Category: Our stories

  • I Got Flowers Today- Domestic Violence

    I got flowers today. It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day. We had our first argument last night. He said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know he was sorry and didn’t mean the things he said. Because I got flowers today.

    I got flowers today. It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day. Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn’t believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over. I know he must be sorry Because he sent me flowers today.

    I got flowers today. It wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day. Last night, he beat me up again. And it was much worse than all other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? I’ m afraid of him and scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry Because he sent me flowers today.

    I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. It was the day of my funeral.

    Last night he finally killed me. He beat me to death.

    If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers today.

    This poem is dedicated to all the victims and survivors of Domestic Violence.

    You ask, why didn’t she leave?

    I ask, why did he hit?

    Author: Paulette Kelly

     

     

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  • You Might Be An Autism Parent If…

    1. You might be an autism parent if you have to change the movie your child is watching 10 times in 5 mins because he wants to watch something else.

    2. You might be an autism parent if you watch the same film over and over again and don’t complain.

    3. You might be an autism parent if you get both hit and hugged within 5 seconds of each other.

    4. You might be an autism parent if you can’t wait for your child to go to school after a hectic weekend but miss ‘em minutes after school starts.

    5. You might be an autism parent if you would trade everything you have to spend just half an hour in your child’s mind to know how and what they’re thinking.

    6. You might be an autism parent if you find yourself using your child’s therapeutic coping strategies for yourself.

    7. You might be an autism parent if your blood boils every time you see a status update about an autistic child being bullied.

    8. You might be an autism parent if the definition of a clean house is now one that doesn’t have an overflowing bin, dishes in the sink are rinsed, and laundry is at least in a pile or in the basket.

    9. You might be an autism parent if your friends fade as your life is consumed with many therapists, teachers, doctors, case managers, intervention specialists and these people have no clue you almost feel like they are your new best friends because you spend so much time around them and the subject of conversation is your children.

    10. You might be an autism parent if a ‘good day’ means no one’s in the hospital, no one from the school called, no one from the police department is standing on your lawn and everyone’s sitting in one room without a problem.

    11. You might be an autism parent if someone walks into your house and asks if you live in a dangerous neighbourhood and you say no… the window locks, gate locks and three types of door locks are to keep my kid in… not bad guys out.

    12. You might be an autism parent if your blood boils and it

    touches a nerve whenever you hear a child with autism being

    called the ‘R’ word.

    Original author unknown

  • Missing Couple Can You Help? 2 Minute Read

    Missing Couple Roy Age 61 and Linda Reeve Age 63

    Last Seen 26th July 2018

    From Shrewsbury

    KCAF are appealing for the public’s help to locate missing couple, Roy and Linda Reeve.

    The couple, who are from the Shrewsbury area, were reported missing by relatives in the Porthcawl area on Thursday, July 26th.

    Linda, 63, who is a wheelchair user, and Roy, 61, are believed to be travelling – and possibly living in – a grey Toyota Verso, with the registration number ML16 CXR.

    The vehicle is known to have been in the Miskin and Vale of Glamorgan areas in recent days.

    Officers and family are growing concerned for the couple’s welfare, and they are urged to make contact to confirm their location and that they are safe and well.

    Anyone who believes they have any information on the couple’s whereabouts is asked to contact 101, quoting occurrence 1800281408.

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  • Questions I Would Like To Ask The McCanns

    Questions I would like to ask the McCanns about the evening of Thursday 3rd May 2007.

    1. You said you thought leaving your children alone while you ‘dined’ at the Tapas bar was like ‘eating in your garden on a fine spring evening while your children sleep upstairs’

    Can I ask how many normal people have a 120 meter long garden with a public pool plus a public pathway in the middle of it? Can I also ask of those lucky enough to have such a garden and regularly dine in it while their kids are asleep if they would dine right at the end of the garden or would it not make more sense to dine at the end near the house?

