belovedsangi:titenoute:hiddlesherethereeverywhere:pr1nceshawn: Tips That Can Save Your Kid&r
belovedsangi: titenoute: hiddlesherethereeverywhere: pr1nceshawn: Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life. THIS IS IMPORTANT When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now). I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes. Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that. Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is. DO NOT SCROLL PAST THAT. My mom set up a secret word for us to know if someone actually had permission to pick us up from school ( my bio dad was trying to send random people to the school to get us and take us away from our mother). The word was “bananas”. The school was pretty good at keeping adults who didn’t belong out but there’s always a chance they may miss one. So one day one of the other mothers comes up to me saying that she was told to come take us home. Well, naturally, I asked her what the password was. And she couldn’t tell me because she’d forgotten it. I kept hold of my little sister’s hand and ran to the front office and told them. The woman called my mom and got the password again and told me I was such a good girl and that I’d done the right thing. Fast forward a few months and it happened again only it was another mother and she couldn’t give the password. So I ran again with my sister to the front office. Well this bitch comes after us and tried to grab us and made a scene about us being difficult and “always throwing tantrums and being dramatic” ( we had never interacted with her until that point). Got to the office where she continues to do that shit and tries to forcibly take us with her. Security guard stepped up, asked me if she knew the password, I said no. He then removed her from the office and called the police. Turns out my bio dad had promised her $20,000 if she got both of us. These things save children. -- source link