Nursery Rhyme for the Abused Child

Ode to the ACE Test


There was a young girl whose ACE score was high,
I do know why her ACE score was high.
Perhaps she'll die (early).

Epigenetics spilled chemicals awry,
All because her ACE score was high.
Perhaps she'll die (early).

Neurons were murdered, synapses soon die,
All because her ACE score was high.
Perhaps she'll die (early).

Gray brain matter's lost, at what a cost,
All because her ACE score was high.
Perhaps she'll die (early).

They say she's nuts, she overreacts,
All because her ACE score was high.
Perhaps she'll die (early).

You don't grow out of childhood abuse,
Don't be so obtuse.
For some will die (early).


Take the ACE test today and remember that child abuse is a societal scourge that can kill the adult the child grows into years afterwards.

Childhood abuse isn't something you 'grow out of'. It's not forgotten or in the past. The body that received the abuse carries it within the body forever. Like chicken pox hides within the nerves of the body, only to erupt as shingles one day; child abuse resides within the cells, reducing the lifespan of the abused in newly discovered and terrifying ways.


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