PLEASE PLEASE READ AND COMMENT... Do you feel the same way?

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ. Let me know what you think:

As many of you are aware, this is an election year. The year people vote for a new President. This means it is time for the candidates to speak of the Dream Act again. This is the time they take it out and dangle it over our heads hoping it will give them enough votes from the Hispanic community, and in the process, they give us hope that maybe this year it will finally pass.
What does this mean for me? To me it means it’s time to hit the drawing board again. This past week I have been preoccupied, silently thinking what can I do to help get the work out about the Dream Act? Who can I contact? Who will listen and help me and others like me? Who will give us a voice? This past week I’ve hardly gotten any sleep, literally thinking 24/7. Wondering what can we do this year to get our message across?
Since I can remember, I’ve been posting my story to anyone who would listen. I emailed the White House about a decade ago. I’m still waiting for an answer. I posted on immigration message boards. I’ve commented on many forums asking for help, spreading my story, only to end up back where I started. I thought, “Maybe I can make a short video about my struggles as an undocumented person.” I went on YouTube and found a bunch already made. Then I thought, “Maybe I can write a poem or a short story about my life.” Once again, I went online and found a great website with very moving, touching stories similar to mine. Finally I thought, “I’ll create a Facebook page where everyone can share their stories and hopefully the right person will stumble upon it and help us out.” So that’s what I did…. But so far zero followers and only 2 likes, one of them me. But not any of our attempts have helped us get our Dream Act yet.
How frustrating! How can we help others understand exactly what it is we’re going through? How can we help them understand how much the Dream Act means to us?
Being undocumented has left me feeling WORTHLESS and FLAWED. UNWANTED by both my native country and by the country I’ve grown up in and have always called home. More times than not I’ve felt ISOLATED and REJECTED. Everywhere I go I am PUSHED AWAY! Because I don’t have a social security number I cannot obtain a license, I cannot obtain a decent job, I cannot obtain scholarships or loans for college, I cannot even obtain an ID. I find myself living under STRICTER AND MORE UNREASONABLE EXPECTATIONS than others. I must drive exactly the speed limit. I must obey every street sign and street light 100% of the time and even then I know I can still get randomly pulled over by a cop. Where others get warnings and tickets I get the risk of deportation or getting a bad record, thus, affecting my chances of ever becoming a legal immigrant. I feel completely USELESS, POWERLESS, and WORTHLESS. I have asked for help and I have been REFUSED HELP. Still, I continue pleading my case online, posting my story wherever I can, hoping somebody will listen and help. Instead, I go back the next day only to find DEMEANING comments and comments RIDICULING my pleas. CRITICIZING, INSULTING, and HUMILIATING me.
How many of you can use the words in ALL CAPS to describe how you feel now and in the past? One day you’re an innocent child and then next day you wake up and realize exactly what it means to be an illegal immigrant in the United States. We each carry these SCARS inside of us and with every passing day they deepen and multiply.

If people could see our scars… If we showed them on the outside… Everyone would be more empathetic to our situation. This situation of living as illegal immigrants can be compared to a child who has been emotionally abused. There is only one difference. In a typical abused child, the abusers can be parents or other family members, caregivers such as teachers or babysitters, acquaintances (including other children), and (in very rare instances) strangers. In our case, our abusers are ALL OF THE ABOVE. There is not one abuser, but many. Spread throughout the country. We never know who’s going to “hit” or when it’s going to happen. We live in constant vigilance, always looking over our shoulders. Who’s going to attack us? Could it be the newscaster on tv, a neighbor, our postman, the person sitting behind us at the movies, or even a close friend? The worst part is that they have no idea how much they are hurting us.

Through no fault of our own, we have undeniably become EMOTIONALLY SCARRED. We remain stuck in limbo living in such a great country and yet unable to take advantage of all the opportunities it has to offer. We see people working hard to achieve their hopes and dreams and then we see ourselves working hard to achieve our hopes and dreams. Except we constantly face impossible hurdles along the way leaving us at a complete stand still. What do we do now? What CAN we do? At this point all we can do is remain in limbo until someone steps up to help us.

Please help us. Please help the scars go away. Please help us heal. Please give us a cure. Please pass the Dream Act!

We came not by choice. Always called this our Home. Been waiting in limbo. We have unseen scars. We’ve suffered enough. Please give us our cure. Please pass the Dream Act.

This website state, ”Surprisingly, psychological or emotional abuse of a child can have more long-lasting negative psychiatric effects than either physical abuse or sexual abuse...”
"Emotional abuse cuts to the very core of a person, creating scars that may be far deeper and more lasting that physical one"

http://​www.healthyplace.com/a...child-neglect/

HOW CAN I GET THIS OUT? Do you feel the same way?

I don't know how old you are, but you sound very young. Most of us have been living with these issues for years, so welcome to the boat. Just because your citizen friends get to go to college, apply for jobs, and get financial aid, doesn't necessarily mean we all do. Life is tough, and we have to learn to live with it. Remember that people in other countries are in a much worse situation than us. I don't believe you understand what truly "EMOTIONAL SCARRED" means. Please stop making it sound as we have been mentally abused and tortured.

