The prevalence of psychiatric disorders in detained youth is greater in comparison to the counterparts in the community (60–70% versus 20–25%). Youth who are detained have increased rates of psychiatric co-morbidity; ethnic and gender differences have been identified There are higher rates of psychosis, anxiety, antisocial personality disorder, suicide attempts, alcohol dependence, and drug dependence in young adult gang members in comparison to violent and non-violent men; however, both gang members and violent men had a lower prevalence of depression.
Youth gang members as a whole display a greater level of anti-authority than either peripheral youth or non-gang members. Gang-affiliated youth are often outside the bounds of the traditional mental health services and have particular needs. Because of the increased risk to exposure to violence, these youth have increased rates of post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms.
There are high levels of mental health disorders within the juvenile detention population as a whole, estimated to affect between 40–70%, including psychotic disorders, mood disorders, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, disruptive behavior disorders, and substance use disorders.
As we know, Sociopaths do not feel ‘guilt’ ‘remorse’ or ‘shame’ for their actions. If you try to think about their behaviour with a normal analysis of YOU, you will only end up confused, and at a further loss as to why they can behave this way.
Sociopaths feel a sense of superiority over their victims. Being without conscience, they do not feel bad for their actions. They do not care about your needs, or how their behaviour is affecting you.
It can be very stressful being with a Sociopath, as they are not only compulsive liars, their lying is also pathological. This means that they lie, deliberately to manipulate, con and deceive their victims, for their own benefit. It is all an act. They KNOW what they are doing, they lie deliberately to deceive you.
From your point of view, you see it that they deliberately hurt you. From…
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Abuse, neglect, domestic violence and poverty…. Basically if you grow up in the hood and from early age on all you see around you is people getting hurt, killed, abused… what do you expect? In addition to that, if you experience abuse at home it makes you feel so little, helpless, hopeless and vulnerable that you try to get away from it. Children usually form a bond with their mother. She is the first caregiver, the first human being a newborn get in contact and build a bond with. She is the first person a child trusts and depends on when it comes to protection. Second comes dad.
Now imagine mom getting beat up by dad and a little 3-4 year old sees that. What the child develops is a thinking like, if mom can’t even protect herself from the beating, how could she protect me. And at the same time you as a little dude can’t trust your dad no more either because if he beats your mom he will most likely beat you too sooner or later. And if he is and abuser, how would he prepare you for real life, without gang banging, without violence and all that. He can’t because he most likely has never learned it himself.
And if it isn’t abuse it is usually because other family members are members. It is very impressive if the older cousin is a gang member doing all the stuff your mama told you not to do. It is curiosity. It is wanting to do what the older boys do. But even that goes back to underlying emotional abuse at home. Abuse doesn’t always have to physical. It can be that your parents try to protect you so bad from the world that it make you feel so insecure and small as a child that you start looking at your older brothers or cousins or uncles and you start seeking excitement. You start wanting to experience life and you start feeling overprotected and you start trying to break free.
If someone always makes every decision for you there comes a point where you start feeling that it isn’t right-which is usually in the early teens, when you start realizing that in other families things are different and you start trying to figure out what is right and wrong and of course as a boy at 12-13 years of age you start looking at older male family members and other boys in the neighborhood. Same goes for when you are neglected at home. No matter what kind of abuse it is, physical or emotional – most boys join gangs around that age for the reasons I mentioned.
And if all this comes with poverty and being constantly told, no, you cant have this, no we cant go there, no I don’t have the money for this or that, you will go out and try to get things on your own and at 13, 14 there is only very few ways to make money fast.
Like I said in the beginning all these things can be broken down to a child developing insecurities and the idea that they are not good enough for this world. They want to be something, a part of something, they are seeking a meaning, a feeling of being important in this world and they start covering their insecurities and weaknesses by joining gangs, where they have to prove that they are somebody who deserves respect and acceptance – things they received at home.
The only problem is that if a young dude tries to cover up his perceived shortcomings and weaknesses with aggression and anger, he will develop serious mental health problems and disorders but as a young dude you don’t see that part coming. I wish something could be done about this tho.
I need help, too, at times,
but I’m afraid to call, then die,
by the hand that’s supposed
to protect me and my children’s lives.
How can I trust you when I know,
you were drilled to kill.
I’m driving my car, feeling like
I’ve just taken a suicide pill.
Can I really live freely,
when all I ever see
is how this country keeps violating my right
to be presumed innocent until proven guilty?
And whatever happened to
all humans are born free
and equal in rights and dignity?!
Am I not human to you,
is that why you shoot,
hunt me down, murder me
my sons and my daughters,
my sisters and brothers?
In my street alone
I know three mourning mothers
cuz their husbands and sons
caught bullets and cases.
I see scars on their hearts
and tears on their faces.
I live in a system
that from the very first plate,
has been offering me
poisonous pieces of cake.
with a little bit of freedom,
a few grains of truth,
a cup of false promises and
some salt for my bleeding wounds.
And yes, I ate, I was starving,
insecure and confused,
After centuries of being told
I’m just here to be preyed on and abused.
Thought of survival and hope
made me eat your cake,
Was blinded and believed
this time your offers wouldn’t be fake.
Now, here I am today,
I’m not weak, I’m not blind,
But I’m exhausted
cuz for a long, long time I’ve been trying to find
My true self, my place in this society,
which still loves to
discriminate against and hate me.
I am scared, paranoid,
don’t know where to go,
feel like I need protection
– cuz you never know.
Millions of mes feeling like
we been led astray,
And I ask you, if we traded places,
would you want me to do you the same way?
Source: Dear Mr. Police, dear society
I’m not you,
you are not me,
but I am, like you,
strong and at times I feel weak.
You get upset, angry, irrational, too,
just like me,
‘cause I’m human,
just like you.
I breathe to live,
the same a…
Source: You and me