sexual Abuse. A Story From A Survivor.

Written by Fatimah Musa

Uncle Liam was very kind to me again. He gave me more candies when I went to his grocery shop. He always did. But I did not understand why he likes to touch and pinch my cheek.

My visit to Uncle Liamís shop was quite frequent. He has a daughter about my age and we played together a lot. Mom and dad got to know him because he wasrepparttar friendly neighborhood grocery shop owner who always treated his customers well. He even sent orders right at our doorsteps.

Itís been three years since I moved to this part ofrepparttar 147251 country with my mom. Dad was away working in another foreign land and he thought that it would be best that we stayed somewhere close to my grandma.

That day Uncle Liam told me that his wife would be away to her motherís house for many days. They are going to have another baby and she wants her mother to take care of her duringrepparttar 147252 confinement period. I did not know what it meant but it did not matter.

He asked whether I would like to keep his daughterís company and spend a few nights so that we could play, have fun and sleep together. After getting momís permission I was happy to be spending lots of time with my friend, Maria.

There was no bed lamp in Mariaís room. The only light was fromrepparttar 147253 rays that penetrated throughrepparttar 147254 translucent window shutters. I was not afraid though, just not used to her room. But sleep came finally.

And then I was awakened and saw this figure above me. He looked like Uncle Liam. He put his index finger on his lips, a gesture that I guessed was to tell me to keep quiet. Then he lifted me and carried me to another room. He laid me down and neither of us said anything. He pulled down my pajama pants, unbuttoned my blouse and touched me.

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