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  • Holocaust Survivor Beaten In A Taxi

    Hanka Fogelman, a 92 yr old Holocaust survivor, had used a ‘shared’ taxi that’s part of a service for people who can’t drive or use normal public transport, because of their physical and mental disabilities.

    When the taxi arrived, there were already two passengers in it, a woman sitting in the passenger seat, and a man sitting in the back.

    Just minutes after the car door had closed, the taxi driver mentioned to Hanka that the guy could be “aggressive, even slightly dangerous”. He was obviously aware that the man was dangerous. The guy began to attack Hanka, punching her in the face until her face was mottled with bruises and blood gushed from her nose.

    When police officers arrived, they found the attacker sitting in the back quietly, occupied with a crossword puzzle,

    Hanka had to be taken straight to the hospital due to the severity of her injuries.

    This poor lady was beaten to what could have been easily to an inch of her life, due to her old age.

    She had lacerations across her face, a broken nose, and a face so bruised it was alarming to see.

    Apparently the guy had an intellectual disability and completely unaware of his actions.

    When Debbie, Hanka’s daughter, became aware of what happened she flew over to be with her mother. She is understandably shocked and angry, and raised some questions that really should be answered.

    If the taxi driver was aware that the man was known to become physically violent, why did he allow him in the taxi, and more so, why allow a vulnerable woman to be seated next

    to him….

  • I Married A Bully But My Daughter Got A Worse Deal

    I married a bully.

    I married a piss poor excuse of a man that started slapping me after the first year. He then went on to constantly give me black eyes, break my nose and even shove a glass in my face. Jade was only a little girl, but she saw some of it, and when she was at the age of 4 or 5 I left him. He started turning the light off and back on again because he knew it scared her. He could do what he liked to me but I would never cry. His only way to really get to me was through Jade. That was enough for me to exit that marriage, so we left. I left my own house and a lot of what was in it just to get away from that scumbag; I was not prepared to put her in danger.

    Jade knew what was going on and as she grew she wasn’t going to let anyone treat her the way I had been treated. She’d seen the pain I’d had to go through and the pills the doctor put me on because of the state I was in. Valium, Amitriptyline, Prozac… You name it, I’ve been on it.

    At the ripe old age of 26 I was a wreck. Beaten black and blue for years by a piece of shit whose aim in life was to kick fuck out of someone he professed to love. He’d cover me in ‘love’ bites and scrawl big purple welts down my back. HIS marks!

    So, Jade steered clear of scum like him. Then she met someone she hadn’t seen for years and started dating him. It lasted about 7 months from start to finish. He wanted her to settle down, have kids etc but that’s not what she wanted. Jade was loving life. She loved her job, had her own house, new car, went on different holidays around the world, loved her family and her friends. Life couldn’t have been better for her.

    Jump forward to today…

    6 years ago today, at around this time 5:45pm, Jade sat on my sofa and told me her new ‘man’ was jealous, possessive and that she had finished with ‘him’ but not told him. She said she wanted to ‘break away gently’, so had told him she wanted a little space. I told her he would hit her. I know the signs; been there, done that. She said she didn’t think he would.

    I never saw her again because 2 days later she was dead.

    Backed into her own kitchen, stabbed 96 times with at least 4 of her own kitchen knives, while he screamed at her ‘that’s what you get for being a slag’. The filthy, murdering bastard thought she was seeing someone else, when all along she wanted a little peace away from his demands. And away from that bitch of a mother of his who supplied the bullets for the murderers imaginary gun.

    He made such a mess of Jade that I never got to say goodbye. I wasn’t able to see her because he shredded her; something his mother saw and hope she sees every single night when she closes her eyes and every single morning when she opens them.

    I don’t dwell on those scumbags, but they are still breathing, so I hope they both suffer a long, excruciatingly painful death. And I hope Jade haunts them every rotten day they are on this Earth, but she won’t. Because Jade was lovely and wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing.

