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  • Husband Blindfolds Wife And Cuts Off Her Fingers

    ‘I’ve got a surprise for you’: Husband blindfolds his wife…. and then chops off her fingers to stop her studying for a degree. A jealous husband is facing life in prison after chopping off his wife’s fingers because she began studying for a degree without his permission.

    Rafiqul Islam, 30, blindfolded his wife Hawa Akhter, 21, and taped her mouth, telling her he was going to give her a surprise present.
    Instead he made her hold out her hand and cut off all five fingers. One of his relatives then threw Ms Akhter’s fingers in the dustbin to ensure doctors could not reattach them.

    Husband Blindfolds Wife And Cuts Off Her Fingers
    Husband Blindfolds Wife And Cuts Off Her Fingers

    Mr Islam, who is a migrant worker in the United Arab Emirates, had warned his wife there would ‘severe consequences’ if she did not give up her studies.
    ‘After he came back to Bangladesh, he wanted to have a discussion with me,’ Ms Akhter told The Times.
    ‘Suddenly, he blindfolded me and tied my hand. He also taped my mouth saying that he would give me some surprise gifts. But, instead he cut off my fingers.’

    Mohammed Saluddin, the Bangladesh police chief said that Mr Islam had confessed after he was arrested in the capital, Dhaka, and will face charges of permanent disfiguration.
    Human rights groups are demanding life imprisonment.
    ‘He was enraged. He was jealous because while he only had a grade eight standard education, she was off to college to pursue higher studies,’ said Mr Saluddin.
    Ms Akhter says she is learning to write with her left hand and is determined to resume her studies. She is now back at her parent’s house.
    The attack is the latest in a series of acts targeting educated women in the Muslim-majority company.
    In June, an unemployed man gouged out the eyes of his wife, an assistant professor at Dhaka University, apparently because he could not stand her pursuing higher studies at a Canadian University.

     

  • Dad Tearfully Kisses Daughter Goodbye

    If there is such a thing as mother’s instinct, a mum named Sanda Alibabic doesn’t have any of it.

    The Slovenian woman, along with her new boyfriend Mirzan Jakupi, are now being accused of murdering her daughter.

    Alibabic decided to leave her husband, Senad Kardasevic, last year to be with Jakupi. This left the divorced couple co-parenting their little daughter, Arina.

    Dad Tearfully Kisses Daughter Goodbye

    Meanwhile, Alibabic and Jakupi moved in together. A short while into their new arrangement, Kardasevic began to notice bruises, scratches and marks on his daughter.

    Of course, every child gets bruises from playing and general clumsiness, but these seemed more sinister and deliberate. The little girls dad reported this to local child protective services but nothing came of it.

    Social services were unable to find any evidence of abuse and dropped the case. Unfortunately, the situation soon escalated.

    Kardasevic was on his way to visit his precious little girl Arina when he received the worst phone call of his life. On the other end of the line, doctors were telling him that Arina was in the hospital’s intensive care unit.

    Her mother, Alibabic, had called an ambulance claiming that the toddler had run into a radiator. But Arina’s broken bones and bruises told a different, much more harrowing story.

    Doctors at the hospital did everything they could to save Arina. Meanwhile, they called the police, leading to the arrest of the despicably abusive couple.

    Dad Tearfully Kisses Daughter Goodbye
    Two days later, Arina passed away from her injuries. Her father sat by her and kissed her as the precious two-year-old took her last breaths.

    Dad Tearfully Kisses Daughter Goodbye

    The dad wants to raise awareness of child abuse and wants social services to investigate claims of child abuse more seriously, if they had his precious little girl would still be here.

    If you suspect a child is being abused please do not hesitate to report it https://www.gov.uk/report-child-abuse 

     

  • Smacking Children Aganist The Law

    Smacking  children will shortly be banned in Scotland, the Scottish Government has just confirmed.

