In the world of parenting, where dirty diapers are as common as cuddles, a new concept is shaking things up: seeking permission from babies before changing their nappies. It’s a notion that has sparked both curiosity and controversy, leaving many scratching their heads in disbelief.
Enter Deanne Carson, a self-proclaimed authority on sexuality education. In her bold claim, she suggests that parents should initiate a dialogue of consent from the very beginning of their child’s life. While it might sound unconventional, Carson argues that even infants can benefit from a culture of consent.
During a notable appearance on ABC, Carson shared her insights on instilling this concept in early childhood. She emphasizes the importance of non-verbal cues, particularly eye contact, in conveying the message that a child’s input matters. While it’s true that newborns can’t verbally respond, Carson suggests that a moment of anticipation, coupled with non-verbal communication, can lay the foundation for a respectful relationship between parent and child.
‘Sexuality expert’ says parents should ask for baby’s consent when changing nappies.
But as with any controversial idea, there are skeptics. Many online voices question the practicality of seeking consent from a baby who can’t comprehend the situation. Some even jest about the absurdity of expecting a verbal response from a newborn.
In the midst of this debate, another parenting guru, John Rosemond, throws his hat into the ring, arguing against the seemingly innocuous act of high-fiving children. According to Rosemond, such gestures undermine parental authority and respect, setting the stage for a lack of discipline in the future.
And what happens when baby says no? Do it anyway? Whoa now there is the real problem
— Glenda 🍃🌻🍃 (@TweetsbyGlenda) May 10, 2018
Either she has never wrestled a toddler during a change or worse, she just left hers in a shitty nappy until it was ready to consent. OMFG.
— Michael Lyten (@lytening67) May 11, 2018
— -@[email protected] (@feather1952) May 10, 2018
In a world where every parenting decision seems to carry weight, these discussions shed light on the complexities of raising children. From consent in diaper changes to the appropriateness of high-fives, every action and interaction plays a role in shaping the parent-child dynamic.
So, what’s the verdict? Are we overthinking parenting, or are these conversations vital for nurturing respectful relationships? As the debate rages on, one thing remains clear: parenting is anything but simple. It’s a journey filled with surprises, challenges, and yes, even dirty diapers. But through it all, one thing is certain – the quest for understanding and improvement never ends.
I Installed a Hidden Camera After My Daughter Started Behaving Strangely
Mothers have instincts, and mine was screaming at me that something was wrong. My daughter, Beverly, had started acting differently, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that my mother-in-law, Cheryl, had something to do with it. Desperate for answers, I installed a hidden camera—and what I uncovered shattered my world. Lies, manipulation, and betrayal ran deeper than I ever imagined.
A Seemingly Innocent Offer
Life had been running smoothly, or so I thought. My husband, Jason, and I worked full-time, and our four-year-old daughter, Beverly, was thriving at daycare. Then, out of the blue, Cheryl made an offer that seemed too generous to refuse.
“Why don’t I take Beverly on Wednesdays?” she suggested over dinner. “It’ll give her a break from daycare and allow us to bond. It’ll be good!”
Cheryl and I had never been particularly close. She had always been polite, but there was an unspoken tension between us. Still, she was family, and I wanted to believe she was acting in good faith.
At first, everything seemed fine.
But then, Beverly started changing before my eyes.
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Strange Behavior Begins
It started with little things.
“I only want to eat with Daddy, Grandma, and her friend today,” she said one evening, pushing away the meal I had prepared.
My stomach tightened. “Who’s Grandma’s friend, sweetheart?”
She just smiled secretively and sipped her juice.
Then came the bedtime whisper that made my blood run cold.
“Mommy, why don’t you like our friend?”
My gut clenched. “Who told you that?”
She hesitated before saying something too rehearsed for a four-year-old. “Our friend is part of the family, Mommy. You just don’t see it yet.”
A shiver ran down my spine. Something was happening—something I couldn’t see.
A Gut Feeling I Couldn’t Ignore
The next time Cheryl visited, I casually brought it up.
“Has Beverly made any new friends? At daycare, maybe? She keeps talking about someone.”
Cheryl barely looked up from her coffee. “Oh, you know how kids are. Always making up imaginary friends.”
Her voice was too smooth. My gut told me she was lying.
That night, I made a decision I never thought I’d have to make.
I installed a hidden camera in the living room.
By lunchtime on Wednesday, my hands were trembling as I checked the footage.
At first, everything seemed normal. Bev played with her dolls while Cheryl sipped tea.
Then, Cheryl glanced at her watch.
“Bev, sweetheart, are you ready? Our friend will be here any minute now!”
My heart pounded.
“Yes, Gran! I love her! Do you think she’ll play with my hair again?”
Her.
Cheryl beamed. “If you ask her nicely, I’m sure she will. And you remember, right? What we don’t tell Mommy?”
Bev’s voice was impossibly sweet. “Yes. Not a word to Mom.”
My stomach dropped.
Then, the doorbell rang.
Cheryl smoothed her clothes and opened the door.
And I saw her.
Jason’s ex-wife, Alexa, stepped inside.
The Shocking Truth Unfolds
Beverly ran straight into her arms.
I don’t remember grabbing my keys. I don’t remember the drive home. One moment I was watching my world fall apart on my phone screen, the next, I was storming into my house.
There they were—Cheryl, Alexa, and my daughter—sitting together like some twisted little family reunion.
Alexa turned to me, startled. “Oh. Hi, Martha. I didn’t expect you home so soon.”
She said it casually, as if she belonged here and I didn’t.
“What the hell is she doing here?” I demanded.
Beverly looked up, confused. “Mommy, why are you ruining the union?”
Union? Reunion? I didn’t understand.
Cheryl sighed, as if all of this was exhausting for her. “You always were a bit slow, Martha.”
“What union? What is my child talking about?”
Alexa shifted uncomfortably. “Look, I—”
“Shut up,” I snapped. To my surprise, she did.
Cheryl smirked. “Alexa is the one who was meant to be with Jason. Not you, Martha. You were a mistake. And when Jason realizes it, Beverly should already know where her real family is. Alexa won’t just dump her at daycare. She’ll stay home with her.”
Alexa wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“You manipulated my child, Cheryl! You made her believe I didn’t matter—that we were both replaceable!”
Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “Well, aren’t you?”
Something inside me snapped. If my child hadn’t been in the room, I don’t know what I would have done.
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A Mother’s Vow
I turned to Alexa. “And you? Why? You left Jason! What do you even want?”
She swallowed. “Cheryl convinced me Beverly should know me. That maybe, if Jason and I…”
I took a step forward. “If you and Jason what? Got back together?”
She didn’t answer.
I turned back to Cheryl. “You’re never seeing Beverly again.”
Cheryl tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “My son will never allow that.”
I met her gaze, cold and unwavering. “Oh, we’ll see.”
I scooped Beverly into my arms. She didn’t fight me, but she was confused. And that broke me more than anything else.
As I held her close, I made a promise.
No one would take my daughter from me.
Not Cheryl. Not Alexa.
And if Jason wasn’t on my side? Then not even him.
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