    So, my darling Jade, I will be reading my cards in a moment and hoping you will come to me for a little while. I miss you so bad and regardless of what people say, it doesn’t get any easier.

    Keep on dancing up there

    xxx <3 xxx

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/maria.rileyward.3

     

  • 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.

     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

  • Young Girl Beaten By Grown Woman

    Tiffany Leanne Schofield’s daughter was vicioucly beaten by a grown woman.

    Her mum took to Facebook and said

    “So after recent events and conversations with multiple people about the scum named Jayde Binch I just wanted to give people an update on the effects my daughter has suffered since she got beaten by a grown ass women.

    Just a quick recap of the events, my daughter was 11 years old when it happened she was ‘best friend’s’ with Jaydes daughter and because they fell out (as girls do) Jayde took it upon herself to go find my daughter and beat her punched her several times in the face till my daughter fell to the floor which she then proceeded to kick her while she was down, then grabbed her by her hair and tried to shove her into the car.

     My daughter with all her courage and strength managed to break free from Jaydes grip. This woman is a trained boxer so as u can imagine the punches would have came down like bricks to my daughter.

    She was taken to hospital and police was called out, it got taken to court I had to sit and watch on cctv what that evil women did to my daughter without saying a word. The judge who also watched the cctv footage gave her a fine, a fucking fine how is that justice?.

    A year and half later my daughter is still seeing a councillor, still has flashbacks of that awful night, she now has a barrier up which she will not lower, she don’t understand how someone could do what this evil person did and yet get away with it”.

    Written by Tiffany Leanne Schofield

  • Guy Gets Death Theats After His Post On Reddit

    Guy gets death threats after his post on Reddit.

    We have kept his name private to prevent more repercussions.

    The man said ” My girlfriend was beaten and raped I broke up with her after she told me, here’s what happened…

    we had been dating for 7 months and she wanted to go to a sleazy club with her friend,  I told her I did not want her to go, we had a huge argument about it, she was like “you don’t owe me I can go and do what I want”, I told her clearly if she went we were over and I would be breaking up with her, she said she wouldn’t go and we both dropped it.

    Along came saturday and I hadn’t heard from her all day, at 4am on sunday she calls me crying, she says she was beaten up and raped, she had only gone to the bloody club against my wishes.

    Apparently she left with some guy and his mate to go to another party, they took her some where and took their turns with her.

    I told her we were over, she screamed down the phone at me that she needed me and that she was sorry, I simply told her not to call me again.

    She broke my trust went somewhere I told her not to, was probably going to end up cheating on me anyway and im meant to feel sorry for?”.

    The reddit user was sent thousands of death threats and promptly deleted his post and account, but some shockingly agreed with him stating that she was told not to go there and she shouldn’t have left he club with the guys.

    It is never the victims fault for a rape, if someone says no it means NO, it doesn’t matter if they had consented earlier, were flirting etc if they change their mind you have to accept that.

  • Just Because I Fancy Your Child Doesn’t Mean I’ll Touch Them

    Just because I fancy your kid doesn’t mean I’m going to hit on them, rape them or kidnap them. Yes I find little girls aged between 5 and 8 attractive doesn’t mean I will hurt them though, I am sure everyone fancy someone but it doesn’t mean you snatch them off the street or touch them inappropriately, if we did I am pretty sure there would be far more sexual harassment cases especially in the work place.

    I have a normal life but have a sick fantasy which I will never ever act upon.I know the value of a child’s innocence and will never harm a child. I see a therapist who helps me to control my urges, I stay away from areas with children In, I do not look at images of girls.

    I am open that I have these urges and will never be alone with a child. I know I’m wired wrong and wish I didn’t think the way I do, but I can’t help it, it’s a mental health condition in my eyes, but the pedophiles who act out there urges need to be locked up.

    I do not support pedophiles although I am one, what I’m trying to say is if someone tells you they are a non-offending pedophile please give them the time of day, we who fight our desires should be treated with dignity .Each day we fight our wishes, each day we control our urges, every minute we wish we were different.