    Ministers have announced they will ensure that a Bill brought forward by Green MSP John Finnie would become a new law.
    The legislation will remove the defence of ”justifiable assault” in Scots law, which allows parents to use physical punishment to discipline a child.
    The move will make Scotland the very first part of the United Kingdom to introduce a ban on the smacking of children.

    Should smacking be banned in England, let us know in the comments?
    Scottish Labour announced earlier this week it would also support the bill as “the right thing to do”.

    A spokesman said:

    “Giving children equal protection against assault will send a clear message to all of us about how we treat each other and underpin Scotland’s efforts to reduce violence”.
    “The physical punishment of children is already illegal in 52 countries and the proposal will give children in Scotland the necessary protections to flourish in a healthy environment and encourage the building of stronger relationships between children, their parents and others who care for them.”

    “The NSPCC has long campaigned for children to have the same protection against assault as adults and we strongly believe a change in the law would be a common-sense move.”

     

  • I Wish I Could Be Raped Again

    I wish I could be raped again.

    I wish I could go back to the moment I was raped again.
    I was 13 years old and lived in a small village. There wasn’t much to do and very few shops, just a wine merchants, village store, co-op, a Chinese and an Indian restaurant.
    Most of my friends were well off and they would catch the train at weekends and go to the nearest town to the cinema or McDonald’s.

    My father worked very hard to support our family but money was tight.
    I decided if I wanted to be like my mates I needed to make my own money not have it handed to me like my friends.
    I asked the shops for jobs but at 13 no one offered me anything, my last resort was to ask in the Indian restaurant.

    They seemed so friendly and said I could help do some washing up on Saturday’s for a whole £10, I was so excited about it.
    I turned up on the Saturday at 10am and had planned to go to the local town in the afternoon for the first time ever, I was beaming with pride.
    I walked into the restaurant where I was greeted by an employee called Abaz, he was so chatty and friendly and offered me a Pepsi.
    After I had drank my drink he asked me if I had ever had “ziggy ziggy”, I was baffled, what on earth was he talking about?

    He told me it was time to get started; he showed me to a store room filled with spices, sacks of potatoes and straw on the floor. He grabbed me and threw me to the floor, he un-popped my adidas trousers and ripped off my top. 

    He held me down and shouted his friends.
    Whilst I was laying naked on the store room floor his friend and the owner of the restaurant Shilim set up a video camera.
    Abaz then kissed me hard, really really hard, he laughed at my small breasts and told me I was dirty for not shaving my pussy.
    He spat on me in between my legs, he pushed himself inside of me. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t move, I stared at the clock above the door and thought to myself, ‘why doesn’t it hurt the people I’ve seen on tv programs?

    Once he had finished 3 more took their turns stealing my innocence and laughing that I had never had ‘ziggy ziggy” before as I was bleeding.
    Shilim who had been filming me all this time came along, he bit me on my nipples and my lips, he pulled my hair and told me to tell him that I loved him.

    Once they had all had enough my clothes were chucked at me and a damp flannel, I was told to clean myself up as I looked a mess. They then closed the door and left me there.
    20 minutes later they opened it and told me I was a dirty whore, an unshaven slut. They were going to tell everyone what a filthy prostitute i was and if people didn’t believe them they would show them my porno.

    I was told I had to come back each Saturday or everyone would know, my parents would disown me and my friends would hate me.
    As a young girl I was naive and vulnerable. I returned at least 100 times, raped over and over again and sold to their friends.
    So yes, I wish I could be raped again for the first time just so I could shout NO, I could fight back, I could have kicked and punched and bite them.

    I could of told someone, gone to the police, I should of done more to protect myself.
    I am not blaming myself for being raped but I am blaming myself for letting them win, for letting them continue the sexual abuse for so long.
    I wish I could go back and shake and slap my teenage self so I could tell her she is beautiful, strong, brave and this doesn’t need to happen.
    But I cannot change the past, I allowed it to consume me for so long and now I have to find away to let it go away to move forward. 
    I have never had justice or the revenge I so wanted but what I do have is pride, love and a kind heart and a strength to carry on.