    2. You say never for an instant did you feel it wasn’t safe to leave your children sleeping alone in an unlocked and accessible apartment. The idea of an ‘abductor’ never crossed your minds. So did the thought of choking, vomiting, falling over, escaping, getting very distressed, falling I’ll, screaming, needing the loo, needing a drink, needing a cuddle, having a nightmare, did not one of those things cross your mind either? Not for one second? How long does it take to choke on your own vomit? Less than 15 minutes I would think! Was Madeleine trained in first aid? To give assistance to the twins in case of such an incident?

    3. Was Madeleine aware of where you were? If she woke up and was scared or upset or just needed you, was she aware you’d left the patio door open for her to come and find you? Would she know where to go? Wouldn’t she be scared in the dark ally trying to navigate her way to the tapas bar? Did you warn her to be careful near the pool?

    4. You said afterwards that one of the reasons you didn’t hire a babysitter was because it would mean leaving the children with a stranger, which you felt would be unwise. Can I ask did you think it was unwise because if the children woke up they would be more scared to find a ‘stranger’ in the apartment than they would to find themselves alone and abandoned? Or, as is the subtle sense I got from this statement, were you implying that your children could be at risk of abuse or neglect from such a babysitter? If that is the case then how come you were more than happy to leave the children all day everyday in the care such strangers in the creche? You seemed to have no such qualms about that arrangement? What is the actual difference may I ask?

    5. You state you would not have left the children with a strange babysitter at home either, can I ask when you were at home before this holiday, did you ever leave your children alone sleeping in their beds? With the door unlocked? Either while you were dining 125 metres away or while you popped to the shop or the local pub? If not why not? Is there a higher risk of an abductor in Rothley than in Prai de Luz? Did you believe that the children slept more soundly in Portugal than at home? What is the reason you would not leave your children alone in the same manner as you did in Prai de Luz?

    6. One thing I would really like to know if you could answer 100 per cent honestly is, while happily dining and sipping wine and cocktails in the Tapas bar, was there a moment, or perhaps a few moments where your heart constricted and jumped and a knawing worry played on your mind as a vision of your 3 babies alone in the dark crying, cold, perhaps dirty or thirsty floated around in your head. Was there a second where you wanted to jump up and shout ‘good God what am I doing here??’ Before tearing back to the apartment and flying in through the door to gather the most precious things in the world into your arms, reassuring them that you are here, you will never leave them again, and that you’re sorry, so sorry, while mentally thanking God they’re OK, they’re OK and you can have a second chance.

    7. Finally I’d like to ask if anything you told the police, your family, friends the media, the whole world, about that holiday, and in particular, that night was true?

    And if since that holiday you have ever wished you had done anything differently? Anything at all?.

    By Debbie Parker

  • Some Men Can Be So Toxic To Your Health

    Some men can be so toxic to your health. They don’t want to love you properly, but they don’t want to let you go either. The more you give the less they appreciate, and the minute you’ve had enough and decide to walk away is when they are ready to love you and treat you right.

    So you give them a chance in the hopes they’ve changed only to realise it was all fake. You find the strength to walk away once more and here he comes again proclaiming his love for you and you give in, AGAIN. A man showing anger and persistence to get you back once you try to break it of isn’t proof of love; its a knee jerk reaction.

    A man kissing your ass or making flaccid attempts to be nicer for two weeks isn’t proof that he’s trying, its proof that he knows you well enough to know how to defuse you long enough to hook you once again. Take away a toy, a little boy cries. Take away a relationship of convenience, a man cries.

    Just because he cries doesn’t mean you give him what he wants. Stop listening to what your man keeps promising and start watching what his actions actually keep telling you. A lot of you women don’t know what its like to be loved by a real man. You know lust, you know joy, you know passion and you know the fear of abandonment. Stop chasing your idea of what love should be and recognise what love IS.

    Love isn’t promising to act right after he gets caught fucking up time and time again. Love is him acting right from the start because he doesn’t want to fuck up. Love isn’t telling your grown man he needs to change so he can keep you; love is a grown man changing on his own because he cant imagine life without you.