    I have been beaten in the street, I have had to move 5 times in the last 3 years, I am no different to you fancying Tom Hardy or Beyoncé etc, just because you fancy them doesn’t mean you will act upon them.

    Sent in to us via email by Neil Aaron Stehle f Southampton

  • Punched, Threatened & Humiliated That Was My 9 Year Olds Reality

    Punched, threatened, excluded and humiliated; that was my daughter’s reality at just nine years old.I was sick of watching her slowly destroy my daughter. The worst thing was the lack of support. Teachers would tell me they hadn’t seen anything, everything was fine at school, or even worse, there’s nothing more we can do.

    I’d wake with waves of anxiety flooding my body. The guilt of not being able to protect my little girl was immense.She was too fearful to speak up. I began to be known as the mum who always complained.She remained quiet and well-behaved. I got angrier, exhausted and absolutely sick of being intimidated and shamed for speaking up.Thankfully the bullying went too far even by the school’s standards – there was mention of a knife being brought to school the following day. No need to explain that the very next person I spoke to wasn’t the school, wasn’t any of the professionals that had let us down for so long, I phoned the police.Would it actually have happened?

    You’d like to think not but even the child’s mum told me she wouldn’t put it past her daughter to do it just to prove a point.  Did things change after that? Yes, but it was temporary. It didn’t take long for the sleepless nights, tummy aches and anxiety to take over our lives again but it did stop eventually, and permanently this time.

    It wasn’t any one thing that made the bullying stop and it certainly wasn’t anything the school or the bully did! In a nutshell, it was just that WE had had enough, not in a tired, beaten, frustrated way but in a ‘my boundaries are rock solid and I’ll do what it takes to enforce them’ kind of way.  And in that moment of clarity was what it took to make the bullying stop.  I was beyond hoping the teachers would help. I’d lost complete faith in the adults I had entrusted my daughters care to.

    My daughter had learned the hard way that adults aren’t always there to protect you and they don’t always know best!It was Christmas Day evening. The day had been great yet come bedtime my daughter was in tears. Not because she was over excited and tired but because it had dawned on her that she was halfway through the school holidays and we were now on the decline towards the return to school. And she was scared.  

    The fear of being bullied is bad enough but to know that you’ve to face that alone because the adults who are meant to look after you aren’t, would be enough to tip anyone over the edge. Something inside of me snapped.  I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t even resentful. I was determined.I looked my daughter in the eye and gave her permission to do whatever she needed to do to make this stop. I told her she could hit back if she needed to. I told her she could scream, shout, argue with the teachers, do anything to make sure she was safe at school. And I promised her that no matter what she did, even if the teachers told her off I would back her.

    Actually, I told her it would be a good idea to really kick-off because then the teachers might call me into school, and they might start to see how terrified she really was, how much she was hurting.That was the turning point.  Looking back I think that moment was a culmination of things that resulted in my daughter realising her own strength. One reason is that I believed in her ability. She knew I really understood how much others had let her down and how unacceptable that was. She felt how determined I was and that I was completely behind her, 100%, no matter what. She felt heard, understood and ultimately I think she needed permission to not be the good girl who kept putting up with the crap because the adults around her told her she ‘just needed to ignore it’ as if she was making a big deal of nothing.

    I tell you what when your child tells you they don’t want to live their life anymore, there are no words. I only wish the teachers had taken us more seriously before it had got to that point.The good news is that we did make the bullying stop and my daughter is thriving. We learned so much from our experience, and for that I am grateful.Through our experience, I recognised the gaping hole where easily accessible, immediate advice and support should have been. So once our lives were back on track I volunteered for a bullying helpline but after 4 years I didn’t feel I was doing enough.

    I needed to provide what we had been in desperate need of, and so my business was born, supporting parents in protecting their kids from bullying.  All parents are welcome, whether their child is being bullied, has been bullied, worries about being bullied, or they are the one who is bullying.