     

     

  • I Wish Mummy Didn’t Kill me 

    I wish mummy didn’t kill me!

    This is a story about a young boy with a huge heart. And it’s a story that everyone should read and share.
    The story is about James, but ultimately, it isn’t about him. It is, about millions of other children like James, living the same nightmare across the entire world today.

    This story of James is fictional, its message hit me right in the heart . We must not ignore this issue or message.

    We must not forget James.
    My name is James and I am  6-years-old. I love my mummy and daddy, but I’m also very scared of them. They often hit me and I don’t understand or know why.


    This morning I woke up and went to school. I am good learning and do as I’m told and my teacher likes me.


    I like all my classmates, too, but I have no friends. That’s why I usually stay indoors during breaks. Nobody wants to play with me. I tried to make friends with the other children, but they said No and also said I was disgusting.


    They laugh at me because I wear the same worn-out jeans, t-shirt and torn shoes every day.


    One day after school I went into the coat room and stole a jacket that was hanging there for a long time, nobody seemed to be missing it. Then I went home alone through the snowstorm. I was shivering with cold and it was hard to walk against the strong wind. Suddenly someone pushed me forward, I fell down in the snow and someone pressed my face into it. Then they said:


    “No one likes you. Idiot!”


    They kicked me in my back and in my stomach, then they ran away and left me in the cold snow.

    I cried. Not because I was cold or injured, I cried because I did not have a single friend, even though I liked everyone else.


    As soon as I got home, my mummy ran over and grabbed me by the hair.


    “Where have you been? Why are you so wet and dirty? Bloody kid, no dinner for you, go to your room and stay there.”


    I did as my mummy told me, I went into my room and did not get out until the next day, although I was very hungry and freezing cold.


    My school work got worse and worse, and every time daddy was informed, he hit me hard. Once he hit me so hard that I could not move my index finger, I never got back the movement in my index finger and all the children laughed at me for it.

    Time went by and one day I got a lot of pain in my chest.


    Mummy and daddy did not care I was hurt. In the evening I lay in my bed and I only wanted one thing. I wish I would not hurt more, because I did not want to annoy Mummy and Daddy. I love them so much, I really do.


    The next day at school we were told to paint our biggest dream. The other children painted cars, rockets and nice dolls. I did not.


    Not because I don’t like those things, but because what I wished for most of all was a loving mummy and daddy. So I painted a family. One mummy, one daddy and their son. They played games and everyone was happy. As I painted, I cried silently. I would love to have a mummy and daddy who loved me.


    When it was my turn to show  my painting for the class, everyone laughed at me.

    I stood in front of the class and explained:


    “My biggest dream is a loving family”.


    The laughs got louder. I began to cry and said,

    “Please don’t laugh at me, this is my biggest dream! You can hit me, you can hate me, but I beg you, please don’t laugh at me.

    I want parents like you have, that hug and laugh with me, who pick me up after school and are happy to see me. I know I’m ugly and weak, I know I have a crooked finger, but please don’t laugh at me.”


    The teacher tried to wipe my tears, I think some children understood me, but many continued to laugh.


    One day when I got a test back, I immediately saw that I had a bad result. I knew my mummy would be very upset.


    I was afraid to go home, but I did not know where else I would go. I slowly walked home, but I did not want to arrive. My mummy became furious.


    She grabbed me and threw me on the floor, I hit my leg hard on a chair.


    Then she hit me in my head twice. I just lay there, I could not get up. It really hurt. But mummy just left me there on the floor.


    When she came back she told me to clean up the mess, otherwise when Daddy came home he would really beat me.


    I begged Mummy not to say anything to him, but when I looked up, I saw that he was already in the doorway.


    When Mummy told him about the test, he pulled me up from the floor, he shook me and hit my face.

    I don’t remember anything after this. I woke up in the hospital. I looked at my hand, I could not touch any of my five fingers. I looked out the window and cried.


    Outside, I saw parents playing with their children, throwing balls together and hugging.


    Do you know why I cried?