I have talked to many (citizens) people about their view on immigration, and especially their views on dreamers. Many tell me that they understand dreamers' situation, however this country cannot support all the immigrants of this world, and passing any measure such as the dream act will only encourage more illegal immigration. I am unable to give any reasonable rebuttals, except telling them they should be more kind to individuals such as us.

Now, I understand that you want to say that coming here was not your fault. However, don't push the blame onto your parents. They did what they thought was best for the family, and for that I don't blame them one bit. I, personally, believe they are equally deserving for an opportunity to obtain legal status as they have shown they truly want to be here to advance in life.

My point is don't exaggerate your situation, and blow it out of proportion to reality. Have some dignity, and know that even as an undocumented individual, you have many opportunities to better your life in this country.

Dr. Phil

Wow! I'm sorry, but I am not young anymore. I am also not blaming my parents. I came here when I was 2. I'll be 29 next month. I watched my high school friends go on to college and graduate. I actually joined them for a year. My parents helped me pay for it, and I left them broke. I was forced to quit. It really gets to me because I am smart. Last time I checked my IQ was in the 130's. Had I remained in my country of origen I would've done great things and I would have found a way to come here legally. Instead I am forced to work with bosses who are middle school and high school drop outs. It is extremely frustrating. I have a true passion for the healthcare field and there is no doubt in my mind that I could have made, and could probably still make a great doctor IF I ever get the opportunity.

As for as being emotionally scarred because I am an illegal immigrant. I can assure you that I am. If I were to go to a psychologists and tell them how I feel (and by the way, one of my former high school friends is a psychologist), they will tell me I am scarred. I carry these scars deep inside me and I never let anyone see them. But let me assure you, they ARE there.

I don't know how old either of you are (LDreamer and cooltalker). But when you've suffered through this for more than 20 years, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you've NEVER felt any of those feelings.

I have a sister 3 years younger than me. She filed for me as soon as she turned 21, that was back in 2006. The line is very long. With any luck, I'll be a resident by the time I'm in my 40's! I recently checked with our attorney and they are barely processing applications from 1996.

I will eventually become a resident. But will it be too late then? Why not give me the chance now?

So are you for or against the Dream Act? Do the (citizens) people understand that the Dream Act does not apply to "all the immigrants of this world" but just to the ones that got here before they were 16?

I'm a woman by the way...

What would be the right way to deal with this situation then?

I am not relying on my sister's petition. It is merely a "plan Z" in case every single other effort fails. My best option at this moment is the Dream Act. I'm trying to look at it from different views. Trying to figure out how to get them to understand how much this means to us and how deprived we are.

The most important thing for you to realize is that you are not alone. I know you know this, but realize we are all fighting for the Dream act to pass. Whether it is in front of a court house with a sign, on the internet spreading knowledge and decreasing ignorance, or the hardest fight, the fight against the hopeless feeling, the impending doom, the sadness. Just know that we fight with you. We are not alone. People like Senator Durbin, who have been enlightened and have not only the power to help us, but the will. Find his number and give him a call. Thank him. His office will listen to you. I understand you are scarred, and some of us don't even realize we are, it truly is surreal how life seems perfect until you hit an invisible wall. I may have many limitations here, I may not legally belong here, but I love this place and I can't imagine living anywhere else. I would give up my life for the people I have met here, for the people I have lied to repeatedly, for their freedoms. Well I'm tired so I'll stop there, but keep fighting, and limit the blame, and let the encouragement deluge.

It seems that you haven't read carefully. As I stated, I am going through the same things as you, so why would I be against the dream act?

Let me reiterate what I posted previously: "passing any measure such as the dream act will only encourage more illegal immigration." I have actually gotten into an argument with someone in attempt to explain that the dream act only applies to people ALREADY here; however, I was unable to convince the other party, since they strongly held the belief the dream act encourages illegal immigration.

To clarify, it really pains me as well that I cannot explain people our situation, or have a solid and convincing rebuttal to their arguments.

In light of the fact that you are a women, let me tell you that as a man I have been unable to provide for myself or my parents. Actually, I have to rely on my parents constantly. As a man, this is very distressing.

However, I have seen situations worse then mine. I had a 27-year-old friend who STILL lives with his parents, and could not even pay $1,000 for his tuition. He had to ask his mother to pay his tuition. The fact that he was a citizen caused me grieving disappointment in him.

So how is my situation better? Well for one, I am only 19. And two, I work and manage to pay my own tuition, and some of my rent. For the rest of my expenses, I have to rely on my parents.

Hang in there, sis. You have to be psychologically strong to persist in this ugly game of patience and suffering. The victory will eventually come. Just do your best to be strong. Find your sources of motivation. It's no good to sit around being depressed. You will go nuts.

My major source of motivation is my mom. She was really impoverished when she was little. On the side of that, her parents were very abusive pricks. So, I picture my mom when she was little. I picture my b**** a** grandma hitting her head with a rifle, sticking her head in buckets of water to point that she nearly drowns . . . I picture my mom as a hungry5 year old child getting kicked in the face with a steel toe boot by her alcoholic dad just for demanding food. And, I say to myself. "My mom has suffered all her life. I have to be someone. I have to give her that gift . . . . I have to give her that joy."

Where's the 'like' button. Lol.