    I never want to hear of a family so isolated and unsupported that they feel there’s just no option but to put up with it or hide. Bullying is not okay and you know what? The bystanders are just as bad as the bullies! In the words of Benjamin Franklin, “Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.”If bullying is something you worry about you can find me and other parents who understand in our free group on Facebook, The Mums Hub (https://www.facebook.com/groups/574353102769101/) , my Facebook page (www.Facebook.com/gemmaehills), or you can email me at contact@gemmahills.com.  No judgement just understanding.

  • To The Girl Who Decided To Bully My Daughter Today

    Cassie Archon’s young daughter was viciously beaten by her school bully and sadly this seems to be happening more and more, schools have little control or punishment methods to prevent what happens on the walk home, the school may have bullying policies but these seem to have little effect, some parents have little interest in their children and have no real authority at home, teenagers don’t seem to have any real worry about their consequences as parents don’t have the same respect as years ago, it’s a worrying time when your child can’t even walk home from school safely.

    Archon took to social media to rant about what happened to her innocent young daughter.

    Archon said: To the little girl who decided to bully my daughter today! You might have pushed her down, tossed her around and between you and your friend you bruised her c-spine by punching her……But, you WILL NOT get away with it. This is the 3rd time with each time getting worse. I promise you I’ll find the video on instagram! I promise you I WILL protect my daughter! NO parent should ever have to hear that their child was jumped by other kids, especially at the age of 11!! This society has gotten ridiculous with its protection of the ones that bully and the discipline on the ones being bullied. My daughter isn’t perfect but she by no means deserves to be beaten! We live 3/4 of a mile from her school and she can’t even walk home safely!!

    YOUR PARENTS SHOULD BE ASHAMED!!

    Do you think bullying has gotten worse over the years or is just that people are speaking out more? Are schools and parents losing control of their children? let us know in the comments

    If you have a story you wish to share or want to raise awareness please email us at mumsadviceltd@outlook.com

  • The Day I Came Out My Life Nearly Ended

    The day I came out my life nearly ended.

    I’d like to tell you my story, the story of the day I came out and my life nearly ended.

    I have always known I was different, I knew I should like men like all my friends did but I was drawn to woman, I fought and fought my urges, I tried to like boys,but I failed.

    By the time I had hit 15 I knew I could not change, it took me months and months to pluck up the courage to come out to my family.

    It was a cold February evening, I walked down the stairs and told my mum, dad and older brother I needed to speak to them and begged them to please not hate me.
    It took me a while to get the words out, I was so scared, so desperate not to disappoint them.

    When I had finally spat the words out, my family looked at me in silence, my dad was the first to speak “you are disgusting, you need help”.

    These words still haunt me, but seeing my mother in tears and my brothers angry face hurt more.
    I ran to my room in tears, I eventually fell asleep in my tear stained pillow.

    Around 6am I was abruptly woken by being yanked from my bed by my legs.
    My father and my brother began raining down blows to my head and body.

    My mother was stood by my bedroom door staring and me, I begged them to stop, I pleaded with my mother for help.
    I was stripped naked and whipped, kicked, punched, spat on and the final humiliation my father took out his penis and urinated on.
    I was scum, I was a dirty lesbian.

    They finally left, I laid there naked, covered in my own blood and my fathers urine.
    Two or three hours later my mother came in and wrapped me in my bed sheet and dragged me to the car, I thought she was going to kill me, but she drove me to the hospital.
    My mother warned me not to tell them the truth or she would kill me.

    I told the hospital staff and police, I was jumped on when walking back from a friends.
    Roll on to my 16th birthday, I packed a bag and ran, I lived in and out of homeless shelters, on the streets and occasionally others would put me up.

    I was lucky in the end a charity helped me find my feet, I found work and eventually found love.
    I am 37 years old now and have never spoke with my family again.

     The Day I Came Out My Life Nearly Ended but it made me stronger, I found the strength to run, you can not change how you feel.
    Just because they are you family it doesn’t mean they will always have your back.
    Be strong, be brave, be you.