    I don’t know how a hug from my mom feels like. My parents just beat me, but I love them anyway. I’ve always done my best, I’ve been good at school, but they do not like me still.


    One day I spilled some of my water, then they hit me again.


    Suddenly I got pain in my chest again. I told my mummy – but she did not care. After a while, I had to go to the hospital again, no one came and saw me.


    The doctor said that mum and dad would probably come the next day, but they did not. I waited and waited, but nobody came. I love my parents anyway.

    Two days later, James died of his injuries. In his hand the doctors found a letter that he had not written clearly.

    “Dear mummy and daddy, I’m terrified because I’m ugly, disgusting and stupid. I’m sorry because you can not love me.


    I never wanted to annoy you. All I wanted was to get a hug and hug from mummy, and hear that you loved me once. Daddy I just wanted you to play with me, hold my hand for a walk or sing for me.


    I know I’m a shame for you. I will never be those things.“


    Then James’s little heart stopped.


    This story was originally written in Russian. I’m not sure if it’s been true, but I think that matters little. It’s incredibly important anyway!


    All children are entitled to be loved. Still child abuse happens every second, every minute, every hour and every day. In all countries, all cities and all schools.


    A child’s home should be free from violence and a safe place. Children need love, tenderness and closeness, and a hug can sometimes be worth a lot more than you could ever imagine.


    Please share this story with all your friends on Facebook to remind everyone that no child should ever feel hurt or unloved.

    If you suspect a child is being abuse don’t hesitate in reporting it: https://www.gov.uk/report-child-abuse

  • Women Now Need To Buy ‘Rape Insurance’ If They Want Abortion Covered

    Texas women have to pay extra insurance premiums if they forsee being victimized and needing an abortion

    Women in Texas will now have to buy additional insurance policies for coverage if they think they might need an abortion some time in the next year. If that sounds absurd to you, it’s because it is. Who the hell plans to have an abortion? No one.


    The ban signed by Gov. Greg Abbott, a Republican, applies to insurance plans on the exchanges by the Affordable Care Act (ACA) and also any plans sponsored by employers or purchased on the private market. A plan would only be allowed to cover an abortion if the pregnant woman had a life-threatening health emergency.


    The additional insurance a woman would need to purchase should she have a crystal ball and predict that she needs an abortion has been dubbed “rape insurance,” because it’s essentially forcing women to forsee being sexually assaulted and victimized, or their kids. It’s forcing them to pay extra for a horrific experience, just as a precaution. Can you imagine being faced with deciding whether or not to plan for your daughter being raped because it may be cheaper in the long run by doing so?


    “Women and parents will be faced with the horrific decision of having to purchase ‘rape insurance’ to cover them if they are victimized,” Democratic Representative Chris Turner said in a statement reported by Reuters last week. “This is not only ridiculous, but it is cruel.”


    It was an intensely debated bill and one that will severely impact the women who need abortions, especially women with lower income.


    “It will impact people who have coverage and will now be denied services,” Heather Busby, executive director of NARAL Pro-Choice Texas says, according to U.S. News & World Report. “So regardless of how big that number is, people who have health coverage should be able to get the services they need.”


    The bill came about because right-wing legislators and advocates in the state said they were forced against their will to help fund abortions because they happened to be taking part in a health insurance system that covers them.



     

    “As a firm believer in Texas values I am proud to sign legislation that ensures no Texan is ever required to pay for a procedure that ends the life of an unborn child,” Abbott said in a statement. “This bill prohibits insurance providers from forcing Texas policyholders to subsidize elective abortions. I am grateful to the Texas legislature for getting this bill to my desk, and working to protect innocent life this special session.”

    Texas is one of 25 states that limit coverage of abortion under the ACA, aka Obamacare, but at least 13 have exceptions for rape and incest victims, according to the nonprofit Guttmacher Institute. It’s horrific enough that legislators want to literally strip away the rights women won through Roe v. Wade. But it is downright sickening when reckless and thoughtless politicians don’t even think or consider exceptions for rape or incest victims. It’s reprehensible. Which is why activists have already filed lawsuits in Texas and are currently trying to figure out their next move.


