I KNOW WHEN TO SAY NO
I like to be touched when I walk hand in hand with my best friend.
I like to be touched when my mom kisses me good night and tucks me into bed.
I like to be touched when my brothers, sisters, and I wrestle on the rug.
I like to be touched when my dad comes home and gives me a big bear hug.
I like it when my grandma let me sit on her lap when she taught me how to sew.
I like to be touched and cuddled but not, by someone I donâ€™t know.
I do not like to be touched, by anyone on my private places. I can tell them no and quickly run away.
If anyone tries to touch me and it makes me feel strange or sad, I know that itâ€™s important to tell an adult right away.
I can say no to strangers, kids at school, and even an adult, because my body is my own.
If something happens and Iâ€™m afraid to tell my family, I know I can dial 911 on the phone.
My mom said if someone tries to touch me at school or threatens me with harm.
Scream and yell real loud, and if I need too, pull the fire alarm.
I like feeling good about myself and the feeling of being safe and well.
I have learned about good and bad touch, and how important it is to tell.
About the Author
Kay Schlagel is a 45 y.o living in Nebraska with 2 grown sons. She artist/author and an adult survivor of child abuse. See her sites at www.mdmkay.blogspot.com, www.jkdimports.com, and www.artwanted.com/mdmkay