    Written by Zac Steel

  • Have Expectations Changed For Our Children

    I’m wondering if expectations of children have changed for the next generation? When I was little holidays were at Pontins or Haven , new toys were for birthday and Christmas, summer was parks or woods or beach, clothes were second hand and passed through siblings.

    Expectation were low and everyone was happy. We were content with an hours worth of children’s tv shows, a handheld pac man game was the best thing ever.

    Playing in the street with an old ball, hours upon hours of Kerby or bull dog home, bike rides and den building, may be a dip in the river or a visit to a friend’s house, we were never really alone, friends would come knocking and adventures were had.

     Now it seems almost like we are expected to keep up with the Jones’s for the next generation. Children want more and more, they need to be constantly doing something or going somewhere, advertising is aimed at them and they expect the latest and best of everything. We would have to shop with our parents and not to moan not handed an iPad or a phone to keep us amused

    Of course we don’t have to give into this, but I don’t remember my parents or grandparents feeling all this pressure!

    May be I’m wrong and our parents did have pressure to be make us happy, but I feel I grew up grateful and thankful for all that I had.

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  • Woman Fights To Escape Attacker And Survives

    At about 7:15am Wednesday, I was walking my dog Berreta alone on our regular loop on the Platte River Trail, a short walk from my home. A man passed by me that I had recognized briefly from the day prior when I was walking with Billie.

    He didn’t make eye contact with me and I got a very strange vibe. Somehow he made it on the other side of the loop, meaning he must’ve cut through the woods somewhere knowing where I was headed. The dog and I passed him and I said excuse me. About 30 seconds later I noticed him very close behind me. I saw he had a rope in his hands and at that point he was too close to try and put any distance between us.

    He strangled me from behind and drug me into the woods about 15 feet off the trail where he removed almost all of my clothes. He continued to choke me using his hands, the rope, and with a bandana of some sort. I fought like hell and screamed my brains out, even my sweet dog tried to fight him and bite him as much as she could. He threatened to kill me, I believe to get me to stop screaming.

    I thought that this could be the end but I was not about to give up fighting for my life. He hog tied me from my neck to my wrists, then to my ankles and told me he was going to let me go but he needed to find his glasses first. He searched for them multiple times and couldn’t find them, I begged him to let me help but he said he couldn’t trust me. I somehow managed to sit up and was able to reach the knot around my ankles and free myself.

    I had no choice at that point but to run for my life as fast as I could, unfortunately without my dog. I made it to the bike path almost completely naked screaming for help. I’m so thankful there were people around that ultimately were able to protect me. A man on a bike chased him down and was able to restrain him until police arrived. HE IS IN CUSTODY.

    He is a registered sex offender and has multiple warrants out for his arrest, the detectives are very confident he won’t be seeing light of day for a very very long time, if not ever. Later I was able to find Berreta, so she is also safe at home.

    This was the worst day of my life but I knew I had to fight, it simply wasn’t my time to die. I love you all for all of the support and am feeling better today. I still feel like I got hit by a freight train but I am lucky to be in good hands today with my family and friends.

    I am putting this post up to remind each and every one of you, please be aware of your surroundings at all times. Even if you have been on your local path, your grocery store parking lot, or anywhere 100 times, danger can exist anywhere. I am lucky to be alive, so please have a plan in place to protect yourself from whatever may be out there. Be safe out there, lots of love from me!

    By Vanessa Ursini, Survivor

    ⚠️WARNING:GRAPHIC ⚠️

    Woman Fights To Escape Attacker And Survives
    Woman Fights To Escape Attacker And Survives
  • He Beat The Baby Out Of Her- Domestic Violence

    Last year it finally happened. The mother of another girl messaged me and said he’s doing it again he is hitting and beating and being abusive to her daughter. I spoke to her mum, I spoke to the girl.

    The mum was desperate to save her daughter but the girl has gone back to him again, she has been brain washed by this man she believes he won’t do it again, BUT HE WILL.

    Less than a month later I receive another call the poor girl, was beaten so badly she had to have her jaw wired, she went back again, she believed his lies, she believed she deserved it, she was wrong, no one deserves to be beaten, no one deserves to feel so worthless.