    “I’m not sure what the strategy might be moving forward,” Busby says. “We already have two pending lawsuits now in Texas, so it’s just more of our tax dollars defending laws that deny people health care.”


    The fact is this: women don’t plan to have abortions. They don’t make their five year plans and say to themselves OK this year I’m going to have an abortion, and the year after that I’ll have two. No, just NO. Needing one and getting one is an extremely personal and emotional choice, one that Republicans apparently think is made lightly. Apart from that, women should not be forced to quantify their reasons for needing one. MY BODY, MY CHOICE means something. It’s a right women fought long and hard for, and the more we allow lawmakers to add stipulations and exceptions to that right, the closer we get to losing control over our reproductive freedom.

  • Autism And Abuse

    My name is Thomas. It is not my real name. I am using this name as I don’t want my abusers to find me.

    I am 59 years old. My mother abandoned me as a young child and I was put in a foster home and an institution. Both places abused me.

    I was diagnosed autistic aged 4. Autism then was seen as a rare form of schizophrenia and was a mental illness and they tried all they could to normalise me.

    My foster parents abused me telling me my mother should have aborted me. I stimmed (self-stimulatory behaviour),  tippy toed and screamed. They hated that. I couldn’t tolerate being touched, or noise. I was sexually abused from aged 4.

    I was then insitutionalised where physical abuse continued.

    I was forced to go onto strong meds and it did terrible things to my sensitive digestion. Psychiatrists treated me as mentally ill.

    They told me I would never be independant and treated me like a small child. Like many autistics in some ways I can be quite childlike, but I am cognitively intelligent.

    Like many autistics I often related better to objects than people. Again I was ridiculed, especially by psychiatrists. All my life I have had a close attachment to one particular object , and they tried all they could to remove that from me. That object is my Thomas The Tank Engine Ornament.


    They inflicted Lovaas ABA therapy on me.

    They forced me to stop stimming and hit me when I did.


    I love drawing, but if I drew the same picture twice in a week they yelled at me and forced me into more therapy.


    They hated my special interests. They tried to destroy all of them. Many were forced out of me and I still struggle to focus on them again.


    I was punished for lining things up.


    I was severly punished for not giving eye contact. I was kicked, hit and slapped on the face for not doing it. Eye contact was hell for me, and still is


    I did not speak until I was 11. I was punished for not speaking. I was never given other options of communication, as verbal was the only thing they cared about.


    When it ended I was offered therapy. The therapist sexually assulted me.


    Even though the abuse eventually got less, living in assisted care was still very problematic for me. Hearing people in other rooms, fire alarms going off, noises I couldn’t control. My meltdowns were very frequent due to sensory overload and I was scared I would hurt someone, or end up in prison.

    With a lot help from friends we decided I needed to live outside the city and on my own and with nature. Humans scared me, I have difficulty processing facial expressions and so can find it hard to understand what people mean. Animals however, I have a natural liking to. I was exhausted with the therapies and tired of having to adjust life to suit everyone else.

    At last, I found a wonderful therapist who taught me life skills. She let me be me, and listened to my needs. We worked with my special interests to enhance my life skills and worked on my strengths, so I could have the life I wanted and needed.

    I have now been living on my own for 17 years. In the countryside where its quiet. I now take no medication, I stim all I need, I don’t force myself to keep eye contact with people. I am managing my sensory issues with body brushing so I can hug my friends too.


    I have 4 cats who I love dearly.


    I have sensory issues with my hearing, therefore I use industrial strength head phones, that have soft cushions. Strong lights hurts my eyes, so I have dark sunblocking shades. To keep the wind from me outside, I wear a big hat.


    Routine is my life and it stops me getting too distracted. I thrive with routine, and can cope better with needed changes when I stick to these schedules. As long as the change is gradually added to my planner, over time, I can adjust.


    I only go out when I can avoid crowds, perfumes overwhelm me so I avoid any places like this.


    I can enjoy my special interests to my hearts content. I love to do artwork. 

    Occassionally memories of repression can make me feel guilty about having special interests. I love my main object, like a person would love another. My love is so deep. No one can judge me for that now. They tried so hard to humiliate me for it, but they failed. My Thomas the Tank Engine ornament always sits on my chest of drawers.

    I believe strongly that autistic people should be allowed to be themselves. Adjustments and accommodations need to be made. I try to help many families online with this. What is normal anyway? Normal is a setting on the dryer, and my normal is Autism.

  • Employees Removed After Viral Post 

    JACKSONVILLE, Fla. – Hospital employees have been removed from their post at the Naval Hospital Jacksonville after disturbing photos with newborns surfaced on social media Monday.


    The viral post shared a photo from a Snapchat account, which showed the employee giving the middle finger to a newborn, followed by a caption that read “How I currently feel about these mini Satans.” The post also read the “navy nurse” and her friend made a baby dance to rap music.


    Jeanne Casey, the Public Affairs Officer at Naval Hospital Jacksonville, released the following statement:

    “We are aware of a video/ photo posted online.  It’s outrageous, unacceptable, incredibly unprofessional, and cannot be tolerated.  We have identified the staff members involved.  They have been removed from patient care and they will be handled by the legal system and military justice.  We’re in the process of notifying the patient”s parents.”

    The statement was also posted on the Naval Hospital Jacksonville Facebook page:

  • Brave Woman Shares Her Survival

    Izzie Cronin took to Facebook to warn others about the signs of an abusive partner.


    I WILL NOT NAME HIM THIS IS AN ONGOING CASE THIS POST WAS PURELY TO WARN THOSE WHO ARE WORRIED ABOUT THEIR PARTNERS 


    I would never normally post something like this however I think it is extremely important to make people aware of the signs of an abusive partner. I would never want anyone to have to go what I have been through I feel it is very important for me to outline the initial signs of an abusive person that can easily be excused. This all happened in the early hours of Thursday morning this week.


    My story- My now ex boyfriend (my first ever boyfriend) was always very jealous and possessive of me, every emotion he had for me was heightened, he was either all over me and completely obsessed or he’d snap and say horrible personal things at the slightest thing I did that he considered wrong. We had a very intense relationship and I had mentioned to him before that I felt he would always put me down to make himself feel better however I never saw what happened coming. I thought I had a normal relationship with a normal person with normal up and downs. I was so deeply in love with him I am so devastated and heartbroken that my first love could’ve done this to me. 


    The night- We went on a night out, we had both been drinking however he was particularly drunk. After only a short period of time he threw a drink at me in the bar we were at as I said he was too drunk to have my drink. He stormed off made a huge scene and the bouncers kicked him out because it was clear he was causing me distress. I revived over 65 missed calls from him while I was still in the bar as he was waiting outside until I left, about 2 hours later. He tried to get in a taxi with me home but of course I didn’t want him to so a friend of mine came back in a taxi with me to make sure I was okay and away from him. He texted me many times apologising saying how much he loved me and how sorry he was. He later turned up at my house and my friend let him in and left as we believed he was truly sorry. 


    When we were alone he took my phone off me and started scrolling through my messages. He accessed my whatsapp account and read messages form a male from 2016, way before he and I had ever even met him I DID NOT CHEAT ON HIM. In his drunken state he believed these messages were from when we were together and this was when the beating began. I was honestly so shocked and absolutely terrified, I couldn’t believe what was happening, here was a man who I believed loved me so deeply no matter how snappy he was I never in my wildest dreams thought he would attack me. He punched me repeatedly till I fell to the floor after which he began to kick me continuously in the stomach and head. I have never been so terrified in my life I was in so much shock and intense pain. I managed to stand up and tried to leave my bedroom when shoved me down the stairs and again began brutally kicking me in the face, stomach and head. He then threw me down another flight of stairs when again on the floor he kicked and punched me. I was screaming and crying for help, blood splattering everywhere. I was trying to escape but he was grabbing me back not allowing me to leave.