    Then it happened the worst thing possible, she became pregnant, then came the accusations that she was cheating, how she possibly could cheat when he never lets her out of his sights.

    Her loving mum called me a few months ago, the girl had got to 4 months pregnant and he became jealous of their growing fetus, he basically beat the baby out of her, she sadly lost the life that was growing inside of her, she plunged deeper and deeper into depression and ultimately took her own life.

    I speak to her mum regularly, she is understandably broken and doesn’t understand why her daughter didn’t just leave, but sometimes it isn’t that simple, sometimes woman have to have more help than just family or friends telling them he is bad.

    I wish I had done more, I wish I had referred her to the police, the Samaritans ANYONE in authority.

    If a man has beaten one girlfriend the chances are he will beat the next, please listen to others when it comes to domestic violence, be wary and listen to your instincts.

    Sender wishes to remain anonymous

  • ADHD, Take My Hand And Come With Me

    A.D.H.D.

    Take my hand and come with me,

    I want to teach you about ADHD.

    I need you to know, I want to explain,

    I have a very different brain.

    Sights, sounds, and thoughts collide.

    What to do first? I can’t decide.

    Please understand I’m not to blame,

    I just can’t process things the same.

    Take my hand and walk with me,

    Let me show you about ADHD.

    I try to behave, I want to be good,

    But I sometimes forget to do as I should.

    Walk with me and wear my shoes,

    You’ll see its not the way I’d choose.

    I do know what I’m supposed to do,

    But my brain is slow getting the message through.

    Take my hand and talk with me,

    I want to tell you about ADHD.

    I rarely think before I talk,

    I often run when I should walk.

    It’s hard to get my school work done,

    My thoughts are outside having fun.

    I never know just where to start,

    I think with my feelings and see with my heart.

    Take my hand and stand by me,

    I need you to know about ADHD.

    It’s hard to explain but I want you to know,

    I can’t help letting my feelings show.

    Sometimes I’m angry, jealous, or sad.

    I feel overwhelmed, frustrated, and mad.

    I can’t concentrate and I lose all my stuff.

    I try really hard but it’s never enough.

    Take my hand and learn with me,

    We need to know more about ADHD.

    I worry a lot about getting things wrong,

    Everything I do takes twice as long.

    Everyday is exhausting for me…

    Looking through the fog of ADHD.

    I’m often so misunderstood,

    I would change in a heartbeat if I could.

    Take my hand and listen to me,

    I want to share a secret about ADHD.

    I want you to know there is more to me.

    I’m not defined by it, you see.

    I’m sensitive, kind and lots of fun.

    I’m blamed for things I haven’t done.

    I’m the loyalist friend you’ll ever know,

    I just need a chance to let it show.

    Take my hand and look at me,

    Just forget about the ADHD.

    I have real feelings just like you.

    The love in my heart is just as true.

    I may have a brain that can never rest,

    But please understand I’m trying my best.

    I want you to know, I need you to see,

    I’m more than the label, I am still me!!!!

  • I Am Finally Coming Out, I Am Amicagender

    IM FINALLY COMING OUT

    I am Ambonec 😶😐 which means I identify as both man and women yet neither at the same time ✅

    Amicagender 🙌🙌 which means my gender changes depending on which friend I’m with ✅

    I’m also biogender 🧐🧐 which means I feel connected to nature in some way

    Caelgender 👐✅ which means I share qualities with outer space or I have the aesthetic of space, Stars and nebulas etc 👐👐👑

    DO NOT MISS GENDER ME ANYONE! I have dealt with this my whole entire life 🤙🤙 so here we go I’m finally happy in my own skin! Please respect me ZAP /ZEP /ZAM PRONOUNS ONLY!✅🤝🤝 Thanks very much

    Full credit goes to Jacob nobles

     Amicagender has also been defined as a synonym for bi gender . Ambonec:A non binary “gender identity in which you identify as both male and female, yet you also identify as neither, at the same time.” Amicagender: Coined by transmomoi in 2014. ” A gender that changes depending on which friend you’re with at the moment

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