     I was screaming explaining that the messages were from before we met but he wouldn’t listen he was screaming out ‘you slag’ ‘you slut’ ‘you cheater’. I cried out ‘if you don’t stop you’re going to kill me’ and he just shouted back ‘I don’t care’. After a long hour( THIS WAS NOT A SHORT MISTAKE IT WAS A SUSTAINED ATTACK) or so inside my house being subject to this constant beating of which he showed absolutely no sign on slowing down, in fact he seemed to get even angrier, I managed to escape out the front door. 


    He ran after me (dressed only in his boxers), he grabbed and threw me to the pavement and continually kicked me in the head, stomach and face. Bare in mind he had kicked me so many times he had a bruise on his own foot. I was crawling on the pavement unable to walk screaming for help but he was still kicking me flat onto my face it was like once he started he couldn’t stop. Luckily a terrified neighbour called the police from inside her house.I have heard this phone call and she sounds absolutely petrified and you could hear me screaming in the background crying out of help. 


    I managed to get up and I tired to run away as fast as I could covered in blood and bruises. The police then arrived and arrested him. I had to go to hospital as I couldn’t think properly or remember anything and I was in intense pain. I was luckily enough to have great friends who stayed with me and looked after me after the attack and helped me get through it. I don’t know what I would’ve done had I been alone afterwards. I am so grateful to the girl who called the police without her I honestly believe he would’ve done some very serious damage or that I might not be here.


    The aftermath- he was kept in jail till Friday, he pleaded guilty to ABH (as there are no broken bones) and was released on bail. On the night of his release he even posted a picture of him smiling with his friends at 4am showing absolutely no remorse for his actions. While I’m lying at home unable to move, sleep or eat, crying my eyes out for hours. 


    I really urge anyone who has a controlling, possessive or jealous partner to read this post and seriously think about whether you completely trust your them. You need to work out whether these characteristics could lead to something worse or whether it is worth being with someone who treats you like this. I had only been with this male officially for 3 months and he had never shown any signs or violence towards me. It can just take one drunken thought in their mind for someone capable of abuse to attack you. 


    PLEASE be so cautious if you feel your partner has any of these characteristics or if they have ever been violent to you before. I would never wish this kind of pain and torment on anyone it had been absolutely unbearable for me and my family. I have been in extreme pain since the attack and the thoughts going through my mind have been killing me. 


    Nothing in the world can justify this kind of behaviour and I hope that if you feel you are in the beginning or an abusive relationship that this will help you realise that the best thing you can do is leave as soon as possible. Just remember that somebody who is capable of this is not capable of real love, only sick, twisted, manipulation of your emotions. A person who is capable of abuse is a friend of no one and should be treated with serious caution and fear as you never know who their next victim may be. 


    Thank you for reading and I hope that I may be able to help people by sharing my story. Please share this if you think it could help you or someone you know.


  • If You Play With Her I’ll Smack You!!!

    One mother has taken to Facebook to rant, her child Deon has previously had behaviour issues and struggled to control her anger. How would you react if a child was threatened not to play with your child?

    The mother said
    “BE ADULTS NOT A COWERED people seem to have a problem with their children playing with Deon.

     I have now been told on a number of occasions of adults threatening their child with physical abuse if they play with her, Deon has had anger issues in the past and she has learned to control her anger and her school would agree before they finished up that they had noticed a big improvement in her behaviour. She is a 7 Year old child that cowardly parents pick on and even sent a letter from angry parents all you are is cowards.

    I have now had a child crying scared to go home because she might get slapped for playing with Deon.

     I wont stop any child playing with my children even if they have had arguments in the past, they’re kids that’s what kids do and i will contact social workers for the children that are scared as this is not on growing adults picking on children I would approach the adults but I don’t know who they are. 

    Any issues with my children contact me don’t take it out on your child”.

    How would you react in this situation?

    Do you stop your child playing with anyone?

    If so please let us know